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Jack of all trades, Master of none.

If you need me to tag certain things for your Tumblr blacklist, please message me and I will happily do so! :D

PS. Sometimes I reblog things that I do not 110% agree with, but are still worth reading and thinking about. Just so you know.

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Apr 19 '14
  • family: why won't you come with us?
  • me: there must always be a stark at winterfell
Apr 19 '14

corpsepose:

happy easter

(Source: gingerdeer)

Apr 19 '14
Apr 19 '14

cumber-kitty:

is-doitsu-an-instrument:

is-doitsu-an-instrument:

In France, they say “mdr” instead of “lol” and that roughly translates to “death by laughter” so basically instead of laughing really loudly like we do, the French laugh so hard that they die.

French slang is freaking metal.

DEATH BY OHONHONHON

#also sounds like murder

Apr 19 '14

davejade:

when you and your friend say the same witty comment in reply to someone else simultaniously 

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(Source: idkea)

Apr 19 '14

(Source: sizvideos)

Apr 19 '14

thepastryalchemist:

ed-ships-larry:

lousontiptoes:

raise your hand if you’ve ever been disgusted by your own fandom…

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if you don’t raise your hand, chances are you’re the one your fandom is disgusted with

Apr 19 '14

killedmycatatemytailor:

oopstheregoesmysoul:

ohsandor:

Welcome back, Jaime (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

you can see him realizing that almost his entire family is comprised of douchebags

Jaime’s character growth gives me life.

Apr 19 '14

professorfangirl:

Every character has a smell. They make a joke about it here, they call it: “Esparza… For Men." (x

WELL GODDAMN IT ESPARZA WHAT IS CHILTON’S COLOGNE???

Oh wait, here it is. “But wherever I go, there you are…my luck, my fate, my fortune.”

(Source: plutoandpersephone)

Apr 19 '14

"Then why not finish the arch? Take your case file with you, Clarice, I won’t need it anymore." He held it at arm’s length through the bars, his forefinger along the spine. She reached across the barrier and took it. For an instant the tip of her forefinger touched Dr. Lecter’s. The touch crackled in his eyes.
“Thank you, Clarice.”
“Thank you, Dr. Lecter.”
And that is how he remained in Starling’s mind. Caught in the instant when he did not mock.

(Source: kissthefuture)