batlock:

So.

Cards Against Humanity.

I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.

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It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.

If you have it, open your box.

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You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?

Do that.

Do it carefully.

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Holy shit.

There’s something in there. What could that be?

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There’s a card.

There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.

But what card?

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I fucking love these people.

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articulatephantom:

charlesoberonn:

zanetheaiden:

u readin this?

u a princess.

i dont care if youre a goddamn bodybuilder, ur now princess protein

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Hell yes, I’m a princess

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edens-blog:

wkdart:

iamtonysexual:

andrejpejicjimmyvegafanfic:

onlylolgifs:

 People blown over in streets as Storm Ivar hits Norway

looks fun

makin’ my way dOWNTO—-

ASDFK

MAKIN’ MY WAY UPTOWN

not gonna lie at first I thought these people were really good at the Smooth Criminal lean

step 1. buy several hundred bags of miniature marshmallows 

step 2. somehow get upwind

step 3. open the bags and let the sugary puffs fly free

step 4. enjoy the sight of people getting absolutely pelted with marshmallows 

step 5. ?????????

step 6. profit 

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hotwinger:

It’s kind of funny watching people who are popular on Tumblr act like they’re so much more superior than other bloggers. It’s like when eighth graders think they’re better than seventh graders. We’re all in metaphorical middle school on this website. Pathetic, metaphorical middle school.

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alldemfeels:

"Only love can hurt like this" I sing as I cry at yet another Marvel movie.

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killingthedeathnote:

potatoflavouredicecream:

jeanneedsfreckledjesus:

realweeaboo:

rebloggingsnk:

snk-peasant:

ratchet-jean:

 um.

omfg

sorry friends

Why

GODDAMMIT

was that really necessary

Goddamnit

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nado-the-knight-of-the-wind:

mark-pellegrino-is-my-king:

cute-little-princess:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART

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SOBBING

Wow what the fuck. I didn’t need this.

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graphitedoll:

"silent treatment"

3 times Loki wouldn’t answer Frigga and 1 time Frigga couldn’t answer him.

// PLEASE DO NOT DELETE THE FOLLOWING COMMENT !! //

alright! so before we go any further! yush! i do indeed know that in canon, Frigga had a ship burial and her body seemed to have evanesced into the high heavens. But when i was drawing this photo set i wanted Loki to have a physical memorial onto which he can adequately mourn over the death of his mother. In my mind this “grave” was something Loki built himself.

ok. so i’ve received a few comments on how the tombstone i drew for frigga, which was modeled after a celtic cross, was offensive to the fact that she is a Norse Goddess and i can understand that (i’m usually more sensitive to these things, i guess i was rather drained, physically and emotionally, by the time i got to the last panel and i just wanted to wrap it up as soon as possible) so i’ve changed the last panel so that Frigga’s tombstone isn’t quit so “christian” looking.

However i still decided to keep the solar cross because not only is it a Norse/viking symbol and one of it’s myriad of aliases is “Odin’s Cross”, it also happens to be the symbol for Earth. i felt this is especially fitting (or ironic) since Loki tried to enslave the human race and take over Earth during the Avengers.

this got me to thinking… if you took this one step further and made an analogy between Frigga and Earth and how Loki went from only ever wanting acceptance, not even recognition, from those around him to a man who is so burdened by delusions of grandeur that he is willing to bring harm to anyone around him, not distinguishing that a foe might be a friend… it throws an especially tragic light on the situation…

Loki never needed Earth, our Earth. He wanted Earth to rule over in order to validate his existence, but what he needed, from the core of his soul, was for someone to accept him, to accept every part of him, be it his juton blood or his fraying sanity.

if Loki could only have just distanced himself a little and looked, truly looked, at everything around him, he could have realized he already had what he needed, someone who always accepted him for who he is! someone who knew from the beginning he was of juton descent but still embraced him as one of her own - Frigga.

unfortunately Loki never reaches this kind of clarity and ultimately his actions cost him one of the only two people who have really truly thought of him as kin.

coming back to this photo set… a small part of me, the part of me that thrives on poetic justice, hopes that in performing this burial Loki might perhaps finally “put to rest” all these self-assigned burdens and ambitions and finally, finally, find some peace for himself.

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kh-memes:

For more

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aristocraticbunnies:

I still feel kind of betrayed

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thegeminisage:

it’s been five months and i’m still not over how “to the end of the line” basically means “til death do us part”

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#DON'T  

plutoandpersephone:

"but you can’t headcanon every character as queer!"

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cinderchild:

snickerdooble:

various bucks being CUTE

SO CUTE OH MY GODS

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