Archive for January 8, 2016

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vanmorison:

my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”

theinterrogationroom:

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Kelly:

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Nick:

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Owen:

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Ty:

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Zane: 

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aroughcun:

psa. if we’re mutuals, we’re automatically friends. u don’t need to say things like “sorry to bother” or “sorry im annoying” bc ur not. ur my friend. u can come to me for anything. u need help? im here. wanna chat? hmu. just wanna gush abt your muse? go for it. we’re friends. ily.

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livionweiss:

handsoffthegoodstuff:

dumbledemort:

What was your favorite prop or costume from the “Harry Potter” films?

Voldemort wearing garter belts.

Do you know how this makes me feel.

I bet you weren’t expecting THIS!

stilesisbi-au:

You’re making me blush, and I love you for sending me that sentence.

Have some angst that physically hurt me to write. 

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Zane stood
on the balcony of his hotel room, staring out over the city that lay beneath
him. It was late – well after midnight
– but the sayings were true; New York really was the town that never slept.

Hands on
the railing, Zane hung his head and sighed; breath shaky as he inhaled and
exhaled slowly. It was supposed to be a nice trip – a small getaway to the city
in which the two of them had started (they still avoided using the V-word) –
and it had started out great. They’d arrived at their hotel on Thursday
afternoon, and their time in New York had been pleasant and pain-free so far.
They’d gone out to dinner, gone sightseeing, spent hours upon hours in the bed
of their hotel room, and been a normal, happy couple just in general.

Now it was
Saturday – well, Sunday, technically – and Zane were trying to keep his hands
from trembling as they gripped the railing tighter and tighter. Ty was asleep
in the bed inside their room, and with the balcony door open, letting the warm
July breeze into the room, Zane could only just make out the sound of his
husband’s deep, steady breathing.

This long
weekend was supposed to go smoothly, without any bumps or problems along the
way. He hadn’t even thought it was possible for anything to go wrong
while they were here.

Then again,
he’d never anticipated that he was going to bump into Becky’s parents.

Keep reading

Oh my god, pretty sure I have no feels left…I…I need to go make a cup of tea now…

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liamdryden:

a show about a hospital

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amazinguniverses:

The Lagoon Nebula in Hydrogen, Sulfur, and Oxygen by John Nemcik

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leupagus:

Let me tell you how much I love this scene. THIS SCENE. Because it’s so many things at once. I mean first of all, it’s a straightforward fight scene between a man and a woman that’s mean-spirited and ugly, and so many male-female fights are in some way comedic; the woman wins because the guy underestimates her or dismisses her and she surprises him before knocking him out.

But here – Clint knows exactly what she can do, and he goes after her without underestimating her for a second, but he still loses because she’s just better than he is. He’s not having an off day or tired or whatever, he’s just *not as good*. And that’s cool.

But even more than all that, the fact that Clint is trying to kill her and she’s just trying to knock him out or get through to him or do something, anything, to get him back – it’s heartbreaking, because you know there’s a part of Natasha that always thought Clint shouldn’t’ve made that different call, that one day he’d turn and see her and decide that her ledger would never be wiped clean and that he should just take her out now. So she’s having this fight with him and wondering the whole time if it’s just wishful thinking, believing that he’s being possessed right now.

Basically what I’m saying is that as many Bruce and Clint feels as I have, none of them will ever compare to NATASHA FEELS.

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ascoutinglevi:

this-ugly-flower:

death-limes:

“omg i love Harry! his British accent is so cute!”

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THAT RED THING IS CALLED HARRY?

oi mate “that red thing” is a member of the royal family

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themarchrabbit:

50shadesofacceptance:

andrealessi:

loki-cat:

One late night, you are up in your bedroom when you hear your mom calling you downstairs. You are halfway down the staircase when all of a sudden, you see your mom in front of her bedroom door, terrified, she whispers, ‘Don’t go downstairs. I heard her, too.’

Who do you believe?

The one calling me downstairs. They’re lesbians, not ghosts.

This twist tho, I can’t stop laughing

“She’s on one of her cleaning sprees. She’s talking about cleaning out the garage. The garage.”