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Ireth. 24. Virgo. Dragon. Hufflepuff.

What you'll see most in my tumblr is Teen Wolf, Marvel & DC Comics, Supernatural, Pokemon, and animals (mostly corgis). But I am a multi-fandom blog, so there is much more! MY LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDS, OKAY.

There is also NSFW in abundance and I don't always use tags, rarely do in fact (I try to for major triggers though).

♥ MY BABIES ♥


twitter.com/irethsune:

    cocomotion:

isaia:

popcorn-hustler:

THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN

INTENSE ANGRY SOBBING

VIOLENTLY FANS SELF

    cocomotion:

    isaia:

    popcorn-hustler:

    THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN

    INTENSE ANGRY SOBBING

    VIOLENTLY FANS SELF

    (via gabzilla-z)

    — 13 hours ago with 1716 notes
    #yes  #john stewart will always be my green lantern 

    milleniumbeat:

    [Battlefield Commentary]

    Jeff Davis: Now, as a writer, some scene takes forever to write, and they just drag along, and you feel like death at your computer. This scene took me 15 minutes to write, and it came out to be one of my favorite scenes. For two reasons: Dylan’s performance in this scene is extraordinary, and this was actually picked up by our director Russel, and his direction of it was beautiful.

    […]

    Jeff: But this is one of our heavier episodes, and relying on Dylan O’Brien in this first scene is unusual for us, to bring the drama. But the amazing thing about him is he’s a really good dramatic actor.

    […]

    Jeff: One of the things I really like to do in scenes like this, especially as this scene is what I like to call “take a meeting scene,” you always want to build it around something visual. So I thought of the idea of he’s knotting the lacrosse stick and he’s constantly toying with that knot and the reason is he feels like his life is unraveling. So subconsciously you’re telling the viewer, this is what’s happening to him. He’s not just talking to us, he’s showing what he’s feeling by constantly pulling that knot tighter and tighter. Now the panic attacks go back to Stiles’ history with his mom dying. 

    […]

    Jeff: This kid has beautiful eyes, too. 

    (via dylanofuckme)

    — 13 hours ago with 1092 notes
    a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

    a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

    cloudwatchingangels:

    fionapondwilliams:

    prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

    Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

    it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

    Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

    Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

    Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

    A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

    “It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

    “I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

    Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

    “No, I won’t forget the pie.”

    I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

    (via drbrucefuckingbanner)

    — 16 hours ago with 47885 notes
    #i love everything 

    trickybastard:

    talking about The Maze Runner (x)

    (via simplystiles)

    — 16 hours ago with 3866 notes

    mallamun:

    gatisss:

    jesusfuck

    I don’t know where this is from, but…

    Between this and that Toyota commercial-

    Man, I hope genderfuckery of this highly attractive magnitude just INVADES popular media until privileged heteronormative cismen who unthinkingly dominate the world around them through objectification of women and shaming of homosexuality are forced to think.

    Forced to think because when they see an attractive ass in panties, they can no longer instinctively flap their dicks at it and say, “I’d own that” without having to think about gender or sexuality. Torn between their habit of reflexively objectifying women and gay-shaming themselves and others, they would have no choice but to open their eyes a little wider and actually think about the people they share the world with instead of living in a neverending reel of imagery that reinforces a narrow reality where they are king.

    (Source: eberles, via cute-stuff-bart)

    — 16 hours ago with 30393 notes

    faeiouck:

    shady-bacon:

    faeiouck:

    “all slytherins are evil”

    “all gryffindors are good guys”

    “ravenclaws are nothing but nerds”

    “hufflepuffs don’t do anything”

    image

    Name one evil Gryffindor. One.

    peTER PETTIGREW YOU LITTLE SHIT DO NOT QUESTION ME

    (Source: jourdonnais, via fantastigay)

    — 16 hours ago with 33256 notes

    Favorite Dylan O’Brien things

       ↳ His moles

    (Source: stereksgasm, via lonewolfed)

    — 16 hours ago with 3346 notes
    #this this this tHIS THIS THISSHFA  #THIS  #YES  #babies 
    ethan-lawson-wate:

elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

    ethan-lawson-wate:

    elkane:

    Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

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    (via pannsie)

    — 16 hours ago with 136498 notes

    Dylan O’Brien talks The Internship, The Maze Runner, Comic-Con, and more (x)

    (Source: faux-semblant, via lonewolfed)

    — 16 hours ago with 3993 notes

    invisiblechickens:

    read and hold a book however the fuck you want. crease it, bend it, flex it, crack the spine, fold the pages. reading is meant to be a joy, and you should be able to read the words. love the book and it will love you back. if some ass is giving you shit by telling you not to fold the book over when reading, hit them in the face with that book.

    (via pannsie)

    — 16 hours ago with 20856 notes
    #i do all the things listed 
    Google lets you search by animated GIF now

    gafftapeandplacemarkers:

    vikingstorytime:

    dontwriggleyourmaggot:

    ladymangoberry:

    urdchama:

    way-schway:

    rocketshipsuperstar:

    emmyrider:

    smilingrider:

    “1. Put your username in image search.
    2. Select “animated” under search tools.
    3. Post result.”
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    what

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    oh no

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    Aaaah AAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!! Yaya hold me, i’m dyin’, I’m dyin’!! XD 

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    Ahaha I remember this xD;;;

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    YES

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    oh my god

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    Perf

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    yes good uwu

    (Source: simonbobx)

    — 20 hours ago with 12886 notes