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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Jules of Nature
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if i look back, i am lost
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Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe

Product Placement
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Stranger Things
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Love Begins

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Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth
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That’s so Raven.
It had started as a simple mission. Track down a few assassins and bring them in. But, as most things tend to, everything took a turn for a worst. She was injured, her body threatening to go into it’s self reparative state, something she had very little control over. “Azerath… Metrion… Zintho…s..” She had enough in her to make a gateway; where to, she wasn’t sure. From the vague glimpses she got as she weaved into unconsciousness, it had to be some sort of city. As she fell, she could hear the wind rushing by her ear; as well as horns honking and the sounds of people. Good, she didn’t port herself to some uninhabited rock. The last thing she heard and felt was crashing into a car, her body shutting itself down and starting the process of rebuilding itself.
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The next thing she would feel would be the strong arms of a sure person, and the next thing she’d hear would be the soft murmurs of worry coming from somewhere to the left. All was quiet now; either they’d found a quiet street in NYC(impossible), or they’d moved somewhere higher up. Considering the sounds of honking were muffled but not completely gone was a sign that it may have been the latter.
“Is she okay?” A high tenor muttered under his breath, adjusting the blanket he’d lain over her waist, “She hasn’t moved in a while.”
“She’s in shock, I think,” A lower bass responded, smoothing wild hair from her nearly-healed face. “Regenerates fast, at least.”
She hadn't noticed the arms at first, but the voices started to stir her. She could feel bones mending, muscles and organs being repaired. It was a strange mix of relief and horrible pain. Once she felt the blanket her eyes drifted open, slowly sitting up as she rubbed her head. “Ugh.. Where... Where am I?” She muttered, gazing over at the two. Her face held no emotion, as usual, but she stood ready to strike should she need to. “And who are you?” Instead of waiting for an answer she pulled the communicator she kept strapped to her belt and looked it over. Only some minor damage, she’d have to praise Robin on it later. She flipped it open, speaking into it as she gazed at her surroundings. “Raven to anyone, come in.” When nothing but static greeted her she tried again, only getting the same result. With a sigh she flipped the device closed, gazing over at Billy and Teddy. “.. What’s going on?”
Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel
shut him the fuck down
Reblog if you're a cuddler.
panasonicyouth:
kimcrow:
lord—loldemort:
tophatkurt:
homemadedarkmark:
teppelin:
This is apparently a lubricant ad. Just let the reality of the image sink in for a moment.
WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA
IT TOOK ME A MINUTE AND NOW OH MY GOD
i’m like wtf are they say-HOLY SHIT
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
OHMYGAWD O.O
I don’t get it. Are they saying she created the ocean? That lubrication is peaceful? What is this ad trying to say? Look, I swear, I don’t understand this and it is making me feel like—
OH SWEET JESUS PLEASE NO WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK.
Wait, what’s everyone freaking out about? I don’t get it— OH MY GOD.
I was gonna reblog it like “I don’t get it someone help” and then
LISTEN ALL U PEOPLE SITTING THERE STARING AT IT, YOU’LL GET IT EVENTUALLY I PROMISE IT TOOK ME A FULL 5 MINUTES
i hate this website so much
*scrolling through notes* why hasn’t anyone said why it’s so horrible? For gods sake sometimes this website really an- Omfg Omfg Omfg O M F G
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Someone do an rp with me where I can use Gwen Stacey plx
Spider Gwen’s been added to the list of Muses!
daringstylinson:
when someone sees my blog and asks “what the heLL IS THAT?!?!”
That’s so Raven.
It had started as a simple mission. Track down a few assassins and bring them in. But, as most things tend to, everything took a turn for a worst. She was injured, her body threatening to go into it’s self reparative state, something she had very little control over. “Azerath... Metrion... Zintho...s..” She had enough in her to make a gateway; where to, she wasn't sure. From the vague glimpses she got as she weaved into unconsciousness, it had to be some sort of city. As she fell, she could hear the wind rushing by her ear; as well as horns honking and the sounds of people. Good, she didn’t port herself to some uninhabited rock. The last thing she heard and felt was crashing into a car, her body shutting itself down and starting the process of rebuilding itself.
breaking news: obama is not real. obama is a figment of our imaginations. this country is being run by our imaginary friend, barack obama
Breaking News: Mitt Romney campaigned against an imaginary man and still lost the presidency.
I am ugly laughing so hard.
This is so utterly important to not just the Supernatural fandom, currently under attack, but to ANYONE who’s ever gotten hate by anons.
This is so mind-numbingly simple to execute, and it will block a whole IP address, which means that anons cant make new profiles to send more hate.
IF YOU KNOW SOME OF YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE GETTING HATE, LET THEM KNOW THEY CAN STOP THE HATE BY DOING THIS THING.
My character is a bad guy. He’s dangerous. So when someone purposely antagonizes him, I usually just drop the thread instead of having him lash out and deal with the moaning and whining from my partner. I’ve had it happen too many times.
he’s suffering
how the fuck did he take the first bite
HOW DOES ME EATING A SANDWICH HAVE 5000 NOTES
HOW DID YOU EAT IT?!
Pretty please~ reblog if you are a multiship blog!
“Fine, fine.” He muttered, sighing softly. “I think theresh some bottles in the fridge.. or something.” He waved, eventually finding his center of balance. “.. It’s just.. Hard.”
“I was thinkin.. Maybe goin down south for a bit. See aunt Lin. Wanna come?”
“I’ll get those in a minute. C’mon, big boy.” Slowly but surely, she steered him in the direction of his room. “I know it’s hard. It’s hard for all of us.”
“I’d love to come. Not now, though.” Komina tugged the covers off, carefully laying him down. She layered the comforter over him. “Now, hydrate. Sleep. Then shower. Then we’ll talk about Lin.” pause, “Promise.”
“Fine, fine.” He groaned, laying back as he pressed one wrist against his forehead.
“This might be the alcohol talking.. But your a pretty lady.” He muttered, letting his eyes close as he drifted off to sleep. Oh of coursed he snored in his sleep, why wouldn't he?