Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything I can to give it to you.

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Arthur Rackham

"Arthur Rackham is widely regarded as one of the leading illustrators from the ‘Golden Age’ of British book illustration which encompassed the years from 1900 until the start of the First World War."

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An entire pack of Alphas went after McCall and he was the one left standing.

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oliver/felicity appreciation week | day two: funniest moments (insp.)

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Title: UnknownI Whip Hair Not Tragedies
Artist: UnknownWillow Smith vs. Panic! At the Disco
Album: Unknownzachsuxx/we-r-who-we-blow mashups
Played: 679535 times






I made a mashup of “Whip My Hair” and “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” …

oh mY GOD


This is getting close to 25,000 plays. holy shit, thanks y’all

How do you even realize this is on point?

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#music tag
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Simon Twelfth Disciple of the Undead Prophet, Hardcore “PDS” Rights Activist, Protector of the Undead, Jumping on my Tippy Toes because I’m too eager to kiss my New Boyfriend again Monroe (◡‿◡✿)

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Stop Asking Actors About Fanfiction 2k14

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Danny will be back







D A N N Y  W I L L  B E  B A C K

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favorite characters → roman godfrey (hemlock grove) 
     "I’m an ugly person… I have an ugliness that’s impossible to love."

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ARTWORK BY Brandon Liao
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And then there is a day when Derek wraps his fingers around Stiles’ neck and squeezes. Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest, happy and eager, thumping along with the waves of warmth radiating from Derek’s fingertips and seeping under Stiles’ skin.

"Will you keep me?" Trembling, wild sounds in sharp contrast with the fact that Derek is the one holding Stiles in place, making the boy’s spine arch just so as Derek presses his naked body flush against Stiles’.

It’s a feeling that, sometimes, still makes Stiles’ cheek turn a warm shade of red, makes his head spin when Derek pushes him against the bed and covers Stiles’ body with his. “You must be crazy.” He laughs. Trembles and laughs and swallows back tears, air burning in his lungs when Derek’s thumb travels up to his pulse, possessively pressing against it.

Maybe them both are, crazy and reckless and absolutely lost, living on borrowed time, watching the sun rise and set countless times, too many to keep count and yet- “Will you?” It’s almost a growl now, a harsh sound that claws its way out of Derek’s throat. “Stiles.”

When Derek’s teeth close around the tender spot at the base of his throat Stiles does nothing to stop him, melts instead under the slightly painful pressure as if that’s where he belongs. Pale and fragile and caged by Derek’s never ending power. "Yes," he breathes out, heart beating steadily. "Yes.”

He jumps, and knows that Derek will catch him as he falls.

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