pearl-nautilus:

<3 <3<3

pearl-nautilus:

<3 <3<3

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asker

Anonymous asked: Re: your "rule about naked people" -- How about people who take nude photos of themselves not be stupid and use storage devices that can be hacked, like cloud storage (or take any risks close to that)? Just HOW much personal responsibility does your generation need to shed before you get it through your thick skulls that it only costs $20 for a decent external hard drive these days? :|

fishingboatproceeds:

"The lock on your diary wasn’t very good, so it’s your fault I read your diary."

prokopetz:

If you ever catch yourself thinking that your fanfic premise is too stupid to actually write, remember: Thomas Harris, author of The Silence of the Lambs, recipient of multiple prestigious literary awards both American and international, and widely regarded as one of the finest suspense writers of his generation, once wrote a book about sexy teenage Hannibal Lecter killing Nazis with a katana.

The resulting film adaptation made eighty million dollars.

This is your standard for comparison. Now: is your idea really that stupid?

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  • me to all my friends: YOU CAN DO IT. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN LIFE. LET'S DO THIS TOGETHER. COME ON!!!
  • me to myself: you fucking piece of shit you will amount to nothing nothing is worth it your feelings are irrational go sleep for 22 hours

brood-of-froods:

i like to think that hogwarts has a really strong wi-fi signal, but like the stair cases, it keeps moving around. just muggleborns, chillin on their laptops all suddenly stand up together, dash madly to a different corner of the school, and sit down wordlessly like some kind of mind hive flock of pigeons while the purebloods are just so confused

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matildajones:

sterek » modern day sleeping beauty

Something else for Sterek Week! Sunday: Anything you want but here’s a modern day fairy tale :)

 As the night guard for the local museum, Stiles knows how eerie empty hallways can be. He’s been working there a few months now and he’s trailed through the exhibits many times, but by far his favourite room is the one with the Sleeping Beauty. That’s what all the kids call him, all the locals – and it’s them who get all the money from the tourists that flock in to see him.

 Stiles likes to sit in that room with the stubbled man not far from him. He thinks it must be something to do with how he’s the only other living thing in the museum. Alive, but asleep. Golden script rests above his head on a shining piece of paper, complete with a short poem about True Love’s Kiss.

 Stiles hates it. Everyone these days knows about magic or werewolves or the supernatural. Scott’s been bitten but he doesn’t like to advertise it even though the world’s tried to embrace different creatures and magic. It’s meant that security has become a whole lot tighter, protection spells and wards working together around the museum.

 But the man is clearly under a spell, suspended in what Stiles imagines is a thick veil, a gap between the not quite living and the not quite dead. Each day, people from around the country line up to see him. They pay their silver and gold coins and then they kiss him on his hand, or lips, or forehead. Stiles hates thinking about it because clearly, clearly this is still a person. His body is being used for money and everyone wants to be the one who wakes him.

 But sometimes it’s nice, listening to the sound of the man’s breathing. It makes him feel less alone. Stiles wishes everyone knew his name, and perhaps his curiosity was piqued long ago because between his hourly runs of the museum floors he finds the time to dig into the museum’s computer records. They’re confusing.

» 

 “Dude,” says Stiles, bleary eyed when Scott comes in the next morning. He’s one of the guides and he always has to arrive early to set up one of the children’s activities downstairs. It also helps that Kira comes at about this time too, taking over Stiles’ job. There’s always someone at the Sleeping Beauty exhibit. Always, and Stiles may have had a part to play in that.

 The amount of money the exhibit brings into the town and museum meant that he couldn’t get them to stop the kissing of an unconscious person, but he did manage to implement a system where no one could get too carried away. Sometimes he thinks people forget that this man is more than just a body.

 “You have that face,” Scott tells him.

 “What face?”

 “The face where you’ve done something not good and you’re going to drag me into it,” he says and Stiles scowls.

 He closes the book in his hands. “There was a spell on him, Scotty, but on the rest of us too.  I know it seems like this guy has been here since forever, but I looked on the computer records and whoever did the spell was lazy because they say he’s really only been here six months.”

 Scott scrunches his face in confusion. “Huh?”

 “This room used to have the bones of some dead person,” Stiles explains.

 “So?”

 “So!” Stiles says excitedly, jumping to his feet. “That means that there’s someone out there who might actually know him! If I can figure out who he is and where he’s from, there might be someone who is actually his true love. Then the spell can be broken and he can have his life back.”

 “And how are you going to do that?”

 Stiles bites his lip, shifting a little on his feet. “You know the display in the glass case?”

 Scott nods.

 “Those aren’t actually props. That shit belonged to him,” he gestures towards the sleeping man, whose chest is still rising and falling evenly.

 Scott’s eyes are wide. “You broke into it.”

 He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair and trying to act like it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like he’s going to lose his job or anything if someone finds out. He’s sure that other night guards poke their noses into displays all the time. Not.

 “I found his diary, or journal, or whatever,” he says quietly. “There are two of them. I’m going to read them and find his family, and they can point us to someone who can break the spell.”

 “Instead of strangers paying money to kiss him?”

 Stiles nods. “And I’ve found out his name.”

 “What?”

 “Derek.”

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sellyourselfshort:

hello-is-there-anybody-there:

lovelynobody00:


If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.
Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

MY COMPUTER SCREWED UP AND THE GIF STOPPED AND I GOT WORRIED

shh don’t shout the kittens trying to sleep 

This is one of the best gifs on Tumblr

sellyourselfshort:

hello-is-there-anybody-there:

lovelynobody00:

If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.

Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

MY COMPUTER SCREWED UP AND THE GIF STOPPED AND I GOT WORRIED

shh don’t shout the kittens trying to sleep 

This is one of the best gifs on Tumblr

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knok-knok-i-like-cock:

cuphaz:

when i was 14 my teacher made fun of my pimples in front of the whole class and my best friend was furious so whenever she saw the teacher she’s like “OH YOU GET NEW CRINKLES TODAY” “DID YOU LOSE WEIGHT COS APPARENTLY YOU DIDN’T” “HEY MA’AM IS THAT YOUR BUTT OR IS THAT YOUR BELLY THEY LOOK THE SAME” she got detention almost everyday even i told her to stop she still did it anyway if you dont know what golden friendship is this is

god fuckin bless

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awwww-cute:

My dog Thor is terrified of Thunder. His younger brother Gretzky is the only one that can console him

awwww-cute:

My dog Thor is terrified of Thunder. His younger brother Gretzky is the only one that can console him

bishopsbox:

source: bishopsbox
by/por: Óscar Chichoni (Argentinian / argentino)

bishopsbox:

source: bishopsbox

by/por: Óscar Chichoni (Argentinian / argentino)

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panatmansam:

kingxen: djferreira224: 

panatmansam:

kingxen: djferreira224: 

panatmansam:

maya47000: by William Lee

panatmansam:

maya47000: by William Lee

classics:

deadgirls:

naoppi:

sandysays:

merricat:seaofacorns:endofmarch:

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. i’ll always be with you.”  - A.A. Milne

classics:

deadgirls:

naoppi:

sandysays:

merricat:seaofacorns:endofmarch:

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. i’ll always be with you.”  - A.A. Milne