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winchestersoldier:

"are you ever going to get over sebastian stan"

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sirona-gs:

………….WHY. I MEAN. WHY PUT THIS OUT THERE WITH NO WARNING. SEBASTIAN STAN WHAT ARE YOU.

(Source: bitchy-barnes)

Playing It Cool special clip x 

(Source: forassgard)

Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.

- note to self   (via solaces)

(Source: c0ntemplations)

FIC: Make Your Home in Me

samyazaz:

Title: Make Your Home in Me
Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire 
Rating: Explicit
Summary:  
Grantaire isn’t sure what he’s signing up for when he answers an ad looking for a partner on a homestead out West, but he doesn’t have many other options. When he takes a chance and goes to a town called Amity, he’s met by Enjolras, who’s willing to share a home with him and teach him the work of the farm, but his heart is closed, and they’re wed in name only. Amity is full of friends and outlaws alike, and Grantaire thinks this might finally be a place where he can belong, but it’s hard for it to feel like a home when his husband won’t touch him, and the outlaws are a threat that grows with every passing day. If he can’t help keep Amity safe, and convince Enjolras that loving him is worth the risk, he might lose the only home he’s ever really had.

defractum made some FABULOUS ART to go along with this fic, which you can get a preview of here, but make sure you check out the link to the fic, too, because her chapter break images are one of my very favorite things. :D

dsudis:

“they will not write about us because darling we’re not in love and we both know that poems ought to be about lovers or brothers not best friends halfway in the middle god, i’d never kiss you but our hands fit like puzzle pieces and your smile makes my heart sing and you cried when you said you love me voice thick with fear and awe and i knew then i could break you and that terrifies me because you deserve better but i would die for you when i was thirteen my bedroom window looked out on the big dipper every summer and it made me feel safe but if every star in that constellation went out i’d still have your hands smoothing a brush through my hair (your eyes shine brighter than those distant suns anyway) we are not the stuff of legends in this world where it’s only love if you fuck the stories people want to hear end in a kiss not a high five or a fistbump but if i’ve got you i don’t need to make history and while you do not kiss away my tears you let them seep into your shirt and to me, that is just as good”

not every beautiful thing has to be a love story (g.c.r.)

(Source: actual-teen-girl-cecil-baldwin)

(Source: ornamentedbeing)

littlefalls:

<3

littlefalls:

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Shakespeare Tragedies Renamed for the Modern tumblr Teen

my-tardis-sense-is-tingling:

Titus Andronicus: "Well That Escalated Quickly"
Romeo and Juliet: "Shut Up, You’re Like 12"
Julius Caesar: "I Came Out Here to Run the Roman Empire and I Am Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now"
Hamlet: "[AGGRESSIVELY PRETENDS TO GO INSANE AND IN THE PROCESS GOES ACTUALLY INSANE MAYBE]"
Othello: "Othello: Is my wife cheating on me?? Iago: Bitch, she might be."
King Lear: "Shows Up To Realization of Commonality with Humanity and Renouncement of Titles as Identity-Definers 15 Years Late With Starbucks"
Macbeth: "Did It For the Vine"
Antony and Cleopatra: "Much Rome. Very Egypt. Such Different. Wow."