EndlessD here. I'm 26 and still love fangirling for my fandoms: Glee, Doctor Who, and anything related to Avatar: The Last Airbender. I'll occasionally write fanfics, but I put most of my effort into my original stories.

 

xtrafalgarx:

Brittana + being close while dancing

The amount of gay is overwhelming

(Source: heya-addicted)

Writing Resources

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spellcaster-queen-selene:

Remember that movie in which Jack Black was a teacher and building a rock band and when a little black chubby girl asked to be a singer he only said “sure! let me hear you” and the moment she started using her beautiful voice his lit up like all of his dreams came…

(Source: selene-the-dragon-princess)

pyralsnout:

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Pluto Tumblr Posts photoset

(You’re welcome)

OHANA MEANS FAMILY
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

natsudickneel:

this is the best out of context picture ever and you cannot convince me otherwise

natsudickneel:

this is the best out of context picture ever and you cannot convince me otherwise

aplacetolovedogs:

This two-year-old giant Tibetan Mastiff, named Simba, is tame and friendly with his little owner Weiwei and the two love playing together. This video shows sweet little Weiwei singing and cuddling with her very tolerant and gentle friend Simba!

Video credit: Facebook/Lin Zhihong

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betweenelsewherenevermore:

amuseoffyre:

wibbly-wobbly-midgardian-shit:

This makes me so sad

My headcanon for the MCU-verse is the Frigga always wanted more children, but they only ever had Thor. Frigga smiled and pretended all was well, but there was always a secret longing for a child who was more like her. As much as she loved Thor, he was very much his father’s son and the golden child. He had no patience for magic and tricks.

And then her husband comes back from war with this infant, a child who could be a hostage against the Jotun, who could one day be useful, an ally on the throne of Jotunheim. But Frigga doesn’t see that. She sees a frightened baby, and takes him from Odin, and cradles him as if he’s her own, and the baby’s cries soften.

"He is a Jotun. You cannot forget that," Odin said, over and over, but Frigga only smiled and said, "No. He is my son."

Sure, I didn’t need those feels