to read deeply (obsessively, like a fan) into a work is inherently romantic
You've found the personal tumblr of Nagia (pronounced neijia, and yes, that Nagia). Full-length, proper fanfiction can be found at the fanfiction link; fragments and drabbles found under fragment. I don't tend to tag my reblogs etc, so you've been warned.
Aasif Mandvi interviews Fox Business commentator, Todd Wilemon.
"Why are you poor? Stop being poor. Be rich like me!" - Fox News commentators, GOP congressmen, and late night informercials on real estate flipping.
Do you ever start watching an episode on your laptop
and then randomly pause it
and next you know you’re on tumblr
and suddenly it’s taken you 2 hours to watch a 40 minute episode
Teen Wolf Cast birthdays and ages
WHAT THE FUCK
this messed me up
“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
Tumblr: the only site that can turn something so terrifying into something utterly adorable
I fell in love the way Stiles gets out of his car; slowly, then all at once. [x]
"Four things that do not happen in this town: nobody starts a land war in Asia, nobody talks about Fight Club, nobody puts baby in a corner, and nobody tells Officer Bark he needs a leash."
|Song: Hannibal Main Titles|
|Artist: Brian Reitzell|
|Played: 4,868 times.|
Hannibal main title music slowed down by 80%. If you didn’t think it could get creepier, you are wrong.
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
what i really want is new-gen hogwarts students
what i really want is angry SJ punks who make ‘recreational potions’ and print zines about non-human rights and wear patches that say “voldemort was a symptom of an uncured disease” and bring tazers to wandfights
#hp #this is everything i have ever wanted #public disobediance and flagrant mixing of muggle and wizarding technology #angry slogans and screaming demonstrations and reclaiming slurs #’my brother did not die for your comfort!’ screams dennis creevey#activists giving wands to willing house elves #petitioning for first muggleborn then nonhuman representation in government #in education #in the economy #marches for squib rights #demands that the system be torn down because it’s broken beyond repair #letters and yelling and detention and arrest and riots and unforgivables #and a little muggleborn girl who gets turned into a posterchild after her family is killed in a hate crime #and a centaur who breaks with centuries of tradition to demand his place in government #the centaur office gets a use once more #goblins who speak out about the racist history and their cultural erasure #dolores umbridge’s face on posters with the words ‘never forget’ and ‘this is what the establishment looks like’ in bold letters #i just want the revolution to happen #and it will be messy and ugly and terrible and beautiful and overdue and too soon and terrifying and necessary
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story