things i am sick of

i may have just unintentionally challenged thor to a duel. im gonna freakin die
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Sick Boy & Renton ; through the years

We’ll get through this thegither, and he walks into the stair, compelling Renton to follow.
Ah know that, mate, Renton says, almost distracted under the luminosity of the stars, till the heavy door, closing behind them on the spring, extinguishes their light.

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top fifteen rucas episodes (as voted by my followers) ☼ number two 

girl meets first date (1x20) 

I am… so sick of hearing things like “Witchcraft is about harmony with nature and connecting with the spirit of the earth!” That may be YOUR craft, but it is not MY craft.

Witchcraft is like art – everyone does it in their own way, using the tools they feel most comfortable with and they all have their own, unique, reasons for doing the thing. No two people have the exact same reasons or feelings about the Craft.

My craft is about regaining the power that years of abuse has taken from me, about building up defenses for those I love and tearing down those that would do my harm. My craft is largely aggressively defensive and has very, VERY little to do with being “in harmony” with anything but my own innate power.

Stop trying to tell others what the purpose/point of Witchcraft is because I assure you: it’s different for everyone and you are NOT the grand arbiter of what witchcraft is.

People be like “Don’t laugh at fyre festival its messed up to laugh at someone’s misery!” but I’m here thinking how in the world are these people in misery?? First off, they are so fortunate that they could afford to treat themselves to an exclusive luxury vacation in the Bahamas. They just have $12,000 lying around like its chump change and didn’t even have to think twice about spending it. Second, they are in the FREAKING BAHAMAS!!! hat is a tropical island paradise and so many people would KILL to be able to go there. Third, they have food, water, and shelter provided for the weekend, which is more than many people in that very island have ever had. So excuse me but I will laugh all that I want because if anything, these people got what they had coming and are so ungrateful they don’t even think to consider how blessed they truly are.

feminism isn’t about men. it’s not about men who deal with depression, commit suicide, men who face racism, poor men, disabled men. we can (and should) still, as people, care about these things, but it has nothing to do with FEMINISM. it’s not women’s fucking responsible to take on all these things or center these things around our feminism and i am so sick of seeing people use this as a way to discredit feminism. a movement that is specifically created by and meant for females. especially when feminism right now seems to center males more than ever before anyway. but it’s never enough

Mike likes to watch Will sleep.

Sometimes he’s waiting for that little crease to appear on his brow, the twitch in his closed eyes, the slight tightening of his jaw. He waits until Will begins to squirm against him, fingers gripping onto the quilt or Mike’s clothes or his own arms, bony fingers staining hia pale skin purple or black. He waits until Will begins to whimper, ever so slightly, ever so quietly, pressing his face into the pillow, muffling the sounds that he makes, silencing himself.

When the pace of his breathing picks up, Mike wraps Will up in his arms, tucking his face into the smaller boy’s shoulder before he’s panicking enough to push Mike away. He rubs Will’s back, palms running up and down the length of Will’s spine, pressing gentle, soothing kisses against his collarbone. Sometimes it’s enough to stop Will from screaming, and he opens his eyes with just a shuddering gasp, eyes darting around the room until they land on Mike.

Sometimes it’s not, though, and Will will scramble out of Mike’s arms, tumbling onto the floor, crossing the carpet to press himself into the corner of the room. He’ll scream and he’ll sob, holding himself until he can bear the touch of someone else. Mike will always stay close, always within Will’s eyeline, because he never wants Will to feel alone, not ever.

Sometimes Will sleeps peacefully, sometimes only for a few hours, sometimes for the whole night. And Mike will just watch him until he’s tired enough to sleep himself. He’ll press soft kisses on Will’s cheeks, and he’ll run his fingers through his mop of soft hair, and he’ll whisper all the things he’s too embarrassed to say when Will’s awake. And maybe sometimes, Will’s only half asleep, and he listens to Mike’s mumble sentences, trying not to smile and give away his consciousness, not wanting Mike to stop.

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i drew this thinking i could play with expressions.. only to realise.. no.. not really.. and then i got really disappointed with myself and started doubting how i draw Rhys and well.. how i draw.. -side eyes- 

Tim Lawrence and Rhys©Borderlands
-disappointeeeeeed- ©me

Things that give me life in 2k3

Leo’s terrible terrible puns.

Donnie’s lisp (srsly just listen closely, it’s there bros).

Raph’s soft spot for the ‘underdog’.

The fact Mikey’s probably the second smartest turtle (but he’s too busy inhaling comic books to put it to any good use).