buttcramps:

simple tips to gain my friendship

  • have a dog
  • show me pictures of your dog
  • invite me over to pet your dog
  • be a dog
  • dog

dane-dehaan:

“Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.” - Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After
Natalie Dormer and Dane DeHaan playing equally murderous, rich twins. Inspired by this post.

(Source: witapepsi)

a witch is born out of the true hungers of her time.

(Source: teaparties)

asriels:

favourite narrative tropes: codependent aristocratic siblings

demiqas:

neg-mawon:

kumagawa:

bro my mans is dragging the frozen food section…

this is the best vine

what is this song please i need to know

wormwoodandhoney:

girls fighting evil: the girls who struggle with mental health

dedicated to my fellow sufferers of mental illness.

(they have depression or anxiety or ocd or adhd or bipolar disorder or did or more than one- a whole other mess of letters and words that describe the fact that their mind isn’t always a safe place. sometimes they can’t get out of bed, and sometimes they can’t go to bed and face the night. whatever they have, the demons come for them anyway. demons of flesh and bone, not just the ones who whisper in their minds. they are afraid, they are unsure. they still pick up whatever they can and fight.  they’ve fought demons all their lives. this is just the first time time they can bloody them in return.)

wormwoodandhoney:

girls fighting evil: the girls who struggle with mental health

dedicated to my fellow sufferers of mental illness.

(they have depression or anxiety or ocd or adhd or bipolar disorder or did or more than one- a whole other mess of letters and words that describe the fact that their mind isn’t always a safe place. sometimes they can’t get out of bed, and sometimes they can’t go to bed and face the night. whatever they have, the demons come for them anyway. demons of flesh and bone, not just the ones who whisper in their minds. they are afraid, they are unsure. they still pick up whatever they can and fight.  they’ve fought demons all their lives. this is just the first time time they can bloody them in return.)

facina-oris:

g i r l s ,g i r l s ,g i r l s

for the girls who have the sea imprinted on their hearts.

facina-oris:

g i r l s ,g i r l s ,g i r l s

for the girls who have the sea imprinted on their hearts.

thymoss:

female robbery ( femme fatale crime spree )

what was your motivation, then? journalists asked, eagerly leaning over trembling notepads, in the rare event they graciously granted an interview, more out of pity for the fascination they generated than anything else.
the women would glance at each other, eyes flickering a language faster than even the eagle-eyed writers can decode; and a few of them shrug.
because we wanted to, one of them answers, simply.
in the media, iconic images of them frame them strikingly - heels edged sharply, guns slung over poised shoulders, lots of visual cues that build them as easy to fear, dripping danger even from the still of a photograph. but in action, they blend in whenever they so wish, melting into the background to dispatch security officers before they stride languidly to the counters of the biggest banks in each state and unfurl fingers expectantly - reminiscent not of the crudeness of robbery, but of royalty awaiting tribute. 
they always get what they want.
(of course, what they don’t tell the journalists, is that the robberies? they’re just public relations - society did so love a god damned show, from its women, most of all. it was their bit of fun, because they’d set the necessary wheels in motion a long time ago - rearranged the complex financial networks that once siphoned money from bottom up, now tangled to pour it all back to the society to whom they truly belonged to in the first place.)
any last words?
they all smile simultaneously at that. one last thing - there’s no need to thank us.

christmas gifts : darkbloomed, femme fatale extraordinaire for whom the world rests, awaiting, at her feet

thymoss:

female robbery ( femme fatale crime spree )

what was your motivation, then? journalists asked, eagerly leaning over trembling notepads, in the rare event they graciously granted an interview, more out of pity for the fascination they generated than anything else.

the women would glance at each other, eyes flickering a language faster than even the eagle-eyed writers can decode; and a few of them shrug.

because we wanted to, one of them answers, simply.

in the media, iconic images of them frame them strikingly - heels edged sharply, guns slung over poised shoulders, lots of visual cues that build them as easy to fear, dripping danger even from the still of a photograph. but in action, they blend in whenever they so wish, melting into the background to dispatch security officers before they stride languidly to the counters of the biggest banks in each state and unfurl fingers expectantly - reminiscent not of the crudeness of robbery, but of royalty awaiting tribute.

they always get what they want.

(of course, what they don’t tell the journalists, is that the robberies? they’re just public relations - society did so love a god damned show, from its women, most of all. it was their bit of fun, because they’d set the necessary wheels in motion a long time ago - rearranged the complex financial networks that once siphoned money from bottom up, now tangled to pour it all back to the society to whom they truly belonged to in the first place.)

any last words?

they all smile simultaneously at that. one last thing - there’s no need to thank us.

christmas gifts darkbloomed, femme fatale extraordinaire for whom the world rests, awaiting, at her feet

msbecket:

story time | stars imperial infants of light and promise. members of an empire uncharted. 

msbecket:

story time | stars imperial infants of light and promise. members of an empire uncharted. 

veidts:

THIS IS HALLOWEEN > god couldn’t save the queen so she came back for b l o o d

(Source: earthseas)

caterinasforzas:

what to wear when…the moon tarot card (12, ק).
the moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius, and poetry…the moon signals great creativity, enhanced psychic powers, visions. the querent’s judgment may not be trustworthy, but they will have intuitive flashes that are remarkably accurate. this is the card of that scary, dreamy, secret otherworld where lies the most powerful and dark magic and artistic talents…the moon is the wild card of the major arcana. 

post 674 of an infinity-part series

caterinasforzas:

what to wear when…the moon tarot card (12, ק).

the moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius, and poetry…the moon signals great creativity, enhanced psychic powers, visions. the querent’s judgment may not be trustworthy, but they will have intuitive flashes that are remarkably accurate. this is the card of that scary, dreamy, secret otherworld where lies the most powerful and dark magic and artistic talents…the moon is the wild card of the major arcana.

post 674 of an infinity-part series

nudityandnecromancy:

picklerelish:


Watch out.

So that’s where they all are.

Of course they’re at an ice rink. All those flying fucks just need to chill.

nudityandnecromancy:

picklerelish:

Watch out.

So that’s where they all are.

Of course they’re at an ice rink. All those flying fucks just need to chill.

(Source: thewhatever)

vibiasabina:

queens, witches, and warriors → the holy knight

when she first heard the voice, it was in a dream as she lay asleep in a field of wheat. then the voice came in her waking hours, and it became louder, and more powerful, and more demanding, until she knew that she must take action. driven by the blinding passion of divine righteousness, the holy knight conquers in the name of her god, her blade blessed by sanctified water. she knows she will be forgiven for the blood she spills for she is fulfilling her god’s great plan, and for that she will be rewarded.

vibiasabina:

queens, witches, and warriors the holy knight

when she first heard the voice, it was in a dream as she lay asleep in a field of wheat. then the voice came in her waking hours, and it became louder, and more powerful, and more demanding, until she knew that she must take action. driven by the blinding passion of divine righteousness, the holy knight conquers in the name of her god, her blade blessed by sanctified water. she knows she will be forgiven for the blood she spills for she is fulfilling her god’s great plan, and for that she will be rewarded.

meladoodle:

jomply:

meladoodle:

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another incredible comedic piece by melanie meladoodle

just something ive been working on, thought id test it in the tumblr waters before taking it on stage. thanks for the support