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Bitch, don’t try me. I am Rihanna.


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junjouchara:

ask-a-real-life-marco-bodt:

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【進撃】アニマル兵団 by yuga

I love how everyone has one spirit animal but Erwin has the fuckin wardrobe to Narnia.

nah man that’s a chimera, it’s to show that he’s turned into a monster

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"Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him."
—Unknown (via obsessiveobsessions)r (via livelifetipsy)

d1rectionfics:

today in nursing we learned about the irish culture and apparently in times of high distress and emergencies, men often shut down and become very stoic and all i could think of was 

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roseisreturning:

mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths


Loki Imagine: Insecurities

I stared at the full body mirror in my chamber. The glass mocking me each time I gazed into it, it tormented me. Turning the mirror around to face the wall, I trudged to my small bed. Tears began to well in my dull eyes threatening to spill. Why did my body have to be so fat? I know I’m not really big, just big enough to be ridiculed by every other servant in the palace. I came from Midgard, Earth, and ever since I have been bullied by every servant I work with. The tears finally run down my face, wetting the sheets in droplets. I cry harder and harder, until I am unable to hear anything but my own sorrow. Another body sits on my bed, softly stroking my back to calm me. “Why do you weep mortal servant of Midgard? What troubles you so? ” I look up from my hands, towards the owner of the voice. “It’s a stupid reason really, why would a stranger care?” He looked at me with his green eyes, taking in my every feature. I suddenly remember who he is, but he speaks before I am able to say his name. “You think yourself fat, because of the other servants and your own foolish thoughts. I see no reason for your ridicule and poor judgement. I see beauty in every single one of your bumps and curves.” I smile at my king’s compliments, but it does not last long. “My Lord Loki, your compliments are sweet, but I do not find them to be true.” He frowned a little as I said this. “Come with me to the mirror, and tell me what you see.” I slowly rise out of my bed, dragging my feet to the mirror. Loki’s magic turned the mirror around and we both stood in front of it. “Tell me, what do you see?” I scanned over my traits. “I see a pudgy girl, dull and plain hair, boring eyes, too round of a face and thick thighs. ” Loki frowned and pursed his lips as I looked down to my feet. “You are so very wrong my love. I see a perfection in every single part of you. You are a queen my dear, my queen. Your hair shines with the power of the sun, and has the softness of a feater. I would run my fingers in it all night. Your eyes are bright, like a thousand diamonds. I could get lost in them for hours. Your waist, perfect for wrapping my arms around you at all times, giving me something to grip on when I hold you. Your face is the ideal size for my hands to hold, I could kiss your face for hours on end. Your thighs, they are excellent to wrap around my waist for the most intimate of our moments. I see a queen, fit to rule beside me. A woman who could soften my heart, warm my soul. I see a woman beyond compare.” He wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulder as I blushed crimson. “Thank you so, so much Loki.” He focused on me through the mirror, confused by my words. “What ever for my darling? ” I turned in his arms, facing him, my hands around his neck. “For making me feel confident and beautiful again.” I smiled sweetly, my king returning the same smile. “Anything for my lovely queen. ” He leaned down to kiss my forehead as I put my head on his chest. “Let us go to my chamber to rest for a while. You seem tired.” He guided me to his room, the biggest bed I’ve ever seen is in the center. “Thank you Loki.” He smiled and stared to take off his shoes and overcoat, leaving him in a tunic and soft trousers. Loki laid me down on his bed, climbing in behind me. “You are welcome my sweet.” As I got comfortable, he put his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head in the crevice of my neck. I was drifting out of consciousness, the last thing I heard before I was in a peaceful sleep was Loki’s soothing voice, whispering to me. “You are caring, sweet, considerate, everything I could ask for in a queen. I hope can love the monster I am, soothe me, soften my heart. I love you my queen, goodnight and have sweet dreams. ”


"Racism isn’t born, folks. It’s taught. I have a 2-year-old son. Know what he hates? Naps. End of list."
—Dennis Leary, 1992  (via thegayyestone)

i-am-mishafuckingcollins:

I consider it a challenge before the whole human race

And I ain’t gonna lose.






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