can't she just stop

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Holy shit

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marinette is the kind of person who could accidentally drink a whole glass of dirty paint water and not notice

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female awesome meme; 5/10 ladies who deserve better: tris prior (the divergent series)
“sometimes it isn’t fighting that’s brave, it’s facing the death you know is coming”

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Wow, I didn’t think the last doodle of my forces oc would get so many notes! It makes me really happy to know that people like her <3

I’ve updated her a little bits with blue shorts instead of bike shorts, and she’s got a name now. Assuming we’re allowed to name our characters in forces, she’s Rudey the Rabbit!

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Lexa only breaks out of her wondered daze when she hears Clarke giggling beside her. Her blue eyes are glassy when Lexa looks at her. She frowns in confusion until Clarke grabs her cheeks and kisses her messily. “Your face,” she whispers in explanation. 

“Just, your face. You look so happy.”

Yet another piece inspired by the amazing She

Petition to ban every male involved in tennis from speaking about Serena Williams forever. And ever. +10 if they are white.

Trini and Kimberly sneak into a movie theater (because they’re power rangers why not?) and they find it full of children watching Moana. Trini complains about how it’s not some horror or action movie and Kim some how convinces Trini to stay and watches it.

For the next month Trini and Kim are constantly singing “How Far I’ll Go” and Billy is so confused and constantly asking Jason, “Where are they going? Why do they keep talking about leaving??”

Eventually, Trini and Kim watch Moana with Billy and they’re all obsessed with the soundtrack.

someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so

All Jaywalkers when they hear..

“I NEED A CHA CHA BEAT BOIII”

Originally posted by ljubav-zivi-vjecno

  • the portal fandom: all of GLaDOS's human attributes come from caroline
  • the portal fandom: here are my headcanons for human GLaDOS
  • the portal fandom: aperture AIs are very humanlike considering they're robots
  • someone: GLaDOS is gay
  • the portal fandom: holy shit??? she's just a fucking robot???? not everything has to be Gay what the fuck. she's a computer she can't be gay..... shes just metal and wires......stop pushing your gay agenda onto this Robot who is Not Human Whatsoever...... she's not a lesbian she's a robot oh my god I hate tumblr.....
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└ My thoughts: Mao-chan was a lovely, courageous lady.  Thank you for your kind words Sho-kun.

Cr: NEWS every 23.06.2017

Those Heathen Eyes - sneak peak

The Heathen Army is so lusty this morning! Allow me to further whet your appetites with the opening scene for a new multichapter fic I don’t have time for, but keep thinking about…

Ivar the Boneless had not been what she had been expecting. When the chariot pulled the heathens’ dark-clad commander into the village square, Aedre had forced herself to look up at the man responsible for ruining her life. She lifted her eyes from the rough cords binding her wrists to the long rope restraining her and the other unfortunate souls who had not run from the invading warriors fast enough. He removed his helmet as he surveyed the ongoing plundering of her home and she was shocked to see he was just a youth, with a beautiful face and soulful, piercing eyes. The rumors had said the oncoming Heathen Army was led by a ruthless man with a mind as clever as it was sadistic. Some had whispered that he might be the devil himself, come to bring a reckoning to Mercia and the rest of the fallen kingdoms of England.

The boy that sat in that chariot was almost a disappointment. His dark hair was bound up in a strange row of braids and his face was speckled with blood, but he was certainly younger than she was, though by how many summers Aedre could not quite guess. His calculating gaze met hers as he looked down the line of captives; she thought she saw a glimmer of interest spark there before she cast her eyes down hurriedly. A shiver ran down her back as she reevaluated her opinion. The face may have been too young, but those hard eyes lived up to every rumor.

Aedre heard his tongue clack and then he was guiding his horse past the row of her weeping and cowering countrymen. The heathens had used some of them quite roughly before rounding them up into the square. The young woman offered up a silent prayer of thanks that she had been found by one of their strange armed women and led here to be bound up unmolested. She felt her luck change, however, when the heathen commander drew up alongside Aedre and tugged the reins of his horse curtly, stopping the chariot beside her.

His voice was a cold, low growl. “Þessi.” Though Aedre did not know his language, another chill ran down her back. She could just feel that he was looking at her as she stared meekly at the ground. “Horfðu á mig.” A moment later his hand flew out in her direction, and a burly man who had been following the chariot stepped forward and seized her chin. He turned Aedre’s face up toward his commander’s.

Aedre was not sure what showed in her own expression then. She was trying to hide fear and anger both, believing either one would bring the wrong kind of attention. The boy called Boneless took the measure of her face, then his eyes slid down over her body, taking a good long look at her curves. Aedre steeled herself against the indignity of it, wishing she knew what to do to repel his sinful interest.

He smiled out of one side of his mouth and flicked his fingers in a lazy gesture. “Hafa hana tekið að tjaldi mínu.” He clacked his tongue at his horse again, but his unreadable eyes lingered on her even as he started moving away.

The big man let go of her with a shrug, went to speak with the dirty warrior at the head of the line of prisoners. Aedre couldn’t tell what it all meant. She snuck a glance behind her, studied the tall, proud back of the retreating conqueror. He wasn’t looking at any of the other captives.