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multifandom. books + musicals + tv + movies + fanfiction + fanart. feel free to drop me an ask. anything goes~

[whotellsyourstory-deactivated20]

Sydney Lucas performs Ring of Keys at the 2015 Tony Awards

[jaketheescapologist]

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[iceinherheart-kissonherlips]

‘Who’s shooting at you?’ ’Oh, just a few Sontarans. Chased me halfway across the galaxy. I probably shouldn’t have asked them if they were on a hen night.’

[aryaunderfoot-deactivated202007]

It’s probably conceited to say But I think we’re alike in a certain way…

[iangullugher]

btvs rewatch: season 1 episode 3

We’re a team. Aren’t we a team? Yeah, you’re the Slayer, and we’re, like, the Slayerettes.

[thorodinson]

[embuffalo-blog]

The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I. —That’s a tough way to live. It’s a good way not to die, though.

[mayalunas]

[embuffalo-blog]

We’ve been here for like, an hour. What kind of trouble do you think I could possibly get into? Oh I have  a l l  k i n d s  of thoughts about that.

[fuckyeahmeganhilty]

[cosimacormier]

[ladyohara]

‘80s rapper? Really? I can do it too. Please do. This is a little something I like to call “I Need Love” by LL Cool J.

Kelli O’Hara for The Interval

[xxluminescence]

[lovehollistein]

“Hollstein” please stop!!!

[loveable-hollstein]

please dont stop

[fitzmonkeys]

Agent Romanoff: From the Files of Director Fury (x)(x)

[loniemachin-deactivated20151104]

[embuffalo-blog]

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 76th Hunger Games.

[defiantdraagons-deactivated2017]

50 Days of Doctor Who

Day 3: Favourite Character — Martha Jones

“There’s a lot of people depending on you, you’re a bit of a legend. [The legend says] that you sailed the atlantic, walked across America. That your the only person that got out of Japan alive. Martha Jones, they say, she’s gonna save the world.“

[aibaaina]

“Oh, no, Katniss. Not your wedding. Finnick and Annie’s. All you need to do is show up and pretend to be happy for them.” “That’s one of the few things I won’t have to pretend.”

[oydsseus]

– the sun drawing slow yellow strokes across the BMW. Ronan pushes against him, warm and solid, soft fingers pressed against soft lips, the colorless sky glowing almost white against his dark hair. Summer heat descends maddeningly onto Henrietta, creeps into the backseat where they’re tumbled together, but it’s only May, temperate May and not furious August, so Adam merely wipes his palm across Ronan’s damp forehead and smiles. (x)