Prompted by precious-passenger: “Blaine finds Kurt’s cellphone or wallet and goes searching for him. Mostly for humour!”
“You’ll be late if you don’t hurry.”
Blaine Anderson looked up from his breakfast to see his mother standing by the sink not really looking at him.
“Sorry,” he said and pushed his cereal leftovers away. “I’ll leave in a second, just let me grab my bag.”
The woman stayed silent and with a moment of hesitation the boy went upstairs to his bedroom, grabbed his bag and went downstairs. He stood in the doorway and coughed to get his mother’s attention.
“So, I’ll be going then. I’ll come again in two or three weeks probably,” he said and felt like he was talking to a wall. “Bye.”
He got no reaction and with a silent sigh left.
"Look past the disability - see the person"
No pls don’t disregard my disability because sometimes I actually really need help with it and if you look past it you’ll just see me as an able person who can help themselves
We won’t be getting Ohio in Season 6.
Reason? At some point, late at night when all the students are gone, a fire breaks out at the school. Janitor Figgins, still toiling away at that late hour, grabs every fire extinguisher he can find to attempt to control the blaze.
They’re all empty. Every single one.
It’s almost like some random jokers have come in and used them all to race office chairs.
The school is doomed and goes up in a fiery blaze.
Somewhere in NYC, Blaine and Sam go “oops.”
Happy International Women’s Day, everyone! (or belated Women’s Day, depending on the time zone)
A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.
This is why we need feminism."
The reason we’ve only seen Chris in tank tops recently is because he can’t fit his arms into normal shirts.
1. Girls Shalt Not Have Sex.
(someone asked me what the guy word for ‘slut’ is
and I couldn’t find an answer.
it’s an old story: a rumour goes around that so-and-so
blew a boy in the disabled toilets.
the girl fakes a cough to get herself sent home
to escape the classroom-wide hiss of ‘slut’
while the boy she blew walks into the same class
and is greeted by an onslaught of high-fives)
2. Girls Shalt Love Boys.
(when I was ten, there was a movie trailer where two girls
leaned in for a kiss, and I felt sick for the rest of the day.
it took four years
along with faux-casual questions to friends
useless quizzes on the internet
entries in a diary that I later scribbled out
to admit, fine, okay, yes,
and another year after that to say it without mumbling)
3. Girls Shalt Not Be Bitches.
(it took over ten years of school for me to realize
my women teachers got called bitches
for doing things that my male teachers got called efficient for.
we were assigned to a group project in science class
and whenever my friend tried to tell the others to quiet down
so they could get on with the work,
she was jeered into silence
and she never found it fair that her boyfriend did
the same thing and the noise stopped.)
4. Girls Shalt Have A Vagina.
(she introduced herself with a deep voice and a gushing smile.
she had a pink dress and an adam’s apple
she had a necklace resting above her cleavage
she had escaped from an all-boys high school
and I didn’t understand until I learned later
gender is more than the two rigid boxes
that we are told to tick one of)
5. Girls Shalt Smile.
(he frowned when the subject was brought up
and he shrugged a lot as he explained
that we look better when we smile. Less hostile.
His shrugs stiffened when I asked him why we shouldn’t look hostile.
‘I dunno,’ he said, dropping to a mumble. ‘Girls aren’t s’posed to look hostile, I guess.’
The next time someone walked past me on the street
and told me to smile,
I gave him my sunniest grin
and a middle finger.)
HOW IS THIS EVEN A REAL THING
im going to punch a kid if this isn’t a sick joke
The music’s slow and dreamlike, so Peeta pulls me into his arms and we move in a circle with practically no steps at all. You could do this dance on a pie plate. We’re quiet for a while. Then Peeta speaks in a strained voice.
“You go along, thinking you can deal with it, thinking maybe they’re not so bad, and then you—” He cuts himself off.
All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of the children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parents can’t give. More food. Now that we’re rich, she’ll send some home with them. But often in the old days, there was nothing to give and the child was past saving, anyway. And here in the Capitol they’re vomiting for the pleasure of filling their bellies again and again. Not from some illness of body or mind, not from spoiled food. It’s what everyone does at a party. Expected. Part of the fun.
One day when I dropped by to give Hazelle the game, Vick was home sick with a bad cough. Being part of Gale’s family, the kid has to eat better than ninety percent of the rest of District 12. But he still spent about fifteen minutes talking about how they’d opened a can of corn syrup from Parcel Day and each had a spoonful on bread and were going to maybe have more later in the week. How Hazelle had said he could have a bit in a cup of tea to soothe his cough, but he wouldn’t feel right unless the others had some, too. If it’s like that at Gale’s, what’s it like in the other houses?
“Peeta, they bring us here to fight to the death for their entertainment,” I say. “Really, this is nothing by comparison.”
“I know. I know that. It’s just sometimes I can’t stand it anymore. To the point where … I’m not sure what I’ll do.” He pauses, then whispers,
“Maybe we were wrong, Katniss.”
“About what?” I ask.
“About trying to subdue things in the districts,” he says.
-Catching Fire, ch.6
First time in the books that anyone says that maybe a rebellion should happen. And it’s Peeta who says it. So don’t tell me he wasn’t a rebel, only Gale was rebellious bla bla bla. Because Suzanne Collins says otherwise.
Gif credit: (X)
im laughing too hard