i just want to read “rob james-collier” and “ice bucket challenge” in the same sentence, followed by a link to the fucking video
"Do you consider yourself a feminist?"
“I don’t really think about things as guys versus girls. I never have. I was raised by parents who brought me up to think if you work as hard as guys, you can go far in life.”
- Taylor Swift 2012
"As a teenager, I didn’t understand that saying you’re a feminist is just saying that you hope women and men will have equal rights and equal opportunities. What it seemed to me, the way it was phrased in culture, society, was that you hate men. And now, I think a lot of girls have had a feminist awakening because they understand what the word means."
- Taylor Swift 2014— (via valleyfair)
I don’t remember if I did reblog this before, but here it is anyway.
also this is such an abusive relationship tactic I feel like. “if you try and seek freedom, if you try and be acknowledged as a human being, NO ONE’S GOING TO LOVE YOU” like it’s so fucking typical that this is some men’s reaction to women trying to seek out basic human rights
Something with Thomas and Edward maybe please?
Thomas’ hand is warm. Edward can feel it through the glove when the medic squeeze his arm, his shoulder, his own hand; when he gently reaches up to his face to remove the bandages covering Edward’s eyes.
It hurts to cry, even more than it hurts to smile, now. Edward’s eyes are still so awfully sore - it feels like a thousand little needles have been permanently embedded in his face. Sometimes Thomas wipes the sweat off his brow in the middle of the night; Edward knows he doesn’t have to, but he does it anyway. Edwards appreciates it more than he can say.
So he doesn’t cry when Thomas touches him so, so gently, even though he wants to. It feels like years since he’s been touched like this - and it retrospect, it truly has been years. Even more than. A lifetime.
Edward likes to imagine what Thomas must look like; it keeps him from crying when the bandages come off and his world is still as dark as the night back home in the country. Thomas’ voice his deep and kind, and his hands are big but careful. Maybe he has red hair, or maybe darker; but he is certain Thomas must have freckles on his nose. His voice is self-assured and strong, and Edward pictures a long straight nose, thin lips, warm brown eyes.
Edward doesn’t dare to ask if his image of Thomas is close to the reality or not. He knows he can imagine Thomas’ gentle, careful smile well enough, even without his eyes to help him.