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If you see someone with any of these profile pictures, you already know not to mess with them but each for different reasons

The first one just evokes unspeakable chaotic energy

The second one’s just lookin for a fight and will destroy your ass with a comeback

The last one is just too pure for anyone to hurt. Everyone loves them. Be free

One thing they do share in common though is that they’re not mortal

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dutchster

alwayslaurinah

waits patiently for 2015 upload

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2015

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Happy new year 2016

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Happy new year 2017

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And now, we wait

littlemisslez

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catchymemes

thebindingbird

HORF

pixelsmasher

Oh my fucking ribs.

from-your-ashes

this is clearly a case of a dog being reincarnated in the wrong body

suitofhumour

nobody is really alone

The first day skips her mind completely. There’s dust in the buildings corridors but nobody wants to clean it because it’s somebody’s family. Mr. Lee bags his wife’s dust and stares at the residue blowing away with the breeze till she drags him in to get him warm. There’s no time to think and that gives her no time to grieve.

She’s not an aunt on the first day and May survives.

The second day she wakes up and her phone alerts that the deadline for Peter’s fees is a week away. She puts the phone down and her pillow gets sodden till noon.

Nobody cries openly. It’s like nobody truly believes and she understands that. There is no proof of loss even when everything is done and dusted. There is nothing to process when you can’t see the process.

She almost wishes for a dead body on the third night and throws up in the bathroom, leaving the shower on till the sense of wrong is numbed by the cold.

She’s lost people before. This should be easier to handle. She’s done it with Richard and Mary and Ben.

Peter’s shirt still stays balled up under her pillow and she decides to eat on the fourth day.

The oven is finicky and she’s trying to not throw the food to the ceiling in rage when the doorbell rings and -

May doesn’t move. She can’t, she can’t move if it’s - they’ve been informing the families if evidence is gathered and if they show her the bag or the clothes of her boy, her child then she can’t -

The bell rings again and she bites back the bile, swallows the smell of ash and emptiness till she can make herself move to the front door.

The door moves almost in slow motion for her, her hand shaking on the handle but then it opens and she almost breaks because it’s Ned.

“I can’t stay at home,” he says, too quiet and eyes dull but afraid in a way no kid’s should, “Dad didn’t come back and Uncle Jo’s trying but - I don’t know what I’m doing, May.”

She sees him and almost sees Peter by his side because that’s how it always was, wasn’t it? Two peas in a pod, always having each other’s back. Except, now it isn’t because Peter isn’t here to have Ned’s back and May can’t do that. Can’t let that part of her boy be changed; he deserves to have things safe when he comes back.

“Come on,” she says, pulling the door wider open and urging him in, “come on, I’m gonna get something to eat, come on. You stay here, okay? You’re safe. I got you.”

Ned crushes her hand as she gets him in but she won’t give up because she’s still Aunt May. She’ll just be that to one of the kids till the other comes back to her.

She’s sure somebody would be holding her Peter safe till she can.

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another virus is going around

i just got home and saw a message from a mutual i’ve never talked to, about a birthday gift. DONT CLICK ON THE LINK. i haven’t so i don’t know what it does, but i’ve heard it logs you out and sends you to a fake tumblr to take your information. it’s a hack. and it fucks up your computer/laptop/phone/device.

this is what the message looks like, and if you click the link, it sends it to every single one of your mutuals (or possibly ALL THE PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW YOU)

WHOEVER IS MAKING THESE VIRUSES, ARE MAKING NEW ONES THAT SEEM MORE REALISTIC. THEY ARENT USING CAPITALIZATION ANYMORE SO IT LOOKS MORE “REAL” BUT I SWEAR TO YOU ITS FALSE

PLEASE REBLOG THIS TO WARN YOUR FOLLOWERS, TO SAFE SAFE BECAUSE MORE ARE BEING MADE.

ask-firehoof

I fuckibg got this one too

madamqueenoffandoms

( please don’t click this be safe guys)

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Mmmfnfbbndbdnbudjbdhob sorry for spam

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I got this a day or two ago. The people sending them aren’t aware of it, so if you get one, let them know, so they can try and fix it.

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!!!!! Here it is

theuniversereplied

I got one. didn’t click because it seemed fishy af. Be careful guys

fuzzyduc

Just to let everyone know, I got this message today:

These spam bots are really trying hard to spread this virus around. Let people know you got this message so they can be safe and change their password and run an anti-virus.

Be safe!

otterronpas

SIGNAL BOOST THIS!

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Hey guys Ik this isn’t Arcana related but please be aware of this. I don’t want my followers to be put at risk.

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!!!!!

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Don’t click random links

unlikecharlie

Home is where the heart is

“You got a family?

"Yes, and I will see them when I leave here. And you, Stark?”

“No..”

“So you’re a man who has everything…and nothing.”

Once, Tony had been alone. He’d had no one to call family, nothing to call home. He’d had Rhodey, but he was always away on missions, busy with the military while Tony wasted his life going from event to event, drowning in booze, drugs and sexual partners. He’d had Pepper, but she was just his assistant, the brilliant woman whom he’d been in love with for a few years but he knew would never look at him twice with the kind of life he was living and the kind of man he had become.

He’d been ashamed when he admitted to Yinsen that he had no one waiting for him home, worrying about him, Tony, and not Tony Stark.

He hadn’t had a home in forever, not really. The Malibu house wasn’t a home by a long shot, neither were the legs of some slutty boy or the breasts of some pretty girl.

Now though? A cozy, decently big farm on the outskirts of rural USA was waiting for him to fill with furniture and animals, a recovering best friend was wandering the halls of the Compound, probably bored out of his mind being all alone in there and pissed at Tony for riding alone again, and a gorgeous, brilliant fiancee was most likely plotting his murder for leaving her behind with no way to communicate with him, again.

Tony had a lot waiting for him home, ten years later. And no way to get back.

Oxygen was slowly running out, he could feel it with every shallow breath he took. He tried not to move too much, to not exhaust himself, because he would breathe harder, consume more oxygen, and he needed to hold onto it as long as he could. When food first ran out, Tony’d expected to lose hope pretty quickly and give up but as his and Nebula’s doom kept approaching with fast, sure steps, his resolve only grew stronger, and his determination to get back home strengthened the fight coursing through his veins.

But no matter how much he wanted to fight, there really was nothing he could do to get himself and Neb out of the dire situation they were in. Tony had tried everything, from building something out of scraps found on the Benatar to even trying to create oxygen artificially. Everything failed.

The thought of Pepper comforted him though. Her red hair cascading in front of her face, framing his cheeks as she climbed on top of him and kissed him still tingled his skin. If he closed his eyes and concentrated enough he could still smell her perfume, her shampoo, feel the touch of her lips on his cheek, his nose, his eyes, his mouth. Her smile would be blinding, sweet and happy and proud, proud to be his fiancee, to stand by his side, to call him hers. And Tony? Tony would be struggling to keep all those feelings contained, to not burst into songs and yell at the world that Tony Stark was happy.

Because he was. Or had been. Until Strange came crashing down into his life, bringing death and destruction along with him. And then he lost Peter. Right there, in his arms. Tony probably still had the kid’s ashes on his hands, in his hair, in and on his clothes. Grief had nearly knocked Tony down the first few days on the Benatar with Nebula. Thank god he had her, honestly.

She’d knocked some sense into him and kept him upright until this day. Now he had her to thank for the hope that fluttered strong in his heart and pushed him to draw another shallow breath.

The message for Pepper wasn’t to say goodbye, at least not fully. When he got the helmet working, he knew he could use it to send a message to help Pepper track him down on Earth. But given the situation at hand, he feared she would be too late. So he crafted that message. To say goodbye. To say thank you. To say I love you. To say the words he never quite knew how to express and didn’t want to leave unsaid.

And now, on what was probably his death bed, his every thought was Pepper still. The only woman Tony had ever loved and would ever love. The reason he was still alive and the person he was fighting for.

His eyes had drifted close without him even realizing. The air was thinner, his lungs heavier and emptier by the second. Nebula’s hand in his had gone lax who knows how long ago, and when Tony tried to squeeze it in goodbye he found himself unable to do so. He was preparing to draw his last breath, Pepper’s face smiling down at him, when something touched his face, attached itself to his face more accurately.

The next time he breathed he was assaulted by oxygen, so much of it he choked. Tony recovered and drew another breath. Then another. And another and yet another. He opened his watery, drowsy eyes, and his heart stopped for a second before starting again faster than before. Pepper’s face, framed by the iron man helmet, was smiling down at him. Her freckles were like constellations and her eyes were galaxies.

“Ms. Potts,” Tony breathed, relieved, crying in happiness.

“Your rescue is here, Mr. Stark.”

Tony put his arms around Pepper’s metallic waist, pulled her down and kissed her. His oxygen mask clashed with her mouth, Pepper laughed (bells ringing in the summer), and he pulled it down before trying a second time. This time his lips found hers, found the plump, warm home they’d been seeking, and Tony could have happily died right then and there.

Pepper pulled away quickly though, too soon for Tony’s liking, then put the mask back in place.

“Don’t want you dying now, Tony. I didn’t make the trip all the way here to have you die because of me,” she laughed. Tony nodded, put out, but complied nevertheless.

Tony glanced at Nebula, who was still out cold, and worry took over his heart.

“Don’t worry, she’s okay. Friday says she needs more time to come to since she was deprived of oxygen for far longer than you.”

Tony sighed in relief. “How are we getting home though?”

“Oh, I brought a friend,” Pepper grinned and stepped aside. Carol Danvers was standing behind her, shit eating grin in place and Tony experienced whiplash.

“Carol?”

“Sup, Tones. Long time, no see.”

“But…how? When? What?”

“I’ll tell you later, after your fragile lungs are back on Earth,” Carol smiled. “Now, Pepper you take this sack of potatoes and I’ll take the gorgeous cyborg. Anything happens, I’ll be there in a second.”

She winked at Pepper then grabbed Nebula, put her in her arms and took off in a burst of flames.

“Well, that one’s new,” Tony remarked uselessly.

“Yeah,” Pepper smiled at him the way you smile at a child, patiently with love, then pulled him into her arms bridal style. A helmet engulfed his face, probably space-proof, then they were off, cruising through the vastness of space back home. As Tony clutched at Pepper’s armor and marveled at the deadly beauty of space, he couldn’t help but think back to Peter. He was going home. And he would devise a plan to take down the Mad Titan and get his boy back, even if it killed him.

Tony knew it wouldn’t though. Pepper would never let him die.

i-am-a-fish

hey you!!!!!!!

Keep reading

mindboogling

thank you fish, love you too

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if i had to spell grayson like a suburban white mom spelled names, it would be spelled greighsauhn

reblog with ur suburban white mom name

#khaayyscey

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tayelchapo

I’m reblogging this everyday.

vanquishedvaliant

If you’re like sleep spooning a centaur and they roll over in bed do you just die

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sleep on her back, then you’ll just roll off if she shifts

vanquishedvaliant

i dont follow

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vanquishedvaliant

okay but what if you had a special bed instead

nothing says commitment like buying a new mattress

mythicalwashrag

Centaur Comfort Mattress™: The Horse Hole Keeps Your Bones Safe

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I’m honestly so glad Tumblr discusses things like “How can I comfortably sleep with a centaur?” and “What kind of chairs would dragons have?”

seraphtonin

I can’t believe there are some people who hate salads like just?? Buy a romaine lettuce head and break it into bite-sized pieces?? Wash it?? Add dressing?? Bacon bits?? Boom?? Salad!!! It tastes good and was so easy to make and IT TASTES SO GOOD??? There are two types of people in the world, those who like salads and those who’ve never had a good salad before and I don’t fault you if you’re in the second group because sometimes people don’t get to have good salads until later in their lives but nothing beats just a giant hunk of lettuce with some dressing

analogueswords

The venn diagram of “good salads” and “salads that contain lettuce” are two completely separate circles.

janothar

And furthermore, bacon bits? Like, your described salad is one of the worst things ever. Now, some nice spinach and peppers, maybe some seasoned chicken…

if-i-am-not-for-me

Romaine lettuce, diced avocado, chickpeas, diced cucumber, diced red onion, shredded carrots, sweet corn, sunflower seed kernels, french vinaigrette.

That is the perfect salad.

blueeyeddl

Arugula with roasted corn, shaved Parmesan (in long strips) with lemon juice & olive oil is PEAK SALAD. Especially with grilled chicken on it. Yum.

if-i-am-not-for-me

Replace arugula with any other green and I’d be on board.

ghost-in-the-shul

My favorite non-lettuce salad (that I could eat literally every day): Cucumber, tomatoes, onions and peppers, diced up and tossed with pomegranate seeds/juice, lemon juice, and olive oil. Top with falafel and tahini. Lavash optional.

animatedamerican

Baby spinach, green leaf lettuce, cucumber, tomato, thin-sliced raw mushroom, shredded carrot, maybe a little shredded red cabbage, avocado, palm hearts, artichoke hearts, toasted pine nuts, lemon-garlic-herb-olive-oil dressing.

seananmcguire

Spring mix, fresh crab meat, pitted Bing cherries, candied walnuts, heirloom tomatoes, sliced strawberries, blue cheese crumbles, mushrooms.

shaelit

Baby spinach, grilled chicken, diced tomato, hard-boiled eggs, mushrooms, avocado, shredded mozzarella, Ranch or Cesar dressing.

divine-noire

Dear White People,

THIS is how you ally. THIS is how you use your privilege to help us. THIS is how you earn our respect. The White college students in Cape Town, South Africa knew the police would not shoot or harm them so they created a human shield to protect the Black protestors. I’m crying. I’m crying.