YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE MY ONLY SUNSHINE YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY which is always because i live in vancouver and it is one overcast day away from being the new home of the fucking cullens. which would actually be cool. i'd get my dawn summers on - say dawn not buffy or faith because i feel like a crossbow is a safer bed SLYTHERIN FOR LIFE
If Slytherins stooped to fistbumps, I would totally Slytherin bump you all up right now. I always wanted a crossbow. Mostly because I’ve fired an actual bow and arrow, and I was pretty bad at it.
I just had no one else to really share this with (and I don't have a tumblr): while rewatching the Conversation with1st Recon Marines on the GK DVD, noticed that Brad is wearing dad sandals. I just. I can't.
I have never felt prouder than I do right now for being the person someone felt compelled to anonymously share this kind of emotion with.
Name Ten: The Journalism of Andrew Bolt, by Robert Manne, an article describing in absolute point by point detail Andrew Bolt’s disgusting, heinous racism, and the Herald Sun’s and the Murdoch press, and right wing Australian politics enabling of that.
On 28 September 2011, Andrew Bolt was found to have committed an offence under section 18C of the Racial Discrimination Act. He had written two articles in the Herald Sun which had the capacity to offend, insult, humiliate or intimidate members of the group about which he had written – a group Justice Bromberg called “light skinned Aborigines”. Bolt had not breached the Act because he had written critically about the question of racial identification. He had breached the Act because his articles were filled with “errors of fact, distortions of the truth and inflammatory and provocative language”. The full judgment is a brilliant forensic analysis of the Bolt technique.