zeekayart:

a guide for people who can’t tell the 90s from the early 2000s apart

  • if people are dressed in neon, it’s the 90simage
  • if people are dressed in space age metallics, it’s the 2000simage

not that hard actually.

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Tags: fashion

what-inthe-heck:

talking to another bisexual/pansexual person like

image

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taliabobalia:

dwarferinthetardis:

lillith-thesubmissive:

imaginebaggins:

Russell Brand Messiah Complex

Wisdom.

This man is far more intelligent than many people give him credit for.

comedians generally are.

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spencerofspace:

Sorry for shitty picture quality but holy shit my legs look crazy long in these new shoes
(Ignore that I’m in my PJs)

omfg i have similar shoes and I love them so much, rock all the high heel platform shoes!

isildur-elessar:

Oh shit…

that would explain the FLY you fools phrase…

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URL Change!

recovering-surviving:

Hi everyone!

Just a heads up, “we-are-anti-thinspo” is now “recovering-surviving”. There are lots of reasons for the url change, I’ve had this blog since 2011 and my thoughts and feelings towards health and recovery is constantly changing and growing. I was hesitant at first to change my url because I know people associate the name with my blog and I didn’t want to confuse anyone but I’ve decided to bite the bullet and go for it. You see “we-are-anti-thinspo” was feeling rather out of date. My blog has always been about accepting recovery at what ever stage of the process and I’ve always felt the url hasn’t quite matched the content. I’ve faced opposition from people who’ve read the url and jumped to the conclusion I’m some unsympathetic anti-thinspo vigilante! Not at all, I understand how difficult it is to walk away from damaging websites and blogs, I have been there myself. 

I feel “recovering-surviving” is more appropriate. We are all learning and discovering new ways to cope, I really hope this blog can help people along the way. Since starting this blog, I’ve fluctuated between recovered and recovering, I don’t think I’ll ever feel one or the other however I do feel I’m surviving this. I’ve got methods and help in place to assure I don’t ever get lost down that dark hole again and I want this blog to reflect that. 

So there will be some small changes here and there, namely in the descriptions and links etc. (I haven’t rewritten them since 2011/12!) keep a look out and I hope you find everything useful! 

Lots of love, 

Hannah xxx

love the namechange!

poledance-girls:

Poledance Girl  http://poledance-girls.tumblr.com/
fitzylovesjemma:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.
She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 
(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)
But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.
Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”
She didn’t really know who Harry was. 
But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.
He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.
Val wanted to go.
Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.
Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.
"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"
Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.
"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"
Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.
But they moved.
Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.
She knew what she was now.
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(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

I haven’t even finished Harry Potter and I want this.


YES let me read that please

fitzylovesjemma:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.

She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 

(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)

But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.

Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”

She didn’t really know who Harry was. 

But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.

He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.

Val wanted to go.

Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.

Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.

"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"

Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.

"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"

Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.

But they moved.

Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.

She knew what she was now.

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(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

I haven’t even finished Harry Potter and I want this.

YES let me read that please

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krokorr:

Taken from the book ‘Digital Harmony: On the Complementarity of Music and Visual Art’ by James Whitney.


awesome <3

krokorr:

Taken from the book ‘Digital Harmony: On the Complementarity of Music and Visual Art’ by James Whitney.

awesome <3

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Tags: music