I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams. Embracing reality even when it burns. Sophrosyne and nyctophilia are my best friends. And I strongly suffer from tarantism. Welcome
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Odd Thomas, please tell me I won’t see bodacks.
God damn it, my dad have the Twilight saga playing all day.
Divergent. NOPE NOPE SO MUCH NOPE GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW NOPE
Yu-Gi-Oh Bonds Beyond Time….fuck yea I get to play card games
Herbie Rides Again… I’m not fucked. I have a car that can… probably do ANYTHING. and I don’t even have to drive it. Just sit there and relax.
How to train your dragon, hell yeah I’m getting a dragon!!!
snow piercer, god damn it
Revolutionary Girl Utena. Well, okay, at least I have a great girlfriend?
Hell yes, Winter Soldier! Can I be an Avenger now?!
"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."
a bubble freezing at -10º F degrees
THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE EVER VIRTUALLY WITNESSED
degrees fahrenheit degrees
Um… awkward… I’m totally sure I called shot gun, why are you shoving me in the back? Yeah I realize I’m being arrested but the rules of shotgun are pretty clear man
The way that the corners of Sam’s mouth turns downward before he smiles sometimes is absolutely adorable…
Instead of killing an unwanted tree , this machine makes it possible to move it to a new place instead.
"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.
So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.
you fucking go girl
please get them all fucking fired we are behind you one hundred percent