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My name is Andy.

I'm from Florida. I'm a cosplayer, designer, and Content Creator/U.S. Correspondent for Women of Comicbook Cosplay. But mostly a girl that sticks to her computer a bit too much.




XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR THE GIFTED
{ MUTANT & PROUD }

 

skepticalavenger:

thefulltimeinternethobo:

deathcomes4u:

recreationalcannibalism:

wtfhistory:

daivialesley:

hatewizard:

laprus:

im setting myself on fire goodbye 


I made you a sandwich put it in your mouth

TELL THAT TO MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN VICTORIA AND HER HUGE ASS EMPIRE BITCH

I’m sorry.

I couldn’t hear you.

Over all the voices of amazing women.

Throughout history.

Who could have

kicked

your

ignorant

ass.

Reblogging this for the gender studies we’re doing in my history course.

No important discoveries of course because discovering what the sun is made of isn’t important at all OH NO.
Whaaat a douchetit fucknugget. I’d love to practice my crotch kicking skills on this dude.

HOW ABOUT THE FACT THAT THOUSANDS OF WOMEN ARE RAPED OR MURDERED BY SOLDIERS DURING WAR.

Anytime you see someone say something like “I’m not a <insert type of bigot here>, but…” you can be pretty damned sure that they about to prove exactly why they are that type of bigot.
And fuck the douchebag poster maker.

skepticalavenger:

thefulltimeinternethobo:

deathcomes4u:

recreationalcannibalism:

wtfhistory:

daivialesley:

hatewizard:

laprus:

im setting myself on fire goodbye 

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I made you a sandwich put it in your mouth

TELL THAT TO MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN VICTORIA AND HER HUGE ASS EMPIRE BITCH

I’m sorry.

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I couldn’t hear you.

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Over all the voices of amazing women.

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Throughout history.

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Who could have

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kicked

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your

image

ignorant

image

ass.

Reblogging this for the gender studies we’re doing in my history course.

No important discoveries of course because discovering what the sun is made of isn’t important at all OH NO.

Whaaat a douchetit fucknugget. I’d love to practice my crotch kicking skills on this dude.

HOW ABOUT THE FACT THAT THOUSANDS OF WOMEN ARE RAPED OR MURDERED BY SOLDIERS DURING WAR.

Anytime you see someone say something like “I’m not a <insert type of bigot here>, but…” you can be pretty damned sure that they about to prove exactly why they are that type of bigot.

And fuck the douchebag poster maker.

(Source: acerebral)

shiphassailed:

tigerpellets:

I NEVER KNEW THIS

I NEVER KNEW THAT WAS WHAT AMERICANS MEANT WHEN THEY SAID “QUITE” 

WHY DIDN’T ANYBODY TELL ME

SUDDENLY THAT ONE SONG THAT GOES “HELLO I MISS YOU QUITE TERRIBLY” MAKES LIKE A MILLION TIMES MORE SENSE

are you serious british people

i feel like this means i’ve been overestimating your enthusiasm about things for my entire life

(Source: tigerfeel)

Slight bit of depression has hit me right now

All my friends
All of them

are leaving.

All.

Morgan is moving to Maryland.
Tricia to Jacksonville.
Cortes might as well be going to the Airforce.
Ben is going to USF (while it’s not that far, I still probably won’t see him, like, ever.
Sydney is going to Kentucky.

And the only people I have left are people that I barely see anyways.

Yes, I do have other friends. But, no one like Tricia or Morgan. No one. I’ll just be alone all the time. And replaced with all the new friend everyone gets to have as they move away.

No one’s going to bother talking to me. No one ever does. I don’t even want the bullshit that people will, because I sure as hell know that everyone will get busy, move on with life, and just forget to even care. Who could blame them really?

And I just get to sit here a freak out about the fact that I’m going to be entirely alone after this summer. And everyone else, gets to celebrate that they finally get to leave this stupid area.

I get to fall deeper into my hole of solitude, while I take mostly online classes or otherwise ignore everyone else in classes so cutting my chances at making friends. And I get to just cry about that, while everyone plans their happy departures.

Yes. I’m happy for all my friends that are going on to doing better things.

But fuck, I’m going to have no one left.

All the people I’ve needed and am attached to will be gone.