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askboxmemes:

Purple: 10 facts about my room

Blue: 9 facts about my family

Green: 8 facts about appearance

Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

Orange: 6 facts about my home town

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

Pink: 4 facts about my parents

White: 3 facts about my personality

Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things

Black: 1 fact about the person I like

smallnico:

[aggressive mom friend reyna doodles intensify]
idk what i was thinking about when i drew this i’m pretty sure i was like romans have this thing about regulations and tidiness so if they had this really important thing going on you would be expected not to come looking like you just fell out of bed
i also feel like nico secretly likes being fussed over but is just stubborn enough to resist any attempts as much as possible
(plus i just really wanted to draw the poses and faces so humour me)

smallnico:

[aggressive mom friend reyna doodles intensify]

idk what i was thinking about when i drew this i’m pretty sure i was like romans have this thing about regulations and tidiness so if they had this really important thing going on you would be expected not to come looking like you just fell out of bed

i also feel like nico secretly likes being fussed over but is just stubborn enough to resist any attempts as much as possible

(plus i just really wanted to draw the poses and faces so humour me)

mythaelogy:

mythology meme: [2/6] nymphs or muses

↳  Echo 

Echo was an Oreade nymph who used to keep Hera at a distance while Zeus was pursuing other nymphs by incessantly talking to her. In this manner Hera was not able to detect her faithless husband, and the nymphs had time to escape. Hera, however, found out the deception, and she punished Echo by changing her into an echo, that is, a being with no control over its tongue, which is neither able to speak before anybody else has spoken, nor to be silent when somebody else has spoken. Echo in this state fell desperately in love with Narcissus, but as her love was not returned, she pined away in grief, so that in the end there remained of her nothing but her voice.

HUNTER: the family business …  -SUPERNATURAL

(Source: greemuel)

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

the-internet-addict:

pottern:

don’t date someone you wouldn’t have a harry potter movie marathon with

That’s nearly 24 hours. I wouldn’t do that with anyone

…the weak are already weeding themselves out…

king-of-aces:

tmtp:

soloeaux:

Speaks for itself

Take note of the:
black runner’s awareness of what he’s facing;
judge’s position;
white runner with his head down (oblivious to his opponent’s path/what he has to go through) 

This is very deep.

king-of-aces:

tmtp:

soloeaux:

Speaks for itself

Take note of the:

  • black runner’s awareness of what he’s facing;
  • judge’s position;
  • white runner with his head down (oblivious to his opponent’s path/what he has to go through) 

This is very deep.

hauoli-lealani:

polyteleology:

sunteaflower:

We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.

I want to frame this and put it next to my computer.

OMG

pookasarefuzzyvulcans:

carry-on-wayward-fallen-angel:

supernaturallytimelocked:

fallen-angel-bedfeathers:

i am the youngest of 3 and I have done this AT LEAST once

As a middle child, I can say this is my life story in a nutshell

AS THE OLDEST CHILD I CAN SAY MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS DO THIS ALL THE FUCKING TIME

When your an only child like me, you still do this but point to the nearest animal…

pookasarefuzzyvulcans:

carry-on-wayward-fallen-angel:

supernaturallytimelocked:

fallen-angel-bedfeathers:

i am the youngest of 3 and I have done this AT LEAST once

As a middle child, I can say this is my life story in a nutshell

AS THE OLDEST CHILD I CAN SAY MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS DO THIS ALL THE FUCKING TIME

When your an only child like me, you still do this but point to the nearest animal…

(Source: izzinithotinhere)

tylertroyeotp:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

truly the best fanfic ever

tylertroyeotp:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

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bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

truly the best fanfic ever

(Source: soy-un-vampido)

f-e-f-e-t-a-c-a-k-e-s:

phenergan:

thealchemistqueenofdiamonds:

phenergan:

So I named my brushes

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But then I gave them personalities

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Poor Henry.

No guys you don’t even understand.

Henry is jealous. He’s always been madly in love with Antonio and now everyone else is giving him attention and HOLD THE FUCK UP WHAT AM I DOING.

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When you know it’s over

Before it began

Poor Henry.

wE ARE SHIPPING BRUSHES PEOPLE

SHIPPING

BRUSHES

ON THE PAINT TOOL SAI


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