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Sunny Pawar and Dev Patel onstage during the 74th Annual Golden Globe Awards at The Beverly Hilton Hotel on January 8, 2017 in Beverly Hills, California.

#save.

laufeyjardottir-deactivated2018

Remember when this cutie finally met the fans for the first time after his surgery and he literally couldn’t stop smiling?Because I do.

#OH MY GOD #oh my god!!!!!#OH YMHMFOGODDDDDD #$:!JSKSKGKS I LVOEEE UOUUUU #OH YMGMDODDDDD #light of my life #faceclaim. save.#PH YMGMFOFDNSKGKFKV IM SO HSPYPYP

rohie-deactivated20191102

go on anon and tell me at least 3 facts you’ve learned about me since following me

#ask games.

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bombcollar:

other people: i can’t RP villains :(( being mean is so hard omg :(

me:

#this is true for fiona #about.

gallagherista

#inspo.

aaronwarnar-deactivated20150722

“filipino mythology” does not exist; don't tag something when it does not even exist, how stupid are you?

[cracks knuckles] [drinks tea viciously]

well, one as rude as you might as well be as stupid, for “filipino mythology” does exist and people like you make me gag. Our stories might not be as well documented as the greeks or the romans or and god damn egyptians, but we have preserved them through oral traditions. We told them to our children before they sleep, we told them to young teens when they would need guidance, we told them throughout centuries and believe me: we are far from forgotten. so, you want some mythology, i’ll give you some god damn mythology:

— list of all our documented and known deities

— list of all of the creatures in their respective ethnic myths (yes we have more than one form of mythology and we take it into high regard when we talk about certain myths

— creation myths that i myself have heard many many times from my grandparents (my grandfather mostly)

— most detailed account of the mythology in the philippines

— another great source for information about filipino mythology

— oh look, yet another detailed explanation of creatures in filipino mythology

— why, would you look at that, yet ANOTHER source of filipino folk tales

anyway, regardless of what you think. filipino mythology is as valid as any other mythology out there and i shall protect it at all costs. normally i would have just deleted such a message but how you had told me of how invalid my culture was, well that angered me. to completely tell me that, i myself was invalid, a statistic. you are no better than the spaniards that arrived at our coasts. oh how they erased out existence from history’s books. let me tell you this, i will not be silenced. i will not be stopped. i will not be merciful. you come back into my ask like this again, i will meet you with a fury that even the gods cannot contain

#resources.#bayan bayan bayan ko #queue got to be kidding me

fywinwin

161130 Airport: Incheon to Shenzhen © happy | do not edit. (1, 2)

itzmidzy

@artaehyung

#faceclaim.#w ow owww wow oww

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What is it like to die?

When Ron asks him, eyes not meeting, as the sun sets on the second day, Harry stops. He is thinking of crunching leaves and waving branches and vicious laughter and then silence. “It’s like a punch in the stomach,” he says.

When Hermione asks him, with a soft voice and her head on his shoulder, Harry frowns. His parents’ graves spring to mind: strong and proud under all that snow. “It’s like a burial,” he tells her.

When George asks him, with too many tears in his desperate eyes, Harry holds his breath. He is trying to remember how it feels to laugh. “It’s like waiting for the punchline,” he lies.

When Neville asks him, with a trembling voice and a nervous smile, Harry sniffs. He can smell wet grass and stale dirt and the sharp scrape of fresh blood and a little bit of fear. “It’s like tripping over your own feet,” he offers.

When Luna asks him, with an expression that suggests she already know the answer, Harry sighs. His head is starting to pound and his brain begins to buzz, bouncing around his skull. “It’s like waking up in reverse,” he shrugs.

When Ginny asks him, with sweaty twisted fingers and a dying fire in her voice, Harry has to press his hands against his face. He sees popping lights and remembers a lot of green, a lot of red, a lot of noise. “I don’t know,” he confesses.

When Fleur asks him, sharp pointed syllables after too many glasses of wine, Harry almost laughs. He feels something dripping at the corner of his mind, but doesn’t care to pursue it. “It’s like the pause between two songs on the radio,” he answers.

When a reporter asks him for the twentieth time, shuffled paper and an enchanted microphone in hand, Harry hexes her. He hears voices ringing in his ears, can imagine tomorrow’s headline. “None of your fucking business,” he chokes.

When Teddy asks him all those years later, with a creased photograph that shows a tall man in grey robes and a woman with bubblegum hair, Harry closes his eyes. He is back at the edge of the forest, staring at faded impressions of his family, wondering the same thing himself. His godfather’s words float through the air with a fragile sort of truth. “It’s quicker and easier than falling asleep,” he whispers.

#words.#jnfkladjsfjkajnfj

inkskinned

one time he and i were sitting in bed and i said “where do you feel stuff?” and he said “what do you mean” and i said, “here is anxiety” and pointed to my bottom left rib where the spiders start. he pointed to his throat. “it’s here for me.”

i keep anger in my breastbone, he holds it in his hands. i feel sadness on my shoulders, he feels it in his lungs.

we play this game until we come to love, and i realize that i am terrified (jugular vein) of what might come. what if it is not the same. what if he feels it somewhere else, what if it is just a flash fire, not the slow burn, what if it is congealing in one place instead of radiating, i try to change topics, flight response (sternum)

he takes my hands in his and puts them over his ribs and says, “everywhere, everywhere, like a sun is trying to escape me, like i am being consumed and you are filling up where used to be empty.” i say, “don’t be ridiculous humans are 99% empty space,” i nervous laugh (spiders down spine), he holds his gaze with me.

“everywhere,” he repeats.

#words.#inspo.#wanted.#fAaaAHahAaAHfhasd

sayidjarrahs

that ‘70s show characters ↳ jackie burkhart

#( &&. yubin ! )#inspo.

nobiscum-blog

would you please reblog this if you and/or your muse consider platonic sensual intimacy to be valid? if you believe in platonic kisses (even if it’s on the lips), platonic cuddling, sensual intimacy with no pressure to be sexual? – stuff like that?

#about.

neotechs

[170105] M Countdown - Good Thing ; Taeyong

yoonseokwrites-blog

@baeirens

#savshine #faceclaim.

nakamotens

first day of debut and already being extra

#faceclaim.#i lov eyou so much ur so DUMB what is htis

dainesanddaffodils

One of my favorite phrases my Creative Writing professor had for when you’re writing fantasy is ‘giving your story a Flux Capacitor’.

Because it’s not real, it doesn’t exist. But the way it’s thrown into Back to the Future, at no point does it throw the audience off or suspend any more disbelief than time travel would. You believe Doc when he says he created the Flux Capacitor - the thing that makes time travel possible, because the universe never questions him.

So it essentially means like, there are going to be elements to your universe that are just not gonna make any sense, even if you set up a whole system based on it. And the only way to make it work is completely own it. You cannot second-guess your system or else the reader will too. You can give it the strangest explanation, but write it like you own it.

words-writ-in-starlight

Either you’ve got to follow the rules of reality and physics and shit TO THE LETTER, or you have to say “naaaaaah” and fuck off with your magic/sci-fi/whatever to have a marvelous garden party where reality isn’t invited.