mirixwrites:

…………………reblog this and say something nice about the person u reblogged it from because there’s too much hate on my dashboard right now and its making me upset so lets start a chain of love

(Source: daddariom, via just-french-me-up)

princessvicky01:

vault-escape-artist:

i like to think about alistair and cullen training together but i mostly like to think about them in some chantry choir together and cullen is hitting every note and it’s beautiful enough to make the maker cry while alistair only knows half the words and the rest he just substitutes in what he wants for dinner

Head canon accepted!

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carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

reblog and tag with the way you almost died at birth

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boogiewoogiebuglegal:

latessitrice:

pollydoodles:

latessitrice:

pollydoodles:

sashayed:

stevenmaximoff:

Steve + being worried about his girls

okay but in all seriousness i bet it’s a real hazard to cry or even sit on your bed looking unhappy at Avengers Tower because Steve “Mom At The Ready” Rogers WILL appear in your doorway wearing something soft and saying “Hey.” in a gentle, compassionate voice

“Nat, you have to come help. I tried telling him it was my time of the month to get him to go away, but he just went straight out and got me a bumper pack of Tampax and a hot water bottle.”

“You can help me eat all the chocolate he bought because he wasn’t sure what type I’d be craving.”

Bonus : They get used to it, in the end, and wind up kind of relying on Steve and his compassionate ways. Right up until he’s away on a mission, Wanda’s got horrible cramps and she turns to Bucky. 

He’s horrified. Eyes wide and backing off with hands up, head shaking. “No, no, no, kid, no - this is NOT my area.” He winds up in the pharmacy, hands on hips, staring at a wall of different sanitary products and has to call Steve, who’s mid-battle. 

“Rogers, just tell me which COLOUR-”

“Buck, no- “ Steve grunts, and there’s a loud clanging sound which Bucky assuming is the shield being used. “You gotta know what kind of flow it is.”

“You… What?” Bucky stutters. 

“Beginning, middle or end?” There’s a loud explosion and then a ringing noise, before Steve cuts back in. “It’ll be heavier towards the begin-”

“Never mind.” Bucky swipes an entire shelf-worth of pads into his basket and hopes for the best. 

“But where’s the chocolate?”

“No one told me to buy any!”

This post keeps getting better… :D (I also bet that Steve is seriously fascinated by the wide variety of women’s sanitary products, considering what the alternatives were in the 1930s…)

(Source: pietromaxomoff, via clockwork-mockingbird)

dukeorsinos-gaycrisis:

viktor-risjak:

manicpixiedreamdragon:

banal-adventures:

necro-romantic:

macklesufficient:

macklesufficient:

macklesufficient:

but did victor frankenstein actually have a phd

no one’s answered my question

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS AN UNDERGRAD

IMAGINE HEARING ABOUT THE DUDEBRO LIVING NEXT TO U IN THE DORMS “yah dave dropped out cuz he built a fucking person”

victor frankenstein was a little bITCH and he had no degree at all, he was at college for like, a year and then he was like “lol these bitches ain’t got nothing on me” and he just got an apartment and stopped going to school so he could build a person. i don’t think he even formally dropped out, he just kind of disappeared and nobody even questioned it because that’s what you expect when some cocky asshole comes to class like “i know more than everyone in this school and one day i’m going to prove it by ending dEATH ITSELF” 

fucking bullshit victor, come home and eat some goddamn soup you wussass teenager 

fucking trashass motherfucker 19 year old sin machine

go get ur liver pecked by birds u mess of a human being

i am never going to let the world forget that victor frankenstein spent 90% of the novel moping instead of doing literally anything else. actual quote from emo kid victor frankenstein “my only solace was silence - deep, dark, deathlike silence” like HOW EXTRA

You’d almost think Mary Shelly was taking inspiration from someone she knew….

Leave Lord Byron alone

Lord Byron deserves what he gets and he knows it

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twosatans:
“My boyfriend is out of his mind
”

twosatans:

My boyfriend is out of his mind

(via clockwork-mockingbird)

faketextson-ice:

rest in fucking pieces jj
~admin Hidari

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

caniplaywithyourorgans:

vilesbian:

helpimbeingchasedbywaltwhitman:

*writes I LIKE GIRLS on every other page of my journals so future historians don’t try to insist that I’m straight”

Future straight Historians: “we see several examples of her prioritizing a sisterly bond with the women around her, for example on page 12 she says ‘I like girls’ and throughout the text she references loving women and preferring their company. This is not to say she prioritized above her romantic relationships because on page 78 she mentions talking to a man one time in her life. It’s hard to know just how much she valued her sisterly bond with women due to this one reference of men and the ambiguity of early 21st century slang. For example on page 12 when she said she liked women, the passage continues ’…in a lesbian way. I want to kiss girls, they are so pretty, I’m so gay.’ Now it’s difficult to understand just what that sentence means. We know that in the early 21st century kissing on the cheek in greeting had gone out of vogue but the word gay, a word with an archaic meaning of happiness gives the contextual clues that perhaps she is references that old fashioned practice.

Going back to the nameless man that is mentioned once on page 78 for one sentance…”

@words-writ-in-starlight 

Someone asked me today what I’d learned from my thesis, and you know what?

What I’ve learned from my thesis is that, someday, aliens and humans are going to meet, out there in the starry black, and once we hash out the language thing to the point where our respective scientists can converse, the aliens will go, “HOW did you figure out artificial gravity so well, it’s been confounding our best engineers for years?  Our ships keep hiccuping and then we’re all floating around for a week until we figure out what’s wrong?”

And the humans will laugh and say, “Well, we did it by accident and then we disregarded it for fifteen years because we didn’t realize it was any good for anything.”

extraordinary-ish-ginger:

yeidldeidlmotherfucker:

whimmy-bam:

reichenballs:

mrjackles:

the-bookmobile:

Gregorian monks singing “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.”

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND LISTEN TO THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW

Why is this a thing that exists?

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THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

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“on the boooooolovarrrd of brooookennnn dreeeemmsss”

I turned this on and at that moment my roommate opened the curtains, and I immediately had this epic video in my head of us cleaning our apartment, and raising a castle around it with hammers and magic.

(Source: sheshitsinsilence, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)