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𝐄𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐡 𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐚 ☆ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫
Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga…
Veere Di Wedding (2018)
What rubbish is this guy saying? It’s rubbish?
Behind the scenes of Sonam Kapoor’s wedding
* shirley jackson prompts
assorted lines from shirley jackson novels. tw: blood.
‘ listen, if you’re scared – ’
‘ i won’t be angry, i promise you. ’
‘ you just go right ahead and eat. ’
‘ don’t go out without your jacket. ’
‘ i’ve had enough trouble, thanks. ’
‘ you’ve been asleep. i didn’t want to wake you. ’
‘ i’m just disappointed in you, that’s all. ’
‘ we’ll spend more time together from now on. ’
‘ if you don’t stop playing with your food you can just leave the table. ’
‘ this is a serious thing. i want you to realize that. ’
‘ we have only one defense, and that is running away. ’
‘ i won’t be gone more than a minute. ’
‘ put your head on my shoulder now, and go to sleep. ’
‘ i’ll try to cope with it. ’
‘ you just cut it out. ’
‘ don’t call me that. ’
‘ it’s not new, of course, but there’s lots of wear in it still. ’
‘ something smells good. ’
‘ don’t try to run away again. ’
‘ light-headed, and sort of dizzy. ’
‘ oh, shut up, dopey. ’
‘ it isn’t fair, it isn’t right. ’
‘ look at my thumb. ’
‘ don’t buy any store doughnuts. ’
‘ why, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost. ’
‘ i’ll have a headache if i don’t get some solid food soon. ’
‘ this is a river and we’re on it. ’
‘ no one’s stopping you. ’
‘ i was just too tired last night to clean up. ’
‘ we’re not afraid. ’
‘ everyone can hear you. ’
‘ i think flowers make a room look so friendly. ’
‘ damn you. ’
‘ pick them up yourself. ’
‘ i have a suitcase full of mystery stories. ’
‘ it’s just a toothache. ’
‘ lousy day, isn’t it? ’
‘ now promise. ’
‘ finally made it. ’
‘ some good books. ’
‘ it was all covered in blood. ’
‘ just isn’t possible. ’
‘ get away from there, kid. ’
‘ it knows we’re here. ’
Sonam Kapoor Ahuja for Neeru’s India
Some Questions Sentence Starters
“Where are you going?”
“What are you doing?”
“Where is __?”
“And where, do you think, are you are going?”
“Who do you think you are?!”
“Who are you?”
“Who is that?”
“Who did this?”
“Where are my __?”
“How on earth did you manage to hurt yourself?”
“How did this happen?”
“How could you?!”
“What the fuck?”
“There’s nothing between us, is there?”
“How can I fix this?”
“Do you need a hug?”
“Is sorry not enough?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“It’s over, isn’t it?”
“How can someone of your size bleed this much?”
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Is it supposed to hurt?”
“How can you go off without me like this?”
“You’re not happy, are you?”
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“How can we stop this?”
“Can you just shut up?!”
“Why are you bleeding?!”
“Do you think you can help me?”
“Can you smile for me?”
“Why are you so sad?”
“Are you okay?!’
“What are you?”
?+ Add your own!
Hanabi Pushpavathi, a Xiaolin Showdown oc.
Smash that like/reblog if you want a tall, strong dragon lady who sets things on fire [ REASONABLY of course ], and saves the world on a daily basis on your dash !
cute date idea
we have a duel with swords. if you disarm me, im yours.
crossroadsdiner:
Celia Rae would glare at Hanabi if she weren’t so focused on clearing water from her lungs. Doesn’t Hanabi realise Celia Rae has breathing problems as it is? She can’t even cough like a regular person. The paralysis to her throat doesn’t allow it.
Celia Rae takes wheezing breaths as she collapses on the bank. She flaps her hands in front of her face, as if fanning oxygen into her throat. “Breathing is hard.” She croaks, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Never had to do it before. Don’t like how it only works sometimes.” She looks over at Hanabi and adds “Mud washes out. Would rather have some fun.”
She was like a fish out of water--pun not intended. Promptly, Hana tossed the pants onto aforementioned large rock, crouching down and slipping hands under her arms. With ease, she lifted her from the grimy bank, sitting her down next to her pants, possibly the only preserved part left of her, “Kidding, only kidding.”
Hanabi brushed the blonde, wet locks away from her face, hand moving over her shoulder and giving her back a comforting rub. She wasn’t sure how much good it would do physically, but sometimes some emotional motivation made up the difference, she hoped, “That being said, perhaps you shouldn’t dive to your doom quite so eagerly. Drowning isn’t fun... so I hear.”
crossroadsdiner:
Celia Rae shimmies out of her mom jeans and dives into the river. She comes up spluttering almost immediately, coughing up water as she wades back to the bank. She’d spent most of her life living in a lake and had forgotten that she can’t breath underwater anymore.
Hanabi plucked the jeans from the bank, shaking off the debris and folding them over an arm. The beginning seemed harmless enough--who didn’t like a nice swim on a hot day?--but she was startled, almost taken aback by how loudly the blonde broke the surface after taking such a smooth, practiced dive in.
She was clearly a competent swimmer. Well, Hana supposed, even seasoned persons messed up at one time or another. She approached, flicking a few clods of moist mud off the jeans, “You should really lay these on a boulder, or something, next time you fancy drowning yourself. Unless you like walking around like you shit your pants.”
Reblog if your muse is Bisexual
Other pride-flag bubbles for your muses: [LGTBQA+] [Ace] [Aro] [Panromantic/-sexual] [Grey-Asexual] [Demi-Asexual] [Gay] [Lesbian] [Transgender] [Intersex] [Agender] [Genderfluid] [Nonbinary]