For your birthday Ai Niron,
I give you our darling Alycia playing with her knife... Because we both need a little more Alycia in our life.
Ai hod yu in, @timetoliveo1
Happy Birthday.

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For your birthday Ai Niron,
I give you our darling Alycia playing with her knife... Because we both need a little more Alycia in our life.
Ai hod yu in, @timetoliveo1
Happy Birthday.
Why do so many people make tiktoks while they're clearly driving. What the fuck. Stop that shit, you're gonna kill someone.
I think people online treat driving too casually tbh, like there was a poll about people's bad habits while driving and they weren't bad habits or problematic or whatever, they were all things that literally kill people every single day. You are driving a massive vehicle that can very easily turn into a murder weapon with your carelessness, take this shit seriously.
"Haha I never use my turn signals" you are going to kill someone.
"I don't do full stops at stop signs lol" you are going to kill someone.
"Sometimes I text while I'm driving 🤭" YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.
Also people who speed up or suddenly stop or swerve a lot to freak out someone in the car for fun: it stops being funny when you get into a car accident because of it. Just so you know.
We don’t know about you, but we’re counting down the nights til we’re at Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour… 22!!!! ♥️
Feeling 22.... And epically sad I don't have tickets. Missing out on the most epic party of the century.... 😭
WHAT IS THAT LOOK EVEN MEANT TO BE.
Im 99% sure that Sashas script did not say “Maura looks at Jane as if she wants to rip her clothes off and take her in the doorway”
And yet she did it anyway.
She did... And honestly they should have been Endgame
All’s fair in love and poetry… New album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. Out April 19 🤍
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The new album, THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT, arrives April 19. Pre-order now. All’s fair in love and poetry… 🤍
Go to Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department.
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Well..... Um..... Hello again Tumblr....
Good news.... I'm still alive
actually supervillains with kid hero nemeses are hysterical bc if i was a billionaire and i found out the kid who was also my nemesis was a preteen orphan i would simply adopt them. oh you’re going to stop my nefarious schemes? how when you’re grounded. go to your room
the trick is be a good parent so they don’t wanna fight you. son if you topple my criminal empire how will i pay for your college? reverse batmanning
Weaponized guilt. Son you’re out on a school night? When you have that big science test tomorrow? I thought you’d be studying…getti g some rest…no I’m not mad I’m just. Well a little disappointed I guess. What do you mean this wouldn’t be happening if I’d stop robbing banks their insurance covers it son money isn’t real
Who’s this guy is he your “sidekick”? That’s so cute when are you having him over for dinner. I’m not teasing I think it’s sweet I’m glad you’re making friends. Side note how durable is he I’m about to throw a car at you
You were alive in 2006? How old are you??
If you were born post 2006 you shouldn’t be following me I’m dead serious
This is what I see when someone says they were born in two-thousand-anything...
Meanwhile, at the Olympics, biathlon champion Clarke Griffin shooting her bisexual unicorn rifle.
I need a 10k fic of bi-athlete (😏) Clarke Griffin flirting shamelessly with stoic snowboarder Lexa Woods. Who’s gonna take one for the team and write this? Please and thank you in advance.
I want fics, moodboards, manips… anything I can get my grabby hand on!
#yeSS #it’s lexa’s third olympics #her first time was when she was 16 snowboarding for the us #she won gold her first time but had a disappointing run her second olympics #so this time she’s come with a serious game face #clarke’s on her second (typed it as sexond at first) olympic run #last time she was eliminated rather early #so this year she decided to relax and try to have fun #last time she was so anxious and under pressure that #she let it all get to her #she noticed lexa at the village but didn’t stay long enough to even approach her #clarke x lexa (via @the-villageidiot )
Tell 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 MOAR 👏🏻
yES GIVE IT TO ME??!??! Who’s gonna do me a solid and write this lord knows i don’t need to take on something new but lord also knows i need this in my liFE
let’s add a little something, shall we 🤗
It got better.
Bless this fandom.
Clarke is having fun alright 😜
I’m waiting for the inevitable fic like:
Seriously who’s gonna write this?
@femininenachos @bae-in-maine @syngularitysyn How about this?
Snow sprayed with a swoosh as the boarder slid to a controlled halt, body lean and coiled like a fine-tuned machine. A few stray flakes spattered Clarke’s cheeks and brow, but she ignored them, watching instead as the athlete pivoted to face the scoreboards. Helmet upturned, the woman waited, balancing effortlessly on the board, still and poised but for the rise and fall of her chest.
The results came, blinking bright on the signs above. Clarke squinted against the sun’s chilly, ice-fueled glare. Another flawless run. If she wasn’t careful, she’d have a gold medal at the end of this Games.
Of course, you wouldn’t know that from the competitors lack of reaction. Just a breath, slightly deeper than those previous - a sigh? of relief? of disappointment? - and she bent to unbuckle her feet. Always focused, always stoic. As though it were any training run and not one that just qualified her for the semi-finals. An emblazoned WOODS decorated the back of her uniform. Basic, utilitarian. Function over form. Much like its wearer.
Clarke edged a bit further along the perimeter rope, closer to where Woods began to undo the strap to her helmet.
“Do you ever get bored?”
Woods maintained her usual routine. The rasp of Velcro colored the air as she loosened her gloves.
“You know. Board?”
Nothing.
Clarke had yet to earn a smile. Or elicit any emotion whatsoever in her meager attempts at interaction. A glance on the first day was her only acknowledgement. But today she had backup.
“Cause, y’know, if you do… I’ve got guns.”
Clarke shouldered the rifle, balanced the neck against her bicep and hefted the butt in her hand, maneuvering so the blue and pink hued unicorn design shone clear and bright beneath the noonday sun. Impossible to miss. It was against regulation to have it out of its case when not actively practicing. But for this, she’d risk it.
There was a pause. A pause, and Clarke held her breath.
Woods turned her head, and Clarke wished she’d taken the helmet off so she could read the expression behind the tinted visor. As it was, she only saw tousled blonde hair and an eager smile reflected back at her. God, do I really look like that?
“Puns are the lowest form of humor.”
The muffled voice was higher than she expected, but she hardly had time to register that before Woods busied herself with the board. Her boots crunched into packed snow as she lifted the board vertical, rested an elbow on its edge. Another glance her way, and the helmet and visor came off. Loose tendrils of damp chestnut hair spilled to either side of a face surely meant for magazines rather than chaffy winter air. Of course, at this rate the woman could have both. Already had.
And those eyes. Withstanding the intensity of that gaze ought to be a sport all its own.
Keep it light. Diffuse.
“Shoot,” she said, cocking her weight onto one hip. “And I thought I was on to something.”
Was that… Her pulse quickened. Was that a lip twitch?
Green eyes took her in, flitted briefly to her decorative rifle.
“Is that thing real?”
That’s what she said. Dammit. God, get your mind out of the gutter.
“As real as they get.”
By now the gloves had come off, and Woods was as open and engaged as Clarke had seen her. Which was to say, still not much, but the interest was promising.
She stepped up to the rope until it pulled taut, offering a hand. “Clarke Griffin. Biathlete. Best of both worlds.”
A brief pause, where Woods studied her, before she too stepped forward and grasped Clarke’s hand. Her palm was warm and dry, slightly calloused. The shake firm without being overbearing. Here was a woman confident enough to have no need to flaunt it.
“Lexa Woods. Snowboarder.” Another pause, and Clarke expected that to be it. Ah, well. Worth a try.
But then those eyes… up close, the green turned almost sage in the reflective light of the snow. They became…inquisitive. “But I imagine that’s obvious,” she continued, gesturing to her outfit and the board at her side.
That was definitely a twitch of the lips. It sent a small thrill across her skin.
“Good run,” Clarke said, nudging her chin toward the scoreboard while letting her rifle slide to the ground. Damn thing was heavy, and if it hadn’t done its job by now, there was no point. “Care for a celebratory drink in the Village?”
Lexa blinked, and some emotion flitted through her eyes, too quickly for Clarke to discern. She glanced away, further down the slope.
Ah, damn, Clarke thought, disappointment drooping her shoulders. She’d read it wrong.
“I don’t know, Clarke.” The way her mouth cut the consonants of her name made Clarke swallow. Lexa met her gaze once more. “I thought by now you’d be out of ammo.”
It took her a beat, gazing unsure into sage green eyes. Was that a…? Lips tugged upwards in a subtle curl, and Clarke laughed. Full and hearty and loud, and Lexa’s answering smile - small yet warm - was enough to steal the rest of her breath.
In the ensuing silence, as she gazed at Lexa and Lexa gazed back, smiles yet to fade, the air turned almost shy without the armor of teasing and laughter. She got a glimpse of something she wasn’t expecting - something searching and soft, something she wanted to see again. But it felt too heavy for a moment out in the open, surrounded by spectators and the slush of packed snow in the harsh wake of competition. So she tucked it away for later, and turned her smile teasing once more.
“Oh, no. I’m very flexible.”
Lexa’s smile never completely faded, just dimmed into a softer glow, like turning down the flame of a lantern. She turned and began making her way down the slope. “We’ll see about that,” she called.
Cocky.
Clarke grinned.
Hot damn.
Now on AO3: Snow Your Go.
SKIN TO WIN. I immediately thought of SKIN TO WIN.
Lexa is a down hill skier, Clarke is the Bi-BiAthlete. They end up falling in love. Its one of my faves.
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Best shot you ever took? Uh, the one I didn’t take.
DAILYMARVELGIFS 5K CELEBRATION ↳ favorite character by member: @yelenafbelova
Stop making me like you. I’m sorry, I can’t help it.
im calling myself out on this one
Excuse me but it’s been one year since the most iconic scene ever in the history of television occured: Yes I’m talking about the moment when Lexa kom Trikru, Commander of the blood, uniter of the thirteen clans, dropped down on both knees to swear fealty to Clarke kom Skaikru. The moment when Heda vowed her unwavering support and protection to Clarke Griffin, a girl who crash landed from Earth straight into our hearts. The moment when said girl respectfully offered a helping hand to the fellow leader. The moment when titles fell away and two girls with too much responsibility, gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. THAT MOMENT.
Excuse me but it’s been 3 years since…
February 4, 2150
Excuse me but it’s been SIX years since…
What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?
.. i’m palestinian
same energy
there’s more
SIGH
here’s another one
IT GETS WORSE WITH EVERY ADDITION
how does this get even worse
I think about once in a while...
We have another one...
This is the internet now tho 😭💀
@lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime @marril96 @latent-thoughts @suometar
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Omg so many additions since I last saw this post! 😂😂😂
It's funny but incredibly telling how entitled/ignorant/insensitive some of these people are... idk if it's an education gap or purposeful ignorance.
The really bewildering thing to me is that I remember when you needed to get up and pull a dictionary off the shelf, or visit a library to look up the facts you needed. Now people have all kinds of information literally at their fingertips and they can’t be bothered to use it.
Oh dear gods, it's gotten worse
When you know politics but no facts
don’t take people too seriously on the internet
This hits different when combined with that "Americans don't learn other countries exist till they're in 5th Grade" post from the other day.
Demily recently got another one lads
Also, I love that, in the sign language one, it seems like the last image might've been a gif of "fuck you," screenshot at the perfect time to let you know they were about to sign "fuck you"
How are people THIS uncultured?!