Actual five year olds.

Students are pretty funny. Middle Schoolers and Wonder Woman Anecdote

fandomsandfeminism:

So over the summer, I bought several Wonder Woman nicknacks for my classroom. I bought a poster, a lunch box, two little toys, a piggy bank, and a water bottle that are all Wonder Woman themed. I sort of want her to be my thing this year. (I also added pictures of her to…

N i n e  &  T w e l v e

"Besides… I wanted to feel it. The view they saw. The sounds they heard. The air they breathed. To feel those things"
Anonymous said: describe your dream guy

ianstagram:

Tall, dark, handsome, well read.  2500 attack points and 2100 defense points. 

whitesandcastle:

Ok but hear me out. Handa’s seiyuu is Ono Daisuke and Kawafuji’s seiyuu is Suwabe Junichi (the same seiyuu as Midorima and Aomine, respectively). There’s no way I wouldn’t do this.

ladyholmesoftardis:

chronic-ash420:

Remember to have a Super Breakfast!

LOKI CHARMS

“At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.”

– Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

you’re my best friend

imagineyuorotp:

imagine your otp meeting each other for the first time, at night, in the woods, while both trying to dispose of their freshly killed corpses