"I believe in music... the way some people believe in fairy-tales"

Szava. 22 Hungary
Feminist. Black sheep of the family. Shipper. Introvert. Giver of no fucks about who tops or bottoms. White, cis-female. Aware. Probably pansexual, but doesn't really care. Atheist. Unashamed.
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Editor of the Hungarian Hallyu HeadQuarters

I DON'T TAG SPOILERS

Fandoms:
Kpop // Jrock and Jpop // shitloads of music in general // LOTR, Silmarillion, The Hobbit // Supernatural // Star Trek // MARVEL and and sometimes DC // Shameless // Doctor Who // Torchwood // Manga/Anime // A Song of Fire and Ice // And pretty much everything else. Really.

 

day-hyeon:

SM artists are literally that rich white kid that everyone thinks has perfect everything and then you find out that their home life is nothing but shit

stuffinstuff:

awwww-cute:

This fawn and bobcat were found in an office together, cuddling under a desk after a forest fire

help

stuffinstuff:

awwww-cute:

This fawn and bobcat were found in an office together, cuddling under a desk after a forest fire

help

lavdear:

theuppitynegras:

crockercorp:

does anyone else have this other self they’ve created in their mind that is not really exactly you irl but is more like what you want to be and has a life that continues in your head with like weird continuing daydreams but they’re not perfect or anything and wow i forget where i was going with this

WAIT WHAT

(Source: tardismemes)

I had been describing this scenario to thunderboltsortofapenny and then ended up writing it.

warnings: character death. as far as i’m concerned grant ward deserves no redemption. unbetaed. it’s 1:25 am.

 

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a noble vegetable

emilyenrose:

Steve can cook. He learned young. A man should be able to fend for himself, Mrs Rogers said, and she wouldn’t be around forever. She never acted for a moment as if Steve wouldn’t outlive her, not even the winters when he was barely out of bed between fevers, when the neighbors gave her pitying…

never claimed to be a saint

emilyenrose:

Bucky knows. Steve knows Bucky knows.

Steve’s thought of touching him, of putting his hands all over him; back and arms and chest and stomach and strong thighs, or sliding a hand into Bucky’s thick hair to hold him still, or pinching his nipples and watching what his face does next, or wrapping…