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"I wish I had some wine"
A common saying among my people (via bonbonnes)
— 2 days ago with 5 notes

juspeczyks:

Remember limewire

Remember sometimes getting the song you were actually looking for and sometimes getting an mp3 of bill clinton saying that he didn’t have sexual relations with that woman instead

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ihaveahutchersonproblem:

I have never reblogged anything faster in my life.

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— 3 days ago with 120884 notes

idomythingandyoudoyourthing:

drag0n-r0ad:

 

directorlazard:

rapeculturerealities:

fuckyeahifightlikeagirl:

sweetsugaryshock:

beben-eleben:

For future reference.

Thank you.

For those who would ever need it. -C

reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship

Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.

Wow this seemed like a lot of work until I got to that comment about women trying to get out of abusive relationships … well worth the work to stay safe! Very important!

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— 3 days ago with 348063 notes
steepyoursoul:

sunny-yogi:

Here is a mini yoga master list on yoga for curing anxiety and depression. I’m not a therapist but I know yoga can help alleviate anxiety and depression symptoms.  I hope this can help at least one person.  Whatever you may be going through, remember that it’s only temporary and things will get better soon.  Remember to be sunny☀
Yoga Videos
Yoga For the Winter Blues- Yoga For Depression
Stress Release Yoga | Mellow Out Anxiety
Yoga for Anxiety- Stress Management - Relief Flow (60 Min.)
Guided Meditation for Anxiety and Obsessive Thoughts
Move & Groove Vinyasa Flow Yoga W/ Music (25 minutes) 
Yoga For Stress, Anxiety, and Depression
Easy Stress Relief Yoga
Yoga to Make You Happy, Relaxing Beginners Routine for Stress & Depression
Emotional Detox Yoga Sequence
Yoga to Make you Happy
Yoga for Stress & Anxiety
YIN Yoga for Cramps, Anxiety, and Insomnia
Guided Meditations 
Chopra Guided Meditations
Fragrant Heart Guided Meditations for Healing
Meditation for Depression
Depression Lifting
Music to Relax To: Most of these are soothing sounds that can last up to 10 hours! Lay down and take a few deep breaths while listening to these soothing sounds.
Vital Energy
Soft Piano
3 Hours of Ocean, Flute, and Piano
Tibetan Healing Sounds
Relaxing Sounds with Water
Gentle River
Reiki Zen Meditation
Remember to smile :)

THIS IS IMPORTANT

steepyoursoul:

sunny-yogi:

Here is a mini yoga master list on yoga for curing anxiety and depression. I’m not a therapist but I know yoga can help alleviate anxiety and depression symptoms.  I hope this can help at least one person.  Whatever you may be going through, remember that it’s only temporary and things will get better soon.  Remember to be sunny

Yoga Videos

Guided Meditations 

Music to Relax To: Most of these are soothing sounds that can last up to 10 hours! Lay down and take a few deep breaths while listening to these soothing sounds.

Remember to smile :)

THIS IS IMPORTANT

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— 5 days ago with 6555 notes

photojojo:

There’s a heck of a lot more to Matthew Albanese’s photos than meets the eye.

Matthew uses intricately built dioramas to stage extraordinary landscape photos. See the rest of Matthew’s creations below!

Incredible Landscape Photos Created With Miniature Dioramas 

via Design Taxi

— 1 week ago with 1016 notes

queerly-it-is:

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In the criminal justice system, supernatually-based offenses are considered really, really weird. In Beacon Hills, California, the dedicated detectives who investigate all this bizarre shit are Sheriff Stilinski and Derek ‘The Nose’ Hale (that guy, you know, the lurky one whose family died in a fire? Yeah it’s totally him).

These are their stories.

DUN DUN

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— 1 week ago with 7274 notes
happysterekthoughts:


I hope you don’t mind that I ficced all over your art. O.O

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Derek?” Stiles yells, voice reaching the point where it starts to go pitchy. The tension is high and thick and buzzing in the air, accumulated from the past half hour of fighting with only their words for weapons. 
Which between them is much sharper than tooth or claw anyway. 
"There was something off about him,” Derek tells him resolutely, arms crossed firmly over his chest. He’s a bit louder than usual, but he’s nowhere near as animated in his anger as Stiles. Not that that’s a difficult feat. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Stiles lets out a wordless little screech, so frustrated that he’s having trouble forming actual syllables instead of angry, animal sounds. “Dude, I want you to apologize! He was the first fucking normal person I’ve met since I was sixteen years old! And you just—you pissed all over it!” 
"You want normal Stiles? The door is right fucking there," Derek replies, jaw clenched and hand gesturing to the loft’s exit. "No one is forcing you to be here. No one has ever forced you to be here.” 
Stiles goes still at the words. His whole body seems to relax, even the little tick in his jaw. He stares hard at Derek’s face, eyes flicking from left to right as he examines him. Picks him apart. Takes him in.
A humorless laugh falls from his slack mouth. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says finally, turning with a shake of his head and slamming the door behind him. 
Derek feels the fight leave his body in a rush, like a dam finally crumbling under the weight of rough and angry waters. He scrubs a hand down his face.
He hadn’t meant to ruin Stiles’ date. He’s just so…stupidly in love with the kid. And the jealousy went howling viciously through his veins and clouded his head like thick, hot smoke and he’d just—
The pitter-patter of gentle rain against his window suddenly becomes a roar as the sky cracks open and pours down on the city. 
And Stiles doesn’t have his Jeep with him. 
Derek follows the path the boy took out of the building, takes the steps two at a time to gain a little time, plunges into the cold rain like ripping off a band aid. A little ways in front of him, Stiles’ red over shirt, obscured a little by the downpour, is trudging forward. 
"Stiles!" Derek yells over water pelting the pavement with a sound like displaced static. "Stiles!"
"What?!" Stiles snaps, body whipping around to face him. "What do want Derek?!"
They’re standing so much closer than they had been, emotions crackling like electricity between them. “I don’t—”
"I can’t keep doing this,” Stiles cuts him off, motioning wildly to the space between them. 
"What’s ‘this’?" he asks, voice soft and even against Stiles’ rough and warbling. 
"This thing where I’m…completely in love with you and you refuse to let me move on!”
Derek’s caught a little breathless, eyes focusing on the slick pink of Stiles’s lips, on the droplets that pool in his philtrum, collecting in the bow of his upper lip. 
"You want to move on?" 
"Of course I do Derek! This unrequited thing is bullshit!”
"I love you too."
"It’s not cute! It hurts and it just keeps hurting no matter how m—"
But Derek drinks the rest of his words right out of Stiles’ mouth, lips colliding with his and arms snaking around his waist like he’s trying to meld them into one being. 
Stiles tries to finish his sentence at first, words muffled and unintelligible, before his body catches up with Derek’s. He pulls back just enough to get his arms up and around Derek’s neck, suddenly returning the kiss with hard ferocity. Devouring it. Swallowing it down. His body is cold and wet but Derek’s mouths is hot, and his hand is curled in the fabric at Derek’s shoulder, and the werewolf’s tongue is fucking Stiles’ mouth, and his hand comes up from the boys back to cradle the base of his skull, and it’s…it’s not perfect. 
But somehow it is. 
Between kisses, Stiles tells Derek, “I don’t want normal.”
And Derek replies, “I don’t want anybody but you.”

happysterekthoughts:

I hope you don’t mind that I ficced all over your art. O.O

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Derek?” Stiles yells, voice reaching the point where it starts to go pitchy. The tension is high and thick and buzzing in the air, accumulated from the past half hour of fighting with only their words for weapons. 

Which between them is much sharper than tooth or claw anyway. 

"There was something off about him,” Derek tells him resolutely, arms crossed firmly over his chest. He’s a bit louder than usual, but he’s nowhere near as animated in his anger as Stiles. Not that that’s a difficult feat. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Stiles lets out a wordless little screech, so frustrated that he’s having trouble forming actual syllables instead of angry, animal sounds. “Dude, I want you to apologize! He was the first fucking normal person I’ve met since I was sixteen years old! And you just—you pissed all over it!” 

"You want normal Stiles? The door is right fucking there," Derek replies, jaw clenched and hand gesturing to the loft’s exit. "No one is forcing you to be here. No one has ever forced you to be here.” 

Stiles goes still at the words. His whole body seems to relax, even the little tick in his jaw. He stares hard at Derek’s face, eyes flicking from left to right as he examines him. Picks him apart. Takes him in.

A humorless laugh falls from his slack mouth. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says finally, turning with a shake of his head and slamming the door behind him. 

Derek feels the fight leave his body in a rush, like a dam finally crumbling under the weight of rough and angry waters. He scrubs a hand down his face.

He hadn’t meant to ruin Stiles’ date. He’s just so…stupidly in love with the kid. And the jealousy went howling viciously through his veins and clouded his head like thick, hot smoke and he’d just—

The pitter-patter of gentle rain against his window suddenly becomes a roar as the sky cracks open and pours down on the city. 

And Stiles doesn’t have his Jeep with him. 

Derek follows the path the boy took out of the building, takes the steps two at a time to gain a little time, plunges into the cold rain like ripping off a band aid. A little ways in front of him, Stiles’ red over shirt, obscured a little by the downpour, is trudging forward. 

"Stiles!" Derek yells over water pelting the pavement with a sound like displaced static. "Stiles!"

"What?!" Stiles snaps, body whipping around to face him. "What do want Derek?!"

They’re standing so much closer than they had been, emotions crackling like electricity between them. “I don’t—”

"I can’t keep doing this,” Stiles cuts him off, motioning wildly to the space between them. 

"What’s ‘this’?" he asks, voice soft and even against Stiles’ rough and warbling. 

"This thing where I’m…completely in love with you and you refuse to let me move on!”

Derek’s caught a little breathless, eyes focusing on the slick pink of Stiles’s lips, on the droplets that pool in his philtrum, collecting in the bow of his upper lip. 

"You want to move on?" 

"Of course I do Derek! This unrequited thing is bullshit!”

"I love you too."

"It’s not cute! It hurts and it just keeps hurting no matter how m—"

But Derek drinks the rest of his words right out of Stiles’ mouth, lips colliding with his and arms snaking around his waist like he’s trying to meld them into one being. 

Stiles tries to finish his sentence at first, words muffled and unintelligible, before his body catches up with Derek’s. He pulls back just enough to get his arms up and around Derek’s neck, suddenly returning the kiss with hard ferocity. Devouring it. Swallowing it down. His body is cold and wet but Derek’s mouths is hot, and his hand is curled in the fabric at Derek’s shoulder, and the werewolf’s tongue is fucking Stiles’ mouth, and his hand comes up from the boys back to cradle the base of his skull, and it’s…it’s not perfect. 

But somehow it is. 

Between kisses, Stiles tells Derek, “I don’t want normal.”

And Derek replies, “I don’t want anybody but you.”

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— 1 week ago with 10891 notes

mylifeasqueenb:

girls all go to the bathroom together because that’s where we rap battle

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— 1 week ago with 163868 notes
iimbrogliio asked: WAIT DID THEY SERIOUSLY STEAL THAT? OMG. p.s. i'm finally getting caught up on teen wolf. just finished season 3 A.


Answer:

Ugh I know I was so pissed. I can’t trace it back to see where they originally took it but oh well.

Omg omg omg catch up quick because season 3b will ruin you and season 4 is getting crazy. I just watched the new one last night.

— 1 week ago
Oh hey look you stole my post again. Surprise.

Oh hey look you stole my post again. Surprise.

(Source: ador--able, via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

— 1 week ago with 122026 notes
#post stealing  #lame