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I can do anything with this hair.
Happy 51st (absolutely not true) birthday, Alexandra Elizabeth Kingston! March 11th, 1963 (fuck nope).
"We could go to America," he whispered, curled close to her in the dark. Alex sighed, fingers stroking along his forearm.
"We couldn’t leave your sister," she replied, fingers curling around his wrist. "And she won’t leave, not with the baby."
"We can’t stay here in Paris," Matt murmured into her hair, the arm around her waist tightening and drawing her closer to him. "The rebels are drawing strength again; they mean to attack within the week. I overheard them at the boulangerie this morning."
"We’ll be together, no matter what," Alex said softly, turning in his arms to face him, hands curling against his chest. She leaned forward, kissing him softly as her nose brushed his. "I’ll talk to Laura; if she wants to go, we’ll go."
"You know I’d run anywhere with you, Kingston," he replied quietly, tucking a few curls behind her ear, the ring on his finger catching the dim light of the candle on the bedside table. Alex smiled, tired eyes bright.
"And I with you darling," she said, thumb brushing his jawline. "Always."
Chubby Inuit mermaids with sleek seal tails
Sleek Japanese mermaids with orange and white koi bodies
Dark, scaly mermaids with enormous white eyes so that they can hunt at the bottom of the sea
Small mermaids with spiky, poisonous lionfish bodies
Mermaids with sharp teeth and shark tails that hunt sailors for fun
Mermaids that aren’t just skinny blonde pretty girls with fish tails
Are these okay?
[throws a chair] i just want that character to be happy
all i want is for twelve to say ‘come along pond’ next time he sees river and also a million dollars
i do not make films primarily for children.i make them for the child in all of us, whether he be six or sixty (Walt Disney)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: “What year did you say it was?”
“I didn’t. And it’s 1815.” She eyes him critically. “Are you a drunkard?”
“I don’t think so. Not right now, anyway.” He lifts his head and bestows her with a disarming grin.
A/N: Story title from Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy.
show me the stars.
fangirl challenge | [2/15] female characters - Lily Aldrin
Emily Browning, photographed by Tyler Shields
There’s nothing to fear but yourself.
The patriarchy told me that it is wrong of me to refuse a man when he demands my number and if he shows a spark of interest in me i am required to return his affections or I am a bitch.
(submitted by passthechloroform)