When you miss the last step—-

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Our Girl. Sundays. 9pm. BBC One.

A bit of an eyeroll at what seems to be an obvs. love triangle set-up in that last graphic, there. Okay, so far the three characters we see the most of, but maybe a bit more ensemble action in episodes to come?

Like Ramsey—excuse me, Smurf— has any chance against the Captain. I mean, really, that goddamn bone structure. Also keen to see if Smurf’s emotional about-face leads to an actual attempt at a redemption arc or if he just backslides further into his paranoia… :/

Anyway, regardless of the guys and whatever their stories, I’m entirely Team Molly the Medic, and if she’s got to dump the entire lot of the lads into the latrine to make her way, fine.

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The woman whose friendship endured the longest, and who has the strongest claim to have been the love of Beau Brummell’s life was a royal duchess: Princess Frederica Charlotte Ulrica Catherine, Princess Royal of Prussia and Duchess of York and Albany. They met in 1800 through her husband; Frederick, Duke of York and Albany - George IV’s brother. She was twelve years his senior, spoke with a strong German accent, and corresponded in French; with Beau replying in English. She shared with him a love of animals, of sketching and of house-party frolics.

He gave her a dog - which they immediately christened as ‘Fidelité’. He even once essayed that most reckless of gifts from a man to a woman: a dress. It was made entirely out of Brussels lace and he thought it would suit her - it cost him one hundred and fifty guineas. In return, for Christmas 1815, she gave him a tortoiseshell and gold-inlay snuff-box. She sent him lavish presents and also tenderly home-wrought items including hand-sewn cushions. They once bought a lottery ticket together, with what future spending in mind one can only speculate.

"Believe me that no one can feel the loss of your society more keenly than I do. I will never forget the tender moments that I have had because of you, and the only thing that can compensate me would be the certainty of your welfare."

When Beau died, one of the few possessions he had kept from his days in the high life was a miniature of a woman’s eye. An odd keepsake - but one in its day was given as a token between lovers. George IV kept a miniature exactly the same style of Mrs Fitzherbert, the love of his life; it was buried with him. Beau’s miniature was of the left eye of Princess Frederica.

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some of the most sensitive areas of the female body

look at all the regions that are not titties and vagina guys

porn has lied to you. there are other places you can touch that sensitive and pleasurable. 

Oh yeah because I’m just gonna rub her eyes until a she’s horny

Kiss her there you walnut! Use tenderness! Hold her face gently and stroke her eyelids with your thumb and then kiss them! Run your hands down to her neck when you do! THINK!!! Lordie, you have a lot to learn that TOUCH gives more than making her “horny” you’ll drive her nuts doing gentle stuff! It’s trust! It’s care! It’s sensitivity! *smacks your forehead* You want her to be numb in complete ecstasy! I know this shit and I’m ASEXUAL! 

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When eighteen-year-old Princess Dagmar set off for Russia, the famed Danish author Hans Christian Andersen witnessed her departure, writing of “the king’s noble and amiable daughter.” “As she left,” recounted Andersen, “I stood in the crowd of men on the wharf where she, with her royal parents, went on board. She saw me, stepped up to me and shook my hand warmly. Tears started from my eyes; they were in my heart for our young princess. Everything promises for her happiness; an excellent family like that she has left, is that she has entered. A fortunate pair are she and her noble husband.”

The princess from Denmark received an enthusiastic welcome from her future countrymen. At St. Petersburg, where the official welcome took place, cheering spectators crowded platforms decorated with flags and flowers. So numerous were the onlookers that nearly every rooftop, window and balcony on the parade route was crammed. A witness to Princess Dagmar's arrival in Russia, S. D. Sheremetyev, who had known the tsarevich since his childhood, recalled that the princess “charmed everybody.” The festivities included fireworks, iluminations, and balls, though the events seemed to be “a burden on the Tsarevich,” recalled Sheremetyev. “But Dagmar's popularity was growing. She was seen as a key to prosperity, all the hopes were laid on her and she would light the hearts with her eyes, her simlicity and charm promised happiness and peace.”

Julia P. Gelardi (From Splendor to Revolution)

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i just almost missed my train because i was taking a personality quiz to find out what fruit I am

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June 1987, Madonna was rushed to the Cedars Sinai hospital for an X-ray after her then-husbandSean Penn hit her across the head with a baseball bat. At the time, they had been having a heart-to-heart talk about reconciling.

Madonna did not make an official complaint because Penn was about to serve a short jail term for attacking a film extra and violating the probation he’d been given for punching a fan. It was a decision she would come to regret. In the late afternoon of December 28, 1988, Penn scaled the wall surrounding the Malibu house and found Madonna alone in the master bedroom.

According to a report filed by Madonna with the Malibu sheriff’s office, the two began to quarrel. Penn told her he owned her “lock, stock and barrel”. When she told him she was leaving the house, he tried to bind her hands with an electric cord. Screaming and afraid, Madonna fled from the bedroom. Penn chased her into the living room, caught her and bound her to a chair with heavy twine. Then he threatened to shave her hair. Penn was “drinking liquor straight from the bottle” and the abuse went on for nine hours, during which he smacked and forced Madonna to perform a “degrading sex act” on him.

He went out to buy more alcohol, leaving Madonna bound and gagged. Some hours later, he returned and continued his attacks, then finally untied her. Madonna then fled the house and ran to her car. Penn ran after her and was banging on the windows of her Thunderbird while she spoke to police on her mobile phone. Fifteen minutes later, she staggered into the sheriff’s office.

Wow. I had no idea this had ever happened. Makes me look at Sean Penn a lot differently, even if he’s a more stable less ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING person now…

Friendly reminder that Sean Penn and other abusive white celebrities are not demonized the way that Chris Brown is and when Rihanna said she still loved Chris Brown people were ready to hang her. But Madonna gets all the sympathy in the world.
#double standard

The bold.

For the bold. Madonna was bound and tortured for nine hours by Sean Penn. Not a peep to the media. 

How the fuck have I never heard a word of this until now I am in my late twenties holy fuck.

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