Dark haired, sometimes waif-like, brainy, smart ass + light brown or blonde haired, brave, stronger, not as intelligent=chemistry that seems to work for slashy fandoms everywhere!
10 HONEST THOUGHTS ON BEING LOVED BY A SKINNY BOY
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays…
GUYS I JUST REALIZED WHY PAPER BEATS ROCK OH MY GOD
PAPER SYMBOLIZES WORDS WHICH SYMBOLIZES BRAINS
AND ROCK SYMBOLIZES BRAWN.
BRAINS OVER BRAWN.
MIND OVER MATTER.
PAPER OVER ROCK.
You clever little shit.
- Math class: If A new photo set of Tom Hiddleston is released and gets rebloged 10 times a minuet how long will it take to reach 20,000 notes?
- English class : How to properly kill off a main character.
- Art class: Today we will learn how to make high quality gifs.
- History class: Your Biography of your favorite celebrity is due tomorrow, please attach multiple pictures.
- Science class: Today's test is open answer over what causes your feels.
- Debate class : Who is sexier Robert Downey Jr. or Chris Evans.
- Computer class: Today's lesson is how to properly type asdfghjl and ways to use it.
- Sex ED : smut, smut , Tom Hiddleston, smut,
- Band class : okay everyone this is how you download free music
- Clubs : Fandoms
The Xiying Rainbow Bridge
The Xiying Rainbow Bridge is an elevated pedestrian walkway located in Magong, Penghu County in Taiwan. The bridge is lined with a thin neon band that reflects a rainbow onto the water’s surface below at night. (via gaks)
So… Will you follow me to Asgard?
WAIT FOR MEEEEEEE
I knew it’d come to this before I reached the bottom of this post.
HEIMDALL OPEN THE BIFROST!
i love how tumblr is a bunch of really intellectual activists who understand politics, religion, sexuality, and literature better than most of the human population
but put an exceptionally attractive British man in front of them and everyone is reduced to
OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU FACE SIR
UNF UNF UNF UNF GET NAKED IN MY BED NOW
THE NOISE I MADE WAS NOT HUMAN
classes will be like: Reblogging 101, Photo Manipulation: Making Your OTP Possible, Shipping 103: Gay Shipping
Banana Yoshimoto, N.P.
I don’t normally ship real people, but when I do…
The same cannot be said for fluff.
my face when reading fluff:
me reading smut:
me reading fluff:
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me.
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all one day be there too!
so..i never hate on people for their ships and i think any type of ship is fine
there are some i just don’t understand