It’s been a year since I saw Muse live for the first time. Probably the best day of my life. 27.7.2013 @ Helsinki Olympic Stadium


I definitely feel better knowing that he is guarding our galaxy 




Can’t tell if his family is rich or if he has a rich sugar daddy



Damn, this girl was prepared.

Damn, I can’t even put the kids to bed on time


Skyrim has some impressive choreography 

07.27.2014 / 17,287 notes / jdrox /

My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.

Libby Anne (via newwavenova)

Watch Guillermo Del Toro Give A Personal Tour of Crimson Peak Haunted House



[Transcribed from the video] “If the big house [on set in Toronto in Crimson Peak] was a banquet, this is like finger food. It’s much smaller but it has the same flavor. We have the portrait of the mother [the original gigantic version GDT had hand painted for the set now sits in his own home Bleak House in LA].”

The “mother” painting is creepy as all hell too:

This movie is gunna be great.