lokisadvocate:

what if steve laughed like chris

0ceanofdarkness:

thatravenclawbitch:

spottytonguedog:

OMG ok so…leave it to Rumple to outfit her with CROCODILES. When she’s hanging out with Hook. That’s actually really freaking hysterical.

I AM DYING!!!! Rumple you sassy bitch!
Also, kudos to the costume department for thinking of EVERYTHING even when it doesn’t get screen time.

0ceanofdarkness:

thatravenclawbitch:

spottytonguedog:

OMG ok so…leave it to Rumple to outfit her with CROCODILES. When she’s hanging out with Hook. That’s actually really freaking hysterical.

I AM DYING!!!! Rumple you sassy bitch!

Also, kudos to the costume department for thinking of EVERYTHING even when it doesn’t get screen time.

harzilla:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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harzilla:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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imagineyouricon:

imagine your icon secretly getting in your bed and cuddling with you while you’re sleeping.

malfoyficents:

Maleval ~ lovechild au

After the movie Maleficent and Diaval finally settle down and raise a family of their own in the Moors.

Their first child is a son named Damon.

He is the spitting image of his mother but his personality is completely  his fathers.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.

- George R.R. Martin  (via indisposablehero)

This is one of the most beautiful quotes I think I have ever read. I love it, and I will treasure it for my entire life.

(via draodoir-mna)

angel-and-hunters:

smaugwithablog:

wwwgoodreads:

sqwhoretle:

turntechdestiel:

thepondseleven:

harry-p-ron-w:

amoying:

nasturbate:

marshtomping:

nasturbate:

(white girl voice) wait lemme go to the bathroom

are you saying only females of the white race urinate

yes

i am an asian female and i can back this up, i havent urinated since 1902

How old r u

17

*whispers* how long have you been 17

I know what you are

Say it.Say it out loud.

WILDCATS

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS POST.