Maggie, 19. Canada. I also go by Ting Ting.

I would not survive in a world without good books and good tea.

This is first and foremost a personal blog, followed by a mess of fandoms, fashion, written things, and whatever else nourishes my soul.

I also have a writing blog.

AU: THG meets HP

masters-littleone:

I really want a princess ring. I think they are so dainty and detailed. Just have to find one!

tags:   #want

life-death-thepursuitofhappiness:

whiskeyfortheway:

sriusblcks:

#Viktor was obviously deeply in love with her #just remember the fact that he took her to prom #even knowing that he could’ve choose any other girl #remember how he forgot about everyone and danced with her all night #remember how he looked at her while saying ‘write to me, please’ #remember how, a few years later #on Fleur’s wedding #he danced with her one more time #probably being conscient that her heart already belonged to Ron #this is why I love Viktor Krum so much #he just enjoyed being with Hermione #and didn’t care about the future #mostly, because she wasn’t going to be a part of his.

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We love you Victor! #StrivetobelikeVictor

tags:   #Harry Potter

tags:   #tag later

marylovesbooks:

unofficialdragon:

likeakidinabookstore:

annaolphant:

id hit up barnes and noble during the purge

signs you’re a book addict #1: when you’re willing to risk being brutally murdered for free books

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how did this post get even better

tags:   #lol   #bibliophilia

spoopystationmanagement:

phrux:

leakinginklikeblood:

lifemadesimple:

Plate Etiquette 

I did not know this.  

The fuck is wrong with rich people ‘hey do you want a second plate’ no i want to make up a secret passive aggressive fork language so we can titter mockingly at that rube from the country who says he enjoyed the meal with his fucking mouth

a secret passive aggressive fork language i can’t breathe

tags:   #lol

whowasntthere:

championofazura:

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.

tags:   #favourite

You want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How will she react? Fortunately, I can tell you with some certainty, because she’s already sending messages to you. Looking out the window, reading a book, working on a computer, arms folded across chest, body away from you = do not disturb. So, y’know, don’t disturb her. Really. Even to say that you like her hair, shoes, or book. A compliment is not always a reason for women to smile and say thank you. You are a threat, remember? You are Schrödinger’s Rapist. Don’t assume that whatever you have to say will win her over with charm or flattery. Believe what she’s signaling, and back off.

If you speak, and she responds in a monosyllabic way without looking at you, she’s saying, “I don’t want to be rude, but please leave me alone.” You don’t know why. It could be “Please leave me alone because I am trying to memorize Beowulf.” It could be “Please leave me alone because you are a scary, scary man with breath like a water buffalo.” It could be “Please leave me alone because I am planning my assassination of a major geopolitical figure and I will have to kill you if you are able to recognize me and blow my cover.”

On the other hand, if she is turned towards you, making eye contact, and she responds in a friendly and talkative manner when you speak to her, you are getting a green light. You can continue the conversation until you start getting signals to back off.

The fourth point: If you fail to respect what women say, you label yourself a problem.

There’s a man with whom I went out on a single date—afternoon coffee, for one hour by the clock—on July 25th. In the two days after the date, he sent me about fifteen e-mails, scolding me for non-responsiveness. I e-mailed him back, saying, “Look, this is a disproportionate response to a single date. You are making me uncomfortable. Do not contact me again.” It is now October 7th. Does he still e-mail?

Yeah. He does. About every two weeks.

This man scores higher on the threat level scale than Man with the Cockroach Tattoos. (Who, after all, is guilty of nothing more than terrifying bad taste.) You see, Mr. E-mail has made it clear that he ignores what I say when he wants something from me. Now, I don’t know if he is an actual rapist, and I sincerely hope he’s not. But he is certainly Schrödinger’s Rapist, and this particular Schrödinger’s Rapist has a probability ratio greater than one in sixty. Because a man who ignores a woman’s NO in a non-sexual setting is more likely to ignore NO in a sexual setting, as well.

So if you speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, you’re sending a subtle message. It is that your desire to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when she’s tried to cut it off, you send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights.

For women, who are watching you very closely to determine how much of a threat you are, this is an important piece of data.

— an excerpt from Phaedra Starling’s “Schrödinger’s Rapist: or a guy’s guide to approaching strange women without being maced”  (via mythaelogy)

friendlydad:

have you ever just assumed that a word was pronounced a certain way and you end up pronouncing it incorrectly throughout your entire life and then one day someone corrects you and its like you can almost hear satan laughing as the flames of hell begin to seep up from underground and slowly burn you to death

tags:   #text posts

atraversso:

Santorini - Greece by Jim Nilsen

Please don’t delete the link to the photographers/artists, thanks!

missbuster:

ceallaig1:

ghoulnextdoor:

Firebird  - Works - Rob Goodwin

Headpieces and other costume accessories designed by Rob Goodwin for the English National Ballet’s new production of Stravinsky’s Firebird - performed at the London Coliseum in March 2012 as part of their ‘Beyond Ballets Russes’ programme. The ballet was choreographed by George Williamson with designs by David Bamber - who is Design Director at Tom Ford. Photography: Diego Indraccolo - Ballerina: Ksenia Ovsyanick

She is living, breathing artwork!

Incredible. I couldn’t tell from the start if it was a faery-robot photoshoot or something else, turned out it was actual stage costumes, that’s amazing craftsmanship.

terezi-pie-rope:

shamelesslyunladylike:

lesradicalfeminisms:

tumbling-torterra:

a-strawbarry:

houseofheavy:

etspiritusvitae:

the female body is hardcore as fuck. 

Yes it is.

so is the male body

it’s sad to see so many people like this on this website

OP is praising the fact that women hold a fucking infant in their belly the size of a ribcage, get the fuck over yourself for 3.5 seconds.

*~*~follow for more fragile male ego~*~*

The male body is more susceptible to hereditary diseases because of their lack of a second X chromosome. Their testosterone production ages them faster and causes them to die sooner. Their center of gravity is higher because of their tiny little hips and overgrown shoulders, making them easier to topple. Their gonads are placed outside of the body, in a very vulnerable position, because they do not function properly if they get a little bit warmer than usual. They have non-functional nipples, but still enough breast tissue to get cancer.

The male body is not hardcore. The male body is to the female body what a shoddy, unstable mod is to a well-estabilished piece of software. Sit the fuck down. And try to not crush your fragile pathetic outside gonads when you do it.

*pounds gavel*
OHHHHH
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

tags:   #x

nevver:

Istanbul, Pejac

tags:   #art

she had walked the earth long
before the earth had any reason
to permit feet
(her name whispered in the dark
over, and over, and over,
passed down as a warning, and
never in pious prayer)

wildness was her dress, a saya of
leaves, and
madness adorned her dark hair,
brown in the firelight stories of
despair
(in lore, malakas and maganda live;
in this, they do not survive her).

when the uniformed guardias came,
they gave us maria:
a virgin in white, mute and in tears.
they had none of this goddess
untamed, hidden in the woods
(let the mother stand for
love, their friars said,
“out with this engkanto,
she isn’t real”).

they banished you to mythology.
they replaced you with the
virgin mother,
stripped you of that hedonistic will,
and forced you into veils.
when they think of love now, they
think of rosaries and blushing;
they have forgotten your
capacity for
bruised thighs and bloodied lips.

stir from the forest, goddess,
there are those who remember
your name
(i want to fall in love the way
you’d permit it: in
destruction, and
fire).

sasabay sa lukso ng
aking dugo ang
pag-tawag ko sa’yo
sa pagnanasang ako ay
marinig;
buwagin mo ang kinatatayuan ng
bawat pag-halik.


(they call you diyan masalanta;
it means “be destroyed there”)

— the spaniards have mistaken our goddess of love for their virgin mother || bsc (via mythaelogy)

tags:   #poetry   #favourite
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