My icon says more about me than you realize.

My icon says more about me than you realize.

iguessijustlikelikingthings:

[glasses cleaning intensifies]

classy-kate:

i-wanna-be-stereotyped:

I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.

Someone finally said it

(via cecilstrophy)

captain-snark:

andavs:

Because Stiles doesn’t hold his liquor as well as he thinks.

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"I can walk, m’fine," Stiles tells him, waving his empty bottle in Derek’s direction. "Oh, dude, someone drank my rum," he sounds devastated and Derek shakes his head. 
"You drank the rum Stiles," Derek tells him. "You drank ALL the rum."
"Yeah I did," Stiles agrees, grin lopsided, hair falling into his eyes. "But for realsies, I can totes walk, see?" A look of concentration crosses Stiles’ face.
"Stiles," Derek starts, "You might want to start with standing up." He makes a valiant effort before collapsing back into a heap.
"No, never mind, I have made a terrible mistake. All is folly. Ha! Falley, folley, oh my god, Derek, do you get it?"
"I get it," Derek laughs, and he scoops Stiles up, hefts him on his hip like he once did of Cora so many years ago. Stiles is much more cumbersome in his arms, long legs, dangling loose around him, chuck taylors swaying soft against the back of his knees and thighs.
But then Stiles is sighing heavily, draping himself across Derek’s shoulders, holding on with a grip that says trust in all the loose muscles, the tired drooping eyes.
He doesn’t wake until they’ve walked the short distance home, up to the front door. Stiles’ eyes open just long enough to look down at the bottle still clutched in his hands, “hey, someone drank my rum,” before he passes out again. 

captain-snark:

andavs:

Because Stiles doesn’t hold his liquor as well as he thinks.

Pose from this post

"I can walk, m’fine," Stiles tells him, waving his empty bottle in Derek’s direction. "Oh, dude, someone drank my rum," he sounds devastated and Derek shakes his head. 

"You drank the rum Stiles," Derek tells him. "You drank ALL the rum."

"Yeah I did," Stiles agrees, grin lopsided, hair falling into his eyes. "But for realsies, I can totes walk, see?" A look of concentration crosses Stiles’ face.

"Stiles," Derek starts, "You might want to start with standing up." He makes a valiant effort before collapsing back into a heap.

"No, never mind, I have made a terrible mistake. All is folly. Ha! Falley, folley, oh my god, Derek, do you get it?"

"I get it," Derek laughs, and he scoops Stiles up, hefts him on his hip like he once did of Cora so many years ago. Stiles is much more cumbersome in his arms, long legs, dangling loose around him, chuck taylors swaying soft against the back of his knees and thighs.

But then Stiles is sighing heavily, draping himself across Derek’s shoulders, holding on with a grip that says trust in all the loose muscles, the tired drooping eyes.

He doesn’t wake until they’ve walked the short distance home, up to the front door. Stiles’ eyes open just long enough to look down at the bottle still clutched in his hands, “hey, someone drank my rum,” before he passes out again. 

(via candypinkcocks)


by あまくr

gnarly:

*snapchats and texts the same person at the same time*

(via gnarly)


Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week: Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

Disney Villains Week:
Best Disney Villain Death: Dr. Facilier

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beahbeah:

also: SPACE SHEETS
i literally can’t imagine a scenario where a person wouldn’t want these
beahbeah:

also: SPACE SHEETS
i literally can’t imagine a scenario where a person wouldn’t want these

beahbeah:

also: SPACE SHEETS

i literally can’t imagine a scenario where a person wouldn’t want these

(via inkystars)

(via vuelie)


But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

But you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?

(via coyfoxy)

Canon stalia.

dontbeanassbutt:

moc-tod-ffuts-modnar:

iamtonysexual:

sherlock-mania:

remember-pants-terezi:

heyxkids:

YOU CANT CHANGE THE VOLUME OF THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD

FUCKING TRY I DARE YOU

ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND ITS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MIND SOMEONE HUG ME

I CAN MAKE IT SCREAM WITHOUT GETTING LOUDER

H E L P

Holy shit whispering is the same volume as shouting as loud as I can

what have you done

We think in concepts

Concepts have no volume

Because a thought is the loudest silence of all.

whoa there socrates

(via i-ship-everything-that-exists)

Raise your hand if you read and/or write fanfic.

schemeforprofit:

zetsubonna:

evanescent-fallen-angel:

ohaiitsarielle:

h3adphonez:

rfgarysgirl1976:

ask-norway-and-america:

adriofthedead:

221cumberbum:

mst3kaddict:

fanfictionfiend:

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Fanfiction = My Life

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Very, very rarely. But I do. Sometimes. Maybe.

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i write in fact i’m writing one now. 

Fanfiction has an app

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I have the fanfiction app.

I am the fanfiction app.

microfibrils:

on ur period likeimage

(via bookswallower)