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Monthly Archives: April 2014
That gazebo is so fucked
Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?
Are
you
sure?
And then the Gazebo ended up inside our Task Force, right
,,?
While I may not condone in this blog I’d rather have people post hate here then post it to a person’s personal blog…
marvelsburnbook-deactivated2014:
^^^^
//Except the fact that you fucking TAG THEM. So this isn’t any fucking better. And if you really think that you’re an idiot.
How about if you have to fucking have hate you post it on your OWN blog and you DON’T tag it and you stop pretending that hate is okay as long as it can’t be traced back to you?
(I’m not talking to you, Divine, darling *pets*)
beinghumansupernaturallyin221b:
Jason Momoa appreciation post. 6 feet 4 inches of pure luciousness.
And that eyebrow scar. Yes please.
Game of Thrones
Conan the Barbarian
Stargate Atlantis
Various sources…my edits, but not my pictures.
SIX FOUR oooooh a mighty God we serve….Motherfucking FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUUUUUUUUCK
AAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHH
So mad that he passed on the Marvel movie role he was offered *forever bitter*
Jeeeeezus
I’ve had a huge crush on him since his first appearance on Stargate: Atlantis. Yes please and thank you.
Imagine baby werewolves for a second
Like little babies able to turn into little tiny werewolves
And they act like puppies instead of vicious monsters that eat anything that moves
Little balls of fluff squeak-howling at the moon and play fighting with teddy bears and each other and just. LICKING. EVERY. MOVING. THING.
IMAGINE BABY WEREWOLVES
She froze, breath catching. “I … I’m really good at reading people,” she said after a moment. It wasn’t really a lie; it just wasn’t the whole truth. Finally, she looked away from Isaac, tension riding through her muscles that hadn’t been there before. “I’m sorry. I’m pushing, I shouldn’t push.”
“You’re not pushing. I’ve just…you’re the first person who’s said and noticed all that stuff before…it’s weird but kind of cool. I’m just used to being invisible, you know? And now someone sees me…” He admitted and he further tightened his arms around her, almost as if he feared her pulling away.
“I do see you,” she said, and added, almost too low to be heard, “maybe too much.” When his arms tightened, she looked back up at him, biting at her lip. “Isaac … “
Summer nodded. “You should hear them all the time. You deserve to have been looked at all your life, to not have to have hidden and run away.” Her voice grew softer, and she slowly traced down along the line of his jaw before letting her hand fall. “You should be the person surrounded by friends, instead of being lonely.”
“Or locked away in a busted up freezer…” He murmured near silently, folding in on himself, before cocking his head to the side, unconsciously leaning into her touch as his eyes widened. “How…how do you know all of this about me, Summer?”
She froze, breath catching. “I … I’m really good at reading people,” she said after a moment. It wasn’t really a lie; it just wasn’t the whole truth. Finally, she looked away from Isaac, tension riding through her muscles that hadn’t been there before. “I’m sorry. I’m pushing, I shouldn’t push.”
“I can come up with some more if you want.” She laughed a little, and twisted around until she was sitting sideways in his arms, legs tucked up over his. She reached up slowly to touch his face, fingertips light on his cheek. “Nobody’s been looking, and that’s a shame.”
“I think you’ve said them all, really.” He laughed nervously and licked at his lips, watching her move with a curious tilt to head, jumping at the contact, before gradually relaxing into it. “A shame, huh? Because of all those things you said?”
Summer nodded. “You should hear them all the time. You deserve to have been looked at all your life, to not have to have hidden and run away.” Her voice grew softer, and she slowly traced down along the line of his jaw before letting her hand fall. “You should be the person surrounded by friends, instead of being lonely.”