Legend Full Movie (2015)
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Suave, charming and volatile, Reggie Kray (Tom Hardy) and his unstable twin brother Ronnie start to leave their mark on the London underworld in the 1960s. Using violence to get what they want, the siblings orchestrate robberies and murders while running nightclubs and protection rackets. With police Detective Leonard “Nipper” Read hot on their heels, the brothers continue their rapid rise to power and achieve tabloid notoriety.

Initial release: September 9, 2015 (United Kingdom)
Director: Brian Helgeland
Running time: 2h 11m
Box office: 41.6 million USD
Music composed by: Carter Burwell

The Oral History Of Taylor Swift's 1989


It can take a village to create an album, and in the case of Taylor Swift’s 1989, an international village.

From Sweden to New York City to London to Nashville and beyond, 1989 represents a true team effort. Quarterbacking the team was Swift, a self-assured artist who envisioned the unabashed pop project after awakening in the middle of the night with sudden clarity. With select collaborators such as Max Martin, Shellback, Imogen Heap, and Jack Antonoff onboard, Swift carried out her singular vision of making a “sonically cohesive record.”

1989 proved to be not only cohesive, but another career milestone for Swift. The chart-topping album sold more than 1.2 million copies in its first week and netted the seven-time GRAMMY winner seven total 58th GRAMMY nominations.

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It’s been said a million times, a million ways, through millions of different forms of media, but it still rings true: If we are to be happy, we can’t spend our lives trying to make certain people happy. You can spend your entire life trying to appease bigoted family or friends, but we eventually need to be strong and accept they’ll never be appeased. Pursue your happiness. Pursue who you are.

You deserve happiness.

Krampus Full Movie (2015)
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While the holiday season represents the most magical time of year, ancient European folklore warns of Krampus, a horned beast who punishes naughty children at Christmastime. When dysfunctional family squabbling causes young Max (Emjay Anthony) to lose his festive spirit, it unleashes the wrath of the fearsome demon. As Krampus lays siege to the Engel home, mom (Toni Collette), pop (Adam Scott), sister (Stefania LaVie Owen) and brother must band together to save one another from a monstrous fate.

Initial release: December 4, 2015 (USA)
Director: Michael Dougherty
Running time: 1h 38m
Box office: 61.7 million USD
Genres: Horror, Comedy, Fantasy

anonymous asked:

I had to watch the trailer like a hundred times before I actually spotted colin

i know! i watched it and didn’t catch him in it until i went into the colin tag and it was pointed out to me. i was like - oh. like i /thought/ that ice bro was him, but i wasn’t sure because i didn’t see the first shot of him. so like????

but as soon as i saw that guy turn into ice and die i was like - ah, yes, i know who that is.

Creed Full Movie (2015)
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Adonis Johnson (Michael B. Jordan) never knew his famous father, boxing champion Apollo Creed, who died before Adonis was born. However, boxing is in his blood, so he seeks out Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone) and asks the retired champ to be his trainer. Rocky sees much of Apollo in Adonis, and agrees to mentor him, even as he battles an opponent deadlier than any in the ring. With Rocky’s help, Adonis soon gets a title shot, but whether he has the true heart of a fighter remains to be seen.

  • Initial release: November 19, 2015 (Westwood)
  • Director: Ryan Coogler
  • Running time: 2h 13m
  • Box office: 160.6 million USD
  • Film series: Rocky
Irati Formation

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Time: 278 million years ago, from the Kungurian age of the Cisuralian epoch of the Permian period, Paleozoic Era, Phanerozoic Eon 

Location: Paraná Basin, Brazil Paraguay Argentina and Uruguay, South America

Environment: Hypersaline, lagoon-like conditions, shallow waters along the coast


Mesosaurs (a group of Parareptiles, which is in Sauropsida): Brazilosaurus, Stereosternum, Mesosaurus

Bony “Fish”: Elonicthys, Acrolepis

Chondrichthyans (Sharks & Kin): Sphenacanthus, Amelacanthus, indeterminant member

Arthropods: Pygaspis, Gondwanaptera

Plants: Pecopteris

Crustaceans: Pygocephalomorphs

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Somehow saved a handstand out of the first position? And occasionally feeling a million times more comfortable on my hands.

Needing to take more time away from weightlifting and heavy lifting as I was correct in thinking that my leg wasn’t fully healed. So, relying on some skill work and CrossFitty stuff again to keep from going stir-crazy!

Also, we’ve got some pretty great lighting at our new location and I’m all sorts of vain. ✌🏼️

you’re my everything

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prologue / part 1 / part 2

warnings: bad language

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~admin sleepykookie

 You drove for a long time.

 Silence turned to fear, fear to tears, tears to screaming, screaming to tears, the cycle repeated. You felt as though a million years could have passed by the time the gentle pittering of the rain on the windows lulled you into a disturbed sleep.

 It could have been days or minutes before consciousness found you again. Your eyes searched for the window - beyond the hazy lights and towering silhouettes of a foreign city was a familiar sight - sunset. A palette of Autumn leaves painting the sky, like the careless swipe of a paintbrush. You yawned, shutting an eye, yearning for the darkness of dreams to anesthetize you once again.

 Noticing that you were awake, the dark haired boy beside you glanced curiously in your direction.

 “We’re close.”

 His words were soft, gentle, kinder than you’d ever heard him speak, but you found no comfort in them. You studied his face, letting out a sigh.

 “Where are you taking me?”

 At last, he answered, the corner of his mouth rising in a kind of half smile.


 Beneath the watercolor sunset, an unknown jungle of concrete and skyrise still stared back. “This isn’t my home, Jungkook.”

 You caught him glare at the road ahead. “Go back to sleep.”

 You didn’t argue, feeling the soft embrace of drowsiness weigh down your eyelids. As they fluttered shut, you barely noticed the black leather jacket carefully draped around your shoulders, too big to be your own, yet somewhere achingly familiar.

 You may have remained asleep, had he not switched on the light on his way in. The hazy glow filtering through your eyelids was dragging you from oblivion, making you aware of your arms around his neck, his own cradling your body to his chest. Your lids fluttered slowly open, as he gently placed you down on a large, soft surface - a bed, you realized. As he retreated, you took in your surroundings. He had brought you to a fairly plain and nondescript bedroom, with a mirror covering the closet doors, and white bed sheets. That was all you noticed, before you saw it.

 Your face drained of colour, heart forgetting to beat.

 Oh, no. Please, not this.

 You were sat facing a wall full of weapons.

 Guns mainly, and others you’d never seen before. Your hands tangled in the bedcovers as you met his eye, a smirk tainting his face. He stood lounging nonchalantly against the glass encasing the weapons, observing your cross legged position with interest.  You adjusted the foreign jacket you wore as he spoke, taunting, arrogant.

 “Well, (y/n), don’t you have some questions for me?”

 You shrank back into the bed, cringing away from him. Your words flew from your lips without permission, betraying your fear.

 “Who are you, Jungkook?”

 The smirk that he wore grew, his brown eyes capturing your gaze, effectively trapping you in their mocking glow.


 You shook your head, struggling to tear your eyes away from his. Childlike fear, muddled with the refusal to accept what stood before you, clouded your thoughts. “I don’t know.”

 He tilted his head, running a finger casually over the glass casing, raising a challenging eyebrow.

 “Try harder.”

 You dropped his gaze, whispering so quietly that you doubted he would hear you. “You kill people.”

 “Gold star, (y/n).”

 Of course he had heard. Your voice seemed to climb several octaves as you felt hysteria begin to rise in your chest, infiltrating your words. “So, you’re an assassin, or a criminal, and now it’s me. You’re going to kill me.”

 He sighed, pushing himself off from the casing and kneeling down beside the bed, at eye level with you, and giving you an incredulous stare.

 “(y/n), I am not a goddamn assassin. Or some common criminal.” His eyes suddenly narrowed and his voice became weighted down with danger. “And, if I wanted you dead, Hell, you’d be dead. Got it?” His eyes seemed to soften as you nodded, cringing away from him. “I’m no angel, (y/n), but I swear I won’t hurt you.” You stared dubiously at him. “For now. (y/n), if I tell you everything, will you believe me?” You didn’t have much choice, and so, after hesitating, you nodded again.

 He locked eyes with you, and you surreptitiously gripped the sheets tighter. “(y/n), on the day  met you, I was on my way to kill two men.” He pretended not to notice you flinch. “Because, there’s this girl, this girl who goes - went - to your college. And this girl, she has secrets - dark, scary secrets, so secret she doesn’t even know them herself.” Your felts goosebumps ghost over your skin. “But her secrets aren’t just hers anymore. Because we all know, they all know. And now they all want her.” He paused.

 “Do you want to know, (y/n)? What kind of world this is?”

 Shaking your head didn’t seem like a viable option, and, so, cautiously, you nodded.


 Gangs. The word echoed dully in your mind, as you struggled to attach any real meaning to it. A horror story in a newspaper, a dark urban fairy tale that briefly captivates you, that was all the word meant, at least to you. It was not, could not, be the world you had been dragged into, some kind of twisted reality that you had nothing to do with. Even the rational part of your brain was desperately trying to reject everything you were learning.

 “(y/n), don’t you want to know? Why hers is the name on everyone’s lips? Why all the bad guys are after her?”

 You were silent, and so he told you anyway.

 “Blood ties, (y/n).”

 You didn’t reply, and he didn’t bother to explain. Instead, he exposed your wrist, gently prying your hand from the covers and lying it palm up. He ghosted his fingers over the delicate blue veins, faint and bruise like against your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as he asked, “(y/n), what colour does your blood run?”

 Still gazing at the blue patterns decorating the inside of your wrist, you murmured distractedly, “Red?”

 “False.” Your head snapped up in confusion, but he was already talking again, speaking as if he were reading a story to a small child. “So, this girl, she’s got blood ties, ties to somebody - some people - with more power then any of them, who are more dangerous than all of us. She’s a direct descendant, her DNA alone carries much more value than you could ever imagine. She belongs to them, by rights, but,” he smiled darkly, “finders keepers.”

 You frowned, crossing your arms, “I don’t get it. What does everyone else want with her?”

 He shrugged, “It’s a personal preference, (y/n). For leverage, as a bribe, as a threat… She’s one of those, but while she’s kept prisoner, she’s no more than the gang who are holding her makes her. Even if she does have blue blood.”

 Something was clicking slowly into place, like the creaking of an ancient door in a haunted house, your heart rate accelerated - you were sure he could see the realization spread across your face as it hit you like a wave, starting to drown, suffocate you. He tilted his head. “What good luck I had to meet that girl by chance, right?”

 You still couldn’t say if it was protests, tears or insults at your lips when the voices came from outside the door, distant but close enough to be in the same building. Jungkook swore,  getting up sharply and shooting you a warning look. “Don’t fucking move.” And then he was gone, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

 You sat motionless on his bed for a while, waiting for anger to consume you, or sobs to wreck your body, but in their place you felt nothing. Noticing for the first time the long white curtains to the left of the bed, you walked slowly over to them, pulling them back to reveal a tall bay window. You knelt on the seat, nose kissing the cold glass, and let your eyes glaze over, as outside, rain was starting to drizzle.

 “What the fuck do you mean ‘you’ve got the girl’?” Snapped Park Jimin, folding his arms and shooting a menacing glare at the younger boy. Jeon Jungkook simply shrugged, apparently unaffected, making him even more pissed off. “I thought we said, we don’t fucking need her right now!” Jung Hoseok laid a restraining hand on his arm as he pounced forward, Jungkook neatly avoiding his advance.

 “Hyung, there were others there. They would have taken her.”

 “Then fucking let them, who gives a shit what state the goods are in? We’re not ready to be on anyone’s bad side right now.” He stopped short. “And what the fuck were you doing with her anyway? Do you ever follow the fucking plan, Jeon? You should have fucking let whoever take her for now, no-one who’s going after her would be dumb enough to kill her. Whatever the fuck they do to her in the meantime isn’t our fucking problem, what are we going to do, keep her as some fucking pet until we need her? What if they find out, huh?”

 Jungkook glowered steelily. “They won’t, dumbass. We have her now. I did you guys a favor.”

 Jimin snorted, shaking his arm free of Hoseok’s grip. “Don’t pretend like you did this out of anything other than your whimsical desires. Just, Jungkook, listen. Don’t you fucking dare start caring.” The younger boy laughed humorlessly, but Jimin’s gaze was serious. “Just remember what happened to Yoongi. Don’t fuck up.” 

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anonymous asked:

I've been feeling overwhelmed both physically and mentally and I wanted to know some good distractions or ways to relax when my mind is going a million miles a minute!!

Write your thoughts down: by taking time to put your racing thoughts into coherent sentences, you can get your worries out on paper, which should help you slow your thoughts down and think more clearly.

Relaxing activities:

  • practicing breathing exercises
  • progressive muscle relaxation
  • listening to relaxing sounds
  • listen to a guided meditation
  • take a warm or cool shower (depending on the weather)
  • soak your hands or feet in warm or cool water
  • something I find relaxing – and this may not work for everyone – is to put an eye mask on, wear noise cancelling headphones, and cover myself in a blanket. Basically, I cocoon myself from sensory experiences. For some reason I find this relaxing.

Immersive activities: these activities can help take your mind off of your thoughts.

  • copy/trace a drawing or photo
  • do a jigsaw puzzle
  • color a mandala
  • do a paint by number
  • read a book out loud
  • try origami
  • listen to a song and try to catch all of the lyrics. Try to write down the lyrics you hear.
  • practice a hobby you find immersive

Hope this helps!

oh my godddddd i’m sure i’m super late to the game since it’s four in the morning, but the bit at the beginning where the babysitter is watching the show with all the devils sitting around (???) and that one guy says “are you saying true love can get us out of here” like????????????? godddddddddddddd

I feel as though, more often than not, people are always trying to find something to keep themselves busy. A day off turns into trying to fill the down time with a million different activities. People complain about not having anything to do, and I’m sat here wondering what’s wrong with just enjoying eating, sleeping or watching the day away? ‘Netflix and actual chill.’

anonymous asked:

Your comic gives me life. I saved it on my phone and I've read it like a million times. I'm so excited for the next part! Where did you get the idea? Did it just come to you or did something spark it?

This is going to sound dumb but the idea snowballed from a sketch I made that hasn’t even shown up in the story yet.

Then I started thinking about what would have made that particular scenario happen, and I sort of fused it with some other loose ideas I had been floating around: Like what Gaster’s deal might be (being a big one), and what surface life might be like after the events of the game.

Clearly it’s gotten out of hand.