Many words ft. Me and the Universe

castiel-is-wonderful:

sionainnlindsay:

castiel-is-wonderful:

WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP

IS ‘MRS’ JUST MR’S 

LIKE BELONGING TO MR

OMG

Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no.

This was an extremely relevant comment and I thank you for educating me 

roxxanne-blood:

theconcealedweapon:

Youth: I think I’m [insert neurotype, sexual orientation, or gender expression].

Society: No you’re not. You’re too young to know that. You’re just going through a phase.

Adult: I think I’m [insert neurotype, sexual orientation, or gender expression].

Society: No you’re not. If you were, you would have known a long time ago.

THANK YOU

the-art-of-fangirling:

so i was on Richard Brook’s website just for giggles

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and there were a list of his stories

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and i noticed image

are you kidding me

dirtyfandomwhore:

police-box-in-purgatory:

ashameless:

tennants-hair:

asgard’s next top model

Look how happy Fandral looks, like he’s totally aware how fabulous they look. 

He probably coordinated this whole scene.

"Sif you and I will be in the middle, cause we’re the most fabulous."

"Do that thing that makes your ponytail swing."

"Come on guys, it’ll feel goofy but it’s gonna look so fuckin’ good."

they’re all about to trip over a bench

that last comment holy FUCK

suck-err:

riverplants:

foods dangerous to dogs:

  1. avocadoes
  2. alcohol
  3. raw bread dough
  4. caffeine
  5. chocolate
  6. grapes and raisins
  7. onions and garlic
  8. macadamia nuts
  9. raw salmon
  10. xylitol (artificial sweeteners)

if you have a dog please reblog this

You don’t need to have a dog, everyone just reblog this maybe ok yes
potatokraken:

lychgate:

xxthesmittenkittenxx:

little-missandry:

catastrofe:

waterbending at its finest

Dear white people,
Please stop cosplaying as PoC characters.
Thank you.
Sincerely,Everyone.

Dear little-missandry,
Anyone can cosplay as anyone/anything they want. Also, that’s the actual voice actress for Korra. She literally IS the avatar.
Thank you
Sincerely,
XxTheSmittenKittenxX

SLAMMED

Its also funny because if someone with darker skin cosplayed a white character they’d talk about how brave and awesome the person is.
ANYONE SHOULD COSPLAY ANYTHING THEY WANT

potatokraken:

lychgate:

xxthesmittenkittenxx:

little-missandry:

catastrofe:

waterbending at its finest

Dear white people,

Please stop cosplaying as PoC characters.

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Everyone.

Dear little-missandry,

Anyone can cosplay as anyone/anything they want. Also, that’s the actual voice actress for Korra. She literally IS the avatar.

Thank you

Sincerely,

XxTheSmittenKittenxX

SLAMMED

Its also funny because if someone with darker skin cosplayed a white character they’d talk about how brave and awesome the person is.

ANYONE SHOULD COSPLAY ANYTHING THEY WANT

One of the strongest taboos in Vulcan culture is making uninvited physical contact. Even husbands and wives often only touch each other with one or two fingers at most in day-to-day situations. Contact such as hand-holding, hugging or kissing is unknown in civilized Vulcan behavior.

(via first—officer—spock)

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cinemove:

Inglourious Basterds (2009) dir. Quentin Tarantino

laterovaries:

theconsultingrenegade:

bestquius:

bestquius:

There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.

I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele

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So metal.

omgrwby:

casfallen:

Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue. 

Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark. 

THIS.
ABSOLUTELY THIS

mamalaz:

5k Giveaway Prize 2 - Sherlock as a 1970s Cop Show for wordwelder

silentauroriamthereal:

peacelovehappinessandwriting:

jamesfactscalvin:

mrshudsonstolemytardis:

Prince Harry and John Barrowman both do a mutual high five/ass slap combo omg

Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass so hard that the guy actually had to rub himself a little while John waves his hand

Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass 

It’s basically illegal not to reblog this.

I haven’t written in a while…
And it shows.
But. Oh well.


“How am i supposed to bandage this?!” Sebastian yelled from the bathroom
“It’s just a little scratch” Jim sighed back and stretched between the white sheets, polkadotted with red.
“You almost bit my earlobe off you bastard!”
“Crybaby!
Jim got up and wrapped the sheet around him, he walked to the bathroom and washed his hand in the other sink. Sebastian was blotting out the blood from his ear and hissing out swears. Jim took his sweet time to desinfect his hands, and dig out the superglue.
“Hold still” he said and took a hold of the towel Moran was blotting out thw blood with,
“You know i hate to clean that out”
“Shut up or i’ll make it hot glue” Jim said softly pulling Moran’s head in by the hair and glueing the earlobe together. “There you go you fucking crybaby. Was that so hard?”
“It’ll leave a scar” moran said, a bit sad about loosing another patch of unharmed skin.
“I can bite it off again if you want that instead” Jim said and dropped the superglue to the trash, washing his hands again, leaving the bathroom to get back to bed.

Moran walked from the bathroom after a bit and crawled to bed next to Jim.
“Thanx for that” He whispered, glad that Jim had handled the glue. The sniper always managed to glue his fingers together. But as soon as the two had settled nicely together, Sebastian’s yelp disturbed the calmness of the room, this time the victim was his neck:
“owow you fucker stop biting me! Jim!!” He yelped when the small man just clinged on and kept biting. “JAMES!!” Sebastian said yanking the man off, “you ass you could’ve killed me!”
“You’re no use to me dead, i wouldn’t do that”
“Then Why did you keep biting me?!?”
“You are a good chewing toy” Jim said caressing the bite on Moran’s neck. “Besides i’m the boss, i make the rules and you follow” he whispered leaning closely in to kiss the forming bruise on the man’s neck.
Moran gasped first from surprise as he thought Jim was biting him again, but then from awe as Jim showed affection towards him. Jim hardly ever so much as looked at him nicely, not to even mention put Sebastian’s needs before himself’s.
Kissing, kissing was a rare rare jewel of a treat. A hundred quid desert at a high brow restaurant. The soft skilled lips gently pressing little imprints on Moran’s skin. Burning their way to the skin and beyond even more so than the bit. Leaving Moran limp and out of breath. He let Jim press him to the mattress and climb on top of him, let the small criminal dominate the tall assassin, let Jin wisp the gunman away to a dream, a perfect dream of life.

From which Sebastian woke up fifteen minutes later to Jim snickering.
“What’s so funny?” He asked hazily and smiled, still drowsed.
To reply Jim played a bit of someone moaning from his bedroom sound-system, high pitched, effeminate moaning. Moran recognised the moans immediately, which sent Jim up in flames with laughter.
“Do you need to record me every fucking time?” Sebastian asked and let his hand slip from Jim’s shoulder.
“Yes, yes i do.” Jim chirped, “sherlock needs a new ringtone and you moan like no other bitch on this earth”
Sebastian felt his blood boil up, it happened every time Jim called him bitch. Though this time not straight to the face, but it was implied. But even when implied the word had a bad ring in his ears. So he got up in response.
“You want coffee?” He asked and staggered up towards the kitchen, without waiting for a reply, leaving Jim to giggle in the bedroom.

In the kitchen Moran put the coffee on and stretched his neck, being carefull not to touch the parts Jim had kissed. The criminal was a pain in his ass, but he was a truly lovely pain in the ass. Or at least he was a gorgeous kisser.

After listening to Moran moaning in ecstasy for a good while, Jim lay on the bed still giggling and smirking malevolently, until he heard a sharp yelp from the kitchen. Jim sighed and got up to meet a frustratedly angry Moran who had ripped a piece of skin from his neck as the glue from his ear had stuck to it.
The big man was cursing in irish and in indian. Jim always liked to listen to that. Multiculturality in his little sniper boy.
“You fucking glued it to my fucking neck you fucking ass!!” He spat out, really showing his irish side when cursing.
“No i didn’t focking glue it to your focking neck…” Jim said mimicking Sebastian’s way of pronouncing ‘fuck’ in irish.
Sebastian glared at the man and soon they were running across the labyrinth Jim called his hideout. Jim more agile, knowing when to turn and where, Moran holding the high ground in speed and pure strength.
The chase made Jim laugh, every time he could trick Moran into turning the wrong way he’d burst into laughter and had to run for his life not to get caught by the big man. But as always, After a few turns Moran got the upper hand and managed to tackle the manically laughing criminal to the wall, he raised his arm like he was going to hit. Jim’s eyes tempting him to beat the grin from the smaller man’s lips.
‘Do it’ Jim’s eyes seemed to scream, ‘i focking made fun of you, you bitch’


Afterwards Jim spat out bloody snot from his lungs and smirked.
“Nearly broke my jaw there tiger” he whispered and leaned to Moran who held an icepack to his knuckles, “How’s the hand?”
“Could be worse”
“Good, youre no use to me handless” Jim smirked stroking Moran’s neck and tugging the big man to lay next to him. They nestled between the blood splattered sheets and Sebastian kissed Jim’s forehead goodnight, a privilige he had won in a game of poker. The lights dimmed away when Jim snapped his fingers, left was the only sound to be heard, The breathing of the two men entwined in bed.

Untill,
“OWOWOW!! You fucker stop biting me!! JAMES!”

I haven’t written in a while…
And it shows.
But. Oh well.


“How am i supposed to bandage this?!” Sebastian yelled from the bathroom
“It’s just a little scratch” Jim sighed back and stretched between the white sheets, polkadotted with red.
“You almost bit my earlobe off you bastard!”
“Crybaby!
Jim got up and wrapped the sheet around him, he walked to the bathroom and washed his hand in the other sink. Sebastian was blotting out the blood from his ear and hissing out swears. Jim took his sweet time to desinfect his hands, and dig out the superglue.
“Hold still” he said and took a hold of the towel Moran was blotting out thw blood with,
“You know i hate to clean that out”
“Shut up or i’ll make it hot glue” Jim said softly pulling Moran’s head in by the hair and glueing the earlobe together. “There you go you fucking crybaby. Was that so hard?”
“It’ll leave a scar” moran said, a bit sad about loosing another patch of unharmed skin.
“I can bite it off again if you want that instead” Jim said and dropped the superglue to the trash, washing his hands again, leaving the bathroom to get back to bed.

Moran walked from the bathroom after a bit and crawled to bed next to Jim.
“Thanx for that” He whispered, glad that Jim had handled the glue. The sniper always managed to glue his fingers together. But as soon as the two had settled nicely together, Sebastian’s yelp disturbed the calmness of the room, this time the victim was his neck:
“owow you fucker stop biting me! Jim!!” He yelped when the small man just clinged on and kept biting. “JAMES!!” Sebastian said yanking the man off, “you ass you could’ve killed me!”
“You’re no use to me dead, i wouldn’t do that”
“Then Why did you keep biting me?!?”
“You are a good chewing toy” Jim said caressing the bite on Moran’s neck. “Besides i’m the boss, i make the rules and you follow” he whispered leaning closely in to kiss the forming bruise on the man’s neck.
Moran gasped first from surprise as he thought Jim was biting him again, but then from awe as Jim showed affection towards him. Jim hardly ever so much as looked at him nicely, not to even mention put Sebastian’s needs before himself’s.
Kissing, kissing was a rare rare jewel of a treat. A hundred quid desert at a high brow restaurant. The soft skilled lips gently pressing little imprints on Moran’s skin. Burning their way to the skin and beyond even more so than the bit. Leaving Moran limp and out of breath. He let Jim press him to the mattress and climb on top of him, let the small criminal dominate the tall assassin, let Jin wisp the gunman away to a dream, a perfect dream of life.

From which Sebastian woke up fifteen minutes later to Jim snickering.
“What’s so funny?” He asked hazily and smiled, still drowsed.
To reply Jim played a bit of someone moaning from his bedroom sound-system, high pitched, effeminate moaning. Moran recognised the moans immediately, which sent Jim up in flames with laughter.
“Do you need to record me every fucking time?” Sebastian asked and let his hand slip from Jim’s shoulder.
“Yes, yes i do.” Jim chirped, “sherlock needs a new ringtone and you moan like no other bitch on this earth”
Sebastian felt his blood boil up, it happened every time Jim called him bitch. Though this time not straight to the face, but it was implied. But even when implied the word had a bad ring in his ears. So he got up in response.
“You want coffee?” He asked and staggered up towards the kitchen, without waiting for a reply, leaving Jim to giggle in the bedroom.

In the kitchen Moran put the coffee on and stretched his neck, being carefull not to touch the parts Jim had kissed. The criminal was a pain in his ass, but he was a truly lovely pain in the ass. Or at least he was a gorgeous kisser.

After listening to Moran moaning in ecstasy for a good while, Jim lay on the bed still giggling and smirking malevolently, until he heard a sharp yelp from the kitchen. Jim sighed and got up to meet a frustratedly angry Moran who had ripped a piece of skin from his neck as the glue from his ear had stuck to it.
The big man was cursing in irish and in indian. Jim always liked to listen to that. Multiculturality in his little sniper boy.
“You fucking glued it to my fucking neck you fucking ass!!” He spat out, really showing his irish side when cursing.
“No i didn’t focking glue it to your focking neck…” Jim said mimicking Sebastian’s way of pronouncing ‘fuck’ in irish.
Sebastian glared at the man and soon they were running across the labyrinth Jim called his hideout. Jim more agile, knowing when to turn and where, Moran holding the high ground in speed and pure strength.
The chase made Jim laugh, every time he could trick Moran into turning the wrong way he’d burst into laughter and had to run for his life not to get caught by the big man. But as always, After a few turns Moran got the upper hand and managed to tackle the manically laughing criminal to the wall, he raised his arm like he was going to hit. Jim’s eyes tempting him to beat the grin from the smaller man’s lips.
‘Do it’ Jim’s eyes seemed to scream, ‘i focking made fun of you, you bitch’


Afterwards Jim spat out bloody snot from his lungs and smirked.
“Nearly broke my jaw there tiger” he whispered and leaned to Moran who held an icepack to his knuckles, “How’s the hand?”
“Could be worse”
“Good, youre no use to me handless” Jim smirked stroking Moran’s neck and tugging the big man to lay next to him. They nestled between the blood splattered sheets and Sebastian kissed Jim’s forehead goodnight, a privilige he had won in a game of poker. The lights dimmed away when Jim snapped his fingers, left was the only sound to be heard, The breathing of the two men entwined in bed.

Untill,
“OWOWOW!! You fucker stop biting me!! JAMES!”