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Reblog with what you would tell your 13-year-old self in the tags.
Tell the truth
seriousley though, iâm so fucking tired of my own bullshit. iâve lost so many years to self destruction and god i really donât want to be in the same agonizing spot in a year. i have to get away from here, and not by suicide but from fighting this destructive void. itâs so so so scary but i just have to. i have to get my life back, no matter how hard it will be. this is literally about life and death
âWeâre all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isnât the answerâ
How to tell itâs getting bad again
Physical pains (sore jaw, old injuries acting up)
tired tired tired tired
Canât think/canât stop thinking
Sleeping too much/not enough
Early waking
Canât make eye contact
Picking or scratching at skin, nails, hair, etc
Forgetful
Sex repulsed or sex obsessed
Lonely in crowds
Unjustified assumptions (my friends all hate me)
Too much/too little food
Everything tastes bland?
Headcolds/the flu out of nowhere
Distancing yourself
Spending too much time in bed
Not showering/brushing teeth/brushing hair/taking care of your body
Not able to do laundry
Not turning in assignments
Forgetting about assignments
Zoning out
Defensive
Overly emotional/painfully numb

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The most majestic moose of them all
y'all are all for men rejecting traditional gender roles and holding hands with their friends and shit but that moment men actually DO that y'all call them gay and ship them together so donât try and say that ââsocietyââ is the only thing fucked up here
If I see one more of those kinds of things as âââ"evidenceââââ that a celebrity/youtuber/that-shy-boy-in-your-class isnât straight Iâm going to scream, because 1) please allow boys and men platonic affection this is the entire problem and 2) yeah maybe they are but if youâre right thatâs just called outing someone and isnât cool
Someone finally said it
are you telling me that if i want to have a chapter written, i have to sit down and write the damn thing?? wtf the fuck??? this is outraging
Sam: Did you tell anyone we slept together?
Dean: Yes, Sam, I have no self control and told everyone we know that we slept together.
Sam: Okay, no need for sarcasm.
Dean: No, but seriously, I have no self control and I told everyone we know that we slept together.
RETURN HOME JACK, YOU HAVE 3 DADS WHO ARE PROUD OF YOU

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I love KFC.
REBLOG FOR CASTIEL'S OLD TRENCH COAT
Someone needs to write a fiction based on this
found the next spiderman
i love that the next logical step for this guy goes âhmm, canât quite reach the next handholdâ to âflip upside downâ
WHAT
that guy ainât even wearing climbing shoes what the actual fuck
This is an Indian parkour master named Jyoti Raju.
He goes by the nickname âMonkey Kingâ, and performs acrobatic feats for any tourists visiting the ruins of the Chitradurga Fortress.Â
I live for the headcanon that somebody (Iâll leave you to decide who) cursed all of Harryâs classmates so theyâre in love with him for the day
And then he bumps into Draco and he thinks oh god this is going to be so weird
And Draco just acts like Draco, smirking and sneering âPotterâ
Harry is confused and tells a recovering (and embarrassed) Hermionie about it the next day
And Hermionie just stares at Harry, and then gets up and leaves.
Okay. I need to read this right fucking now.
Harry stumbled through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor Common Room and onto the staircase, eyes wide and chest heaving. He risked a glance behind him and felt relief flow through him when no one followed. He had managed to slip out without being seen. He hurried down the staircase, mind racing with hundreds of thoughts, each one overlapping the other before the former one could finish. He slipped past a group of First Year girls, who were all circled around a tall brunette. He caught snatches of their frantic conversation. The girls whispered,
âHeâs just the dreamiest.â
âI just simply have to ask him out!âÂ
He stumbled through a shortcut, wincing as he knocked over a vase to his right and backed out, bumping straight into someone. He felt his heart stop as he turned in dread, shoulders tensed. He met murky brown eyes and took a step back.
âHullo Harry!â Neville. Harry gave the boy a brief wave before attempting to slip away to the right. âHey, I was wondering, did you want to go to Hogsmeade-â
âSorry, Neville; canât!â Harry shouted as he slipped away, heart banging against his ribs as he tripped down another flight of stairs. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere was safe. Someone had cursed the entire school so they would be in love with Harry for an entire day. Classes had been cancelled due to the studentâs lack in concentration, and so far, Harry had been cornered by hundreds of students, both girls and boys. And it was only ten in the morning!
He trod up to the seventh floor, turning the corner and facing the wall opposite Barnabas the Barmy. He paced and felt relief flood through him as the door appeared before him. He pushed it open and took a step inside. The Room of Hidden things was as cluttered as ever but it comforted him to know that besides the hundreds of hidden objects lying around, he was the only one in here. Or so he thought.Â
He had only taken a few steps inside when he heard something clutter to the left. He spun, wand ready, forever on guard.Â
âConstant vigilance.â Moodyâs voice echoed in his head. A blond-haired boy stumbled out from behind a pile of tables and chairs and turned to meet Harryâs gaze. Fuck.Â
It was Draco Malfoy. Oh god this was going to be terrible. Harry felt his face begin to burn in anticipation for the compliments and adoration as the blond opened his mouth.Â
âPotter! What are you doing here?â Harry stopped short. He gaped, eyes wide as his wand dropped. What was going on? The whole of Hogwarts had been cursed. âHello, Scarhead? I know that Iâm fabulous, but are you really going to stand there gawking forever? Or do I need to hex you?â Harry blinked and took a step back. He heard Malfoy mutter,
âHonestly.âÂ
âM-Malfoy, whatâs going on? Everyone was-â Harry stuttered his words out, watching as the blondâs pale face began to grow a slight tint of pink.
âPotter, youâre atrocious!â The blond then turned, neck and ears red and walked out of the room without another comment, toppling a pile of books behind him for effect.
âBut-â Harry blinked as the door swung shut behind him.
âââ
âAnd then he just walked away, Hermione! I donât know how itâs possible!â Harry sat in the corner of the now significantly more peaceful common room later that night, seated in one of the warmest arm chairs across from Ron and Hermione. The curse had finally worn off, but the culprit had yet to be caught.
âCanât believe it.â Ron had muttered, ears as red as his hair when he had regained consciousness once again and realised that he had been crushing on his best mate.
âHarry,â Hermione started slowly, eyes a little glassy as she, too, was still recovering from the dayâs events. âNo one can evade a Verum Diligitis curse. It says right here-â She tapped a finger on a paragraph in the book she had perched on her lap, titled Love Potions and Curses, and How to Counter Them. âItâs impossible. There isnât even a known counter-curse.â
Harry shook his head and grimaced.Â
âBut Hermione, he didnât even say anything different! He just walked away!â Hermione heaved a deep sigh and shut her book.
âHarry, have you stopped to consider that maybe Malfoy actually fancies you? You saw how Ginny acted exactly the same that time Fred and George slipped her that love potion for you last year! Maybe heâs not acting different because he didnât feel any different to usual.â Harry heard Ron retch beside him and couldnât help but agree with the red headâs assertiveness.Â
âMioneâ, trust me. He doesnât fancy me. Heâs a git!â Hermione sighed, standing and wincing as Crookshanks gave an angry hiss and jumped off her lap.Â
âHarry, just think about it, okay? Maybe ask him how he feels?â Harry shook his head in arrogance.Â
âItâs not possible.â He heard Ron mutter besides him and Harry nodded in agreement. âMioneâ, I think maybe that curse messed up your thinking skills. Isnât there any other answer?â
Hermione scowled at Ron before slamming her book down on the table and turning towards the girlâs dormitories, climbing the staircase and leaving the two boys to wonder why she was so suddenly angry.
âMust be the curse.â Ron concluded, before standing and going to join a chess game happening by the fire.Â
Harry stared at the page that the book had landed open on and grimaced.Â
Those who already posses feelings of attraction towards the victim of the potion or curse will fail to be controlled by said magical assault, and continue to act in the same way as they did prior to the application, therefore proving the only known antidote to any attempt at forced love. Â
At the same moment, on the other side of the castle, in the dungeons, Pansy Parkinson was cackling with deranged laughter.

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Drama & hate in fandoms could be avoided if people took a few minutes to learn how to respect boundaries, started taking responsibility for their own online experience, and figured out how to stay in their lane.
*torn between producing fan content and original content*
*compromises and does Absolutely Nothing instead*