11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? 35: How many more days until your birthday?
Anonymous

11: MANGO ORANGE FUZE YEAHHHH GET IN ME 

35: AS OF ONE HOUR AND 27 MINUTES AGO IT IS MY BIRTHDAY HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO ME YAY

thank you for asking!! n.n

heteroh:

deadcyberbitch:

I HATE HORMONES 

really? i liked her i felt she had an important part in harry potter

(via guy)

stereolights:

thestarthing:

stereolights:

"GOD why does fandom have to make everyone GAY??"

i know right??? why not interpret some people as bi or pan, or asexual, or maybe an aromantic demisexual, or—

oh wait sorry i didnt realize you actually meant “why isnt everyone straight, its making me uncomfortable.”

It took me a minute to realize that was “a-romantic” not “aromatic” as in smelling nice

no no we definitely also need demisexuals who smell nice this is important 

(via ariwillruletheworld)

fang-heichou:

"Humanity was suddenly reminded that day of the terror of being at their mercy, of the humiliation of being trapped inside a Cage."

the-anal-rapist:

gayseawitch:

dicksplit:

I want a tattoo on my dick that says “i know, right?”

probably you can only get “ikr”

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(via animeevie)

tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

brolininthetardis:


#this is a coffeeshop au screaming to be brought into existence #i don’t care what fandom or what pairing #someone write it #and send it to me


It was three hours into his shift before John realised there was something going on.
He was used to being smiled at, even flirted with. It was usually across the board, though. Middle-aged women in yoga gear would eye him up and down while he blended their drinks. Giggling coeds would lean over the counter to watch as he muddled limes into their iced teas.
Today though, it was all men. And they were forward. It didn’t bother him in the least, it was just a sudden change. By noon, he had a pocketful of numbers.
"Black, two sugars."
A deep voice rumbled across the marble.
Smiling, John glanced up from where he was shaking a canister of whipped cream. “Just a second, mate. Is that everything?” Licking his thumb clean, he made a decorative swirl on top of a cup of chai tea with ginger.
"A biscuit."
The voice pitched a bit deeper.
John was half absorbed in the music that was pumping out of the small speakers in the corner behind him. Swaying from side to side, he looked his new customer over. The kid looked like he needed the biscuit. He was definitely skinny. And tall. Very tall. And dark. Handsome. With full, pouting lips, and vivid grey eyes, and Christ on a cracker John could make chocolate shavings with those cheekbones. Nipping the corner of his lip, he handed the tea off to the granny that had ordered it. “One coffee and a biscuit. Anything else?”
"Um. A scone." The teen cleared his throat, and tapped at the glass, pointing to a blueberry muffin.
"That’s not a scone, mate." John chuckled, and pulled out the tray of the baked goods. He hovered his hand over each of the scones, grabbing one when he saw the customer lick his lips. It was lemon and cranberry, baked by John that morning. "Will that be everything?" He slipped the whipped cream canister into one of the pockets of his apron, and went to pour the coffee.  
"I… Oatmeal square?" The teen buried one of his hands into his rich black curls. John was tickled to see that those impossible cheekbones were tinting pink.
"Oh, those are just brilliant." John took one out, and set it on a paper plate. "I make them with honey, instead of molasses." Crinkling his nose, he rang up the bill. "Is that it?" he asked, leaning against the counter.
The young man cleared his throat, and broke off a corner of the square, popping it into his mouth. Slowly, he licked the honey off of his fingertips. “Dinner?”
John straightened too quickly. The canister in his pocket caught on the edge of the marble, depressing the nozzle. Thick cream splattered over the hem of his shirt, and his thighs. One lingering drop clung to the tip before it fell to drip onto his shoes.
"Is that a yes?"
Twenty minutes later, John Watson waved off Sherlock Holmes, and leaned on the door of the coffee shop for a long while watching him. Folding the slip of paper that held the address for their date that night, he tucked it into his pocket and turned to head back to his post. He caught sight of the small chalkboard that normally had their daily specials, leaning up against the display. One with very familiar handwriting.
"God dammit, Mike!"

helotastic:

thealphapigeon:

deansass:

ok so I have a friend who has a 6 year old daughter with a prosthetic arm and a while ago I told her to go watch the winter soldier because it was so good

and she just texted me that she watched it and that her daughter is begging to have her prosthetic remade to look like Bucky’s

im gonna cry omg

Omg imagine Bucky walking down the street and seeing a little girl with an arm like his

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(via partially-deceased-punk)

creatingpathstowander:

sweetmoonbeam17:

ultrastrongforgeorg:

DONT
FUCKING
WATCH
THIS
MOVIE
ONLINE
DONT.
Dreamworks needs that money. Dreaworks needs that money so fucking much. This movie isnt doing as well as it fucking should be and DONT WATCH IT ONLINE.
GO SEE IT IN THEATRES.
GO SEE IT AT MATINE PRICE IF YOURE POOR. YOU CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER FIVE DOLLARS.
JUST
DONT
WATCH
THIS
ONLINE.
this is too important to dreamworks for you to pirate it!!!!!!
SUPPORT DREAMWORKS.

YEAH LITERALLY MORNING/AFTERNOON PRICES ARE $5 - $8 DOLLARS
SURELY YOU HAVE THAT

I completely understand that not everyone can afford to watch this in theaters even if it is $5 matinee price (I’ve certainly had my share of days when even $2 candies are outside my budget), but maybe you can get a friend or family member to pay for your ticket? Make it a group outing, a fun family or friend group memory? I’ve used this method before, and it’s not usually anywhere near as difficult as it sounds.
Also, here’s a list of reasons to watch this movie in theaters if you can afford to do so:
1) The animation quality has most definitely increased since the first movie, and it’s kind of amazing— you want to see those details in the best quality possible, and the theater will assure you get that. By which I mean that it’s well worth watching on the big screen, because it’s just that high quality.
2) By going to the theater, you’re able to keep tangible souvenirs of your viewing; by which I mean that you can take your ticket and frame it or put it in a scrapbook or something. If you’re as much of an HTTYD fan as I am, that’s probably something you’re gonna want to be able to do.
3) This movie will make you cry for both happy and not-happy reasons, and you tend to get asked less questions when you do this in a dark theater with a bunch of other, equally emotional fans than when you do this in your own home.
4) You’re gonna want to watch this movie two or more times after your initial viewing, anyway. There are so many details in this movie— just one of the many things we love about Dreamworks movies, right?— that it’s a pretty safe bet you’ll want to drink them all in a little more closely after your first one or two, slightly rushed watch-throughs. Just… make sure at least one of your viewings is in a theater, alright?
You can re-watch it online later if you want, but go to the theater at least once, if you can at all afford to do so. And don’t feel bad if you can’t. If it’s feasible, do it. If it’s not, then just urge your friends to do it in your place. Help Dreamworks to the best of your ability. 

scamdal:

before writing your au, consider the following: 

  • meeting while waiting for hours on end in the emergency room au
  • monopoly night au
  • commiserating on a night shift at mcdonalds au
  • you were the only one that offered to help me move in au
  • marching band au
  • sharing a high school school textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners au
  • working in a museum au
  • panicked yelling in unison because of lost baggage in between connecting flights au

(via partially-deceased-punk)

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