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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
This pic got me thinking.
Everyone says Simon is the scary one. But Price? He is the one the enemy should truly be scared of. Angry, hurt, vengeful. He is an unstoppable force of fury, skill, and determination that can annihilate anything that gets in his way. If wronged, he is a man not to be denied. It would be smart to think twice before crossing him, less death is what you seek. Especially if soiled hands touch things he loves and claims as his own. For there is nothing he would not do for the things and for the people he loves. There is nothing he would not loose. Including himself.
If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck
Cat presents her newborns to her human mom
(Source)
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your tits”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from gandalf.
{Joel Hammond is such a DILF}
satisfied
han solo x reader
note: unrequited love at its finest. the song doesn’t match fully and i made some lyrical changes but i like this one, and it’s my first han solo fic! i’m praying i adapted his character well enough and if not, well, practice makes perfect
i know my sister like i know my own mind,
you’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind
“i know something is bothering you, so please, tell me what’s the matter?”
“there’s nothing wrong, leia.” the brunette crossed her arms in reply, sending you a knowing look, “you’re a terrible liar, you know that right?”
if i tell her that i love him,
she’d be silently resigned,
he’d be mine,
she’d say ‘i’m fine’
she’d be lying
“what’s happening in here?”
and there he was, the root of your problems. he just strolled in, completely unaware of the agony he was causing you.
damn that han solo.
he entered the room, approaching you and leia, throwing his arm over her shoulder. your heart ached at the sight. leia leaned her head against him, “well, i was could see she was upset about something, but she won’t say what.”
han glanced at you, brows furrowed, “what’s going on, doll?“ tears stung your eyes. why did he have to do this? why did he have to do such things to make your heart swell and break all at once.
“nothing.” you replied, your answer short and clipped. han removed his arm from around leia, and instead approached where you were seated. he kneeled down in front of you, “y’know you can talk to me, right? i know a lot has changed, but, it’s still me and you, sweetheart.”
too much had changed.
you had been in love with han solo for years. you don’t remember exactly what date or how long you had been traveling together at the time, but you remembered precisely when you felt it.
it was after a rather dangerous smuggling mission. you, han, and chewie had barely escaped with your lives. once away from the danger, he’d rushed out of the cockpit, and he found you on the floor, dressing a burn from a blaster.
he dropped to his knees, pulling you into the tightest hug. it was abrupt, completely unexpected. han’s only physical contact with you had been the causal arm around the shoulder.
never had he hugged you in this way.
“kriffing hell, you scared me out there.” he was now referring to you taking the hit from the blast, you’d jumped in front of a distracted han to save him.
“don’t ever pull something like that again, you understand?” you had nodded.
and it was at that moment, you knew. something had shifted, and suddenly your feelings were no longer platonic.
but when i fantasize at night
it’s those hazel eyes
as i romanticize what might’ve been if i hadn’t sized him up so quickly
at least my dear leia is his wife,
at least i keep his eyes in my life…
“you there, doll?”
you were pulled away from your thoughts. “fine,” you replied, “i’m fine, okay? i’m just tired, there’s a lot going on.” and without another word, you rose from your seat, pushing past the kneeling man, bidding leia goodbye.
you had to get away. you couldn’t be here anymore. and it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you weren’t going to blame leia and han for having feelings for one another.
you wanted to be happy for them, but until these feelings went away, you knew that you’d never be able to feel truly happy seeing them together.
you heard footsteps echoing throughout the corridor, “hey! wait up!” you sighed deeply, coming to a halt as han joined you.
“you’ve been acting strange for weeks, it isn’t like you.” you glanced up at him, running a hand through your hair, “i told you, i’m just-“
“come on, i know you. you’re grumpy when you’re tired, not distant.” you averted when contact, “han-“
“i miss you, okay? i miss your liveliness, your spirit, i want my best friend back.”
best friend.
“can’t we just, i don’t know, go out? take a joyride in the falcon? something?” you could see the pleading desperation in his eyes. and it hurt you knowing what you had to do.
“okay.”
“okay?”
“okay. we can take a joyride, but, can we save it for tomorrow? it’s late. and i really am tired.”
han nodded, a bright smile spreading across his face. oh how you loved that smile. “right, tomorrow. i’ll see you then.”
“have a goodnight, han.”
“goodnight! don’t forgot tomorrow!” you smiled softly in response as you watched his retreating figure before heading to your quarters, tears streaming down your face.
and i know,
you’ll be happy as his bride,
and i know,
you will never be satisfied,
i will never be satisfied…
han arrived at your quarters the next morning, only to find the room completely empty, as though you’d never lived there.
the only sign of your existence he could find was a single note set on the table with only two words:
“i’m sorry.”
Jonas Taylor… and Owen Grady….. would be the bestest of friends…………
“Yeah mate I mean I fought a few prehistoric sharks one time”
“Dude that’s sick I rode a motorcycle through a jungle with a pack of raptors to fight a biologically fucked T-Rex”
“Fuckin fossils causing all this trouble”
“I heard that brother”
Drew this for my ‘cuz, he absolutely loved it. Hope you have a great weekend folks!!
I be simping HARD for this man!! Can’t wait for the new episode of Sunday!!
(Art not mine full credit to Ducky draws art)
I’m surprised one of my teachers haven’t done this yet with all the stuff I manage to compare to the avengers in the classroom.
Trying to draw an eye for a character I’m making, what do you guys think??
Literally the best thing I have ever read before and it’s so true at the same time.
Villanelle:
Silently she ventures down the hall.
Fear clouding her mind.
Running from a never ending brawl.
Her will for life, slowly turning small.
Their fates are forever intertwined.
Silently she ventures down the hall.
Hope fills her as she answers the call.
Blackness clouds her vision as she goes blind.
Running from a never ending brawl.
Facing a new way of life, not knowing what shall call for her fall.
The words encase her, horrifically ill-defined.
Silently she ventures down the hall.
Trying so hard to recall,
How she got left behind.
Running from a never ending brawl.
Her thoughts slow to a crawl,
No longer aligned.
Silently she ventures down the hall.
Running from a never ending brawl.
by: DarkAngelForever333
Welp I’m a goner
I am so using this as a comeback now 😂🤣
Why Dr.Lecter say no more, when’s dinner starting? I’ll bring the wine.
Thor has got to stop leaving his hammer in the bathroom, really.
Got to love a good healthy conversation between the Avengers Leaders.