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May 29 2017

sourwolfstories:

The Annoyance Next Door by thenoahfosterr

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 27569

Derek loves his apartment. It’s big, spacious, and it makes him feel free. It’s conveniently located near a twenty-four hour grocery store, and near enough to most of his friends that he can see them whenever he likes. It’s in Oakland city, a couple of days drive from Beacon Hills.

He’s a very successful architect, so technically he could have a house if he wanted, but he likes the apartment. Likes the space it gives him.

There’s only one small problem - and it probably wouldn’t even irritate him if he was a sociable person - his neighbour. He’s never met 403 in person but he knows he wouldn’t like him. The guy makes so much damn noise, and he only knows it’s a man from the amount of deep voiced swearing he hears whenever something is dropped.

But neighbours aside, it’s a great apartment. He loves living alone.

May 27 2017

mediocre-latinist:

jasonalanclark:

emiibarazakis:

skrulls:

taejira:

pickmanslovelymodel:

also, i really want there to be more vampires and so on who, instead of speaking in a charming, cultured, but vaguely old-fashioned way because they are a 275-year-old consciousness in an undead, unaging 19-year-old body, talk in embarrassingly misapplied or outdated slang and pop culture references in a failed effort to blend in with their apparent peer group

…or who speak pretty normally most of the time, but lapse into saying stuff like “GOD’S WOUNDS, YOU CUR“ when they get upset enough

vampires who got turned 30 years ago and still say “radical”

vampires who just use WAY too much 90s slang. vampires who say “booyah” when they get too excited.

vampires who mix all slang from the past 5 centuries mercilessly within the same breath and don’t even try to stop it anymore.

Unhand me, you egg-sucking, lily-livered, jive-talking, whackadoo. Foul villain! Cur! I bite my thumb at thee, you ugly motherfucker, so hasta la bye bye, daddy-o!

My eyes are bleeding

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thegeekindenial:

Actual bunny Derek Hale.

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kickingshoes:

IDEK ZIM PROMISED ME FIC IF I DREW THIS

sketched out in a spare sketchbook, inked in ps

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hungryandalone4evr:

[x]

wow finally

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gothzouis:

juily asked for domestic sterek n.n 

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spider999now:

took some time off studying TuT and drew some sterek! :DD wolf cuddles! <3 (wolves are HARD to draw and me being too lazy to find photo references is not helping improving my skills to draw them :’‘D sorry abt that)

anyway, GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL WITH YOUR EXAMS!! i have my first one tomorrow >-< (the English one!)

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batcii:

oops I was reading zombie apocalypse fic and then this happened okay

May 26 2017

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sperari:

foundloveinbudapest:

obsessiforge:

bluandorange:

so I’ve got this headcanon that Guardians of the Galaxy is really the Avengers playing a table top roleplaying game, where Bucky’s the DM who suffers through heaps and loads of trolling 

Mostly from Steve

Especially from Steve

Which means Natasha was the one who sat down and wrote out the long, comprehensive backstory for her kickass space assassin Gamora, that Bucky keeps trying to work into the campaign but they keep getting sidetracked by –

Tony who just created what he sees himself as – the suave, wise-cracking space vagabond.

Thor who needed a lot of help building his character and decided on a couple easy to remember traits (Strong, honor, doesn’t get metaphors)

and Bruce who’s actually too busy to pay full attention so any time Bucky asks what he wants to do he just says “I am Groot” and lets Steve decide

Oh my god.

Headcanon accepted so hard

my-dads-the-king-of-hell:

my-dads-the-king-of-hell:

so apparently an arm can sell on the black market for $885, ($500 for the shoulder plus $385 for the hand an forearm) 

and a leg can sell for $500 (at least thats the lowest price of an albino leg so im guessing here) 

So when someone says “That’ll cost an arm ad a leg” they are roughly asking for $1,335

which is less than i would have guessed. 

i didn’t spend this much time researching the cost of limbs on the black market for one note

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bhadpodcast:

I’ve never seen this picture, but it’s amazing!

And that’s the shift from the piano bar!  

OMG, what if he was… ~wistful. 

Someone date this for me, I wanna add it to my dylanxdamon series. 

OMG bae’s face!  So clean and clear and under control. 

abomination-station:

does anyone else just think of katy perry and like, not feel anything? Like when you think of her your mind just blanks and all you feel is hollow wind blowing through your skull because she’s just kind of there, trying so hard but failing to leave even the most basic impression upon your psyche? might just be me

May 23 2017

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victor-x-yuuri:

“They do have undeniable chemistry”

May 21 2017

bubblineismyproblem:

writing-prompt-s:

Everyone has the date of their death tattooed on their arm at birth, however yours just says “TOMORROW” and has said that all your life.

The confusion and anxiety started when I was first born; my parents were both in tears, and all of the doctors offered their condolences.
The next day, I was alive and well, much to the confusion of everyone involved. Maybe it was a mistake? Or I would die the next day instead.
But I kept living.
My parents taught me to hide it, to lie about it. I always covered the tattoo up with long sleeves or ‘bandages’ during the summer. My mother had panic attacks regularly and rarely slept. My father insisted on always knowing where I was going, and constantly checked up on me. I was never left alone.
Eventually, when I was old enough to understand what the tattoo meant, and what death was, the anxiety hit me too. I was constantly worried, sometimes staring at the words late at night when I was alone in bed. It didn’t make any sense to me. It didn’t make sense to anyone. But my family and I had come to the agreement that under no circumstances was anyone to find out what the word on my arm really was.
Throughout the years of my life, the anxiety would come and go - why would I die now? But moments of fear still passed through me whenever I got into a car, or a friend dared me to go on a roller coaster. Some people called me a coward. I wasn’t a coward - I was confused. I was just trying to live.
A part of me knew I should be grateful, grateful for living so long for no justified reason. But I was too confused to care.
That is, until one day in my philosophy class, when we started discussing famous phrases and the meanings behind them. Class was normal - a little dull, a little quiet, but interesting enough.
Phrases entered and exited the discussion, and I occasionally listened to the discussion. About ten minutes before we were suppose to leave, the professor asked for one last phrase. A girl behind me raised her hand.
“Yes? What’s your phrase?”
“My phrase is ‘tomorrow never comes.’”
Those words hit me, consumed me, making me struggle to breath. Class went on as normal as I sat there, making sense of the words. How had I never heard that phrase before? I suppose my parents protected me from it. But how? It seems like a simple phrase that could be thrown around without anyone making much out of it. But then again, I suppose there’s really not many opportunities to use it.
Tomorrow never comes.
Tomorrow never comes.
Tomorrow never comes.
What did that mean for me?
I sat through the rest of my classes, thinking and barely acknowledging my lessons, eventually reaching the end of the school day. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and went to text my dad the news. The statement. But as I typed the words, the realization hit me.

Everyone else had dates written on their arm. Dates like “September 17, 2068.” Or “August 23, 2100.” But tomorrow isn’t a date. Tomorrow isn’t a date.
“Tomorrow never comes.”
I’m immortal.

ATTENTION ALL OF TUMBLR!

protom-lad:

kikithegirl:

THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE.


IN 2014, IN SCHAUMBURG , ILLINOIS, USA

THERE

WILL

BE

A

TUMBLR CONVENTION!!!


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THESE ARE THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE THAT ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN

SIGNAL BOOST THIS GUYS

I WANNA SEE EVERYONE THERE!!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysse Shelly

May 19 2017

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soldieronbarnes:

Teen Wolf AU: Obviously, twice is not enough…they just gotta make more of an effort. 

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