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buttonsnbobbin:

glameoweatsyourface:

souperball:

Then finish it, cuz i’m with you til the end of the line. 

That’s the most accurate Captain America cosplay I’ve ever seen.

oh my dog

buttonsnbobbin:

glameoweatsyourface:

souperball:

Then finish it, cuz i’m with you til the end of the line. 

That’s the most accurate Captain America cosplay I’ve ever seen.

oh my dog

August 2014
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halesfire:

season four caps → how about a little werewolf strength?

August 2014
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hellyeahscarleteen:

moderngirlblitz:

High Fives for Feminism!(revamped) by Midge Blitz
Coming very soon to the shop in all the glorious forms of stickers, prints, and pocket mirrors!

Feminism & high-fives: a winning combination.

hellyeahscarleteen:

moderngirlblitz:

High Fives for Feminism!(revamped) by Midge Blitz

Coming very soon to the shop in all the glorious forms of stickers, prints, and pocket mirrors!

Feminism & high-fives: a winning combination.

August 2014
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finduilasclln:

Sterek Police AU : 487 - Chapter 7
Previously: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Chapter 7
The fist hits him square in the eye, and the woman starts screaming again, and before Stiles knows it, Derek and he are on top of the suspect, his own knee digging - probably painfully - into the suspect’s back. The woman starts crying hysterically again, and Stiles is still blinking, squinting at the dull pain in his face as Derek snaps on the handcuffs and starts reading him his rights. The string of profanities and death threats that come out of the guy’s mouth are nothing new, and once Stiles sees that Derek has him handled, he gets up with an “oompf”, pressing his fingertips gently under his eye, where the punch landed.
Derek is pulling the guy up, roughly - Stiles can’t say he has any regrets - and turns towards Stiles, asking, “You okay?”
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finduilasclln:

Sterek Police AU : 487 - Chapter 7

Previously: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The fist hits him square in the eye, and the woman starts screaming again, and before Stiles knows it, Derek and he are on top of the suspect, his own knee digging - probably painfully - into the suspect’s back. The woman starts crying hysterically again, and Stiles is still blinking, squinting at the dull pain in his face as Derek snaps on the handcuffs and starts reading him his rights. The string of profanities and death threats that come out of the guy’s mouth are nothing new, and once Stiles sees that Derek has him handled, he gets up with an “oompf”, pressing his fingertips gently under his eye, where the punch landed.

Derek is pulling the guy up, roughly - Stiles can’t say he has any regrets - and turns towards Stiles, asking, “You okay?”

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  • me, about to get mauled to death by a wolf: puppy! who's a handsome puppy
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Anonymous asked

these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"

incogneeco:

whiteoppression:

famphic:

anthotny:

postracialcomments:

lmfaoooooooooooooo Yes!

Lmao!
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.

i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?

i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…

I’m not racist, blacks just need to stop complaining
Living in the past and white people blaming
I work hard, no handouts for every little fraction
If white privilege isn’t fair, then how is affirmative action?

August 2014
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ymlondon:

I love Jesse Williams so much!

ymlondon:

I love Jesse Williams so much!

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asapm0b:

0ce4n-g0d:

Ocean Safari | Images by John 'K'

y3

asapm0b:

0ce4n-g0d:

Ocean Safari | Images by John 'K'

y3

#whales   #animals   
August 2014
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queensansastark:

Do you ever make a graphic and you get at the point where you have to choose a font and think “if only there were some way to get an overview of all the fonts I have already installed”? Well you can. At wordmark.it you just type in any word you want, it then shows that word in every font you have installed on your computer.

queensansastark:

Do you ever make a graphic and you get at the point where you have to choose a font and think “if only there were some way to get an overview of all the fonts I have already installed”? Well you can. At wordmark.it you just type in any word you want, it then shows that word in every font you have installed on your computer.

#resources   #tools   #graphics   
August 2014
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hylianears:

notafuckingwizard:

Favourite Australian saying: “have a good one”. Have a good what? We’ll never tell. You’ll never know Australian secrets.

who’s gonna take the 82 hour trip down to no where land to tell these people half the english speaking world uses their apparently exclusive phrases

August 2014
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elisera:


Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue (September 2014)

[here, have some ranch owner!derek and cowboy!stiles.]
Derek’s stepping out onto the porch with their coffee cups just as Stiles exits the barn, a half-asleep looking Barney ambling after him, the horse’s head hanging low. It’s only September but the air has a bite to it already and a shiver works its way through Derek despite his sweater; five months in, and he’s still more used to California than Wyoming. Setting Stiles’ cup down on the porch railing, Derek shoves his free hand into his pocket and takes a sip from his own cup to warm up. 
"Morning," Stiles says, winding the reins around the railing twice before picking up his cup, and Derek grunts in acknowledgement, keeps his eyes away from Stiles. Watching Blue do his routine morning sniff around the outdoor buildings feels a lot safer right now than meeting Stiles’ eyes.
Twenty minutes ago he woke up still remembering Stiles’ touch, his body feeling sore and used in the best way. But he was alone, the other side of the bed already gone cold. When Stiles had kissed him last night, things had felt easy, the mess of feelings Derek’s carried or weeks finally smoothing out. But now he’s not so sure anymore. They didn’t really talk, didn’t make any promises, and Derek doesn’t know what’s going to happen now. If it was just a one time thing for Stiles. At least it looks like they’re both committed to following the routine they’ve carved out since Derek took over the ranch, and maybe that’s enough, for now. The ranch has been more of an hobby than a business for decades now, but there are still enough animals around that Derek would be fucked if Stiles decided to just give his notice and move on. Derek tries, but Stiles is the expert here. 
“I uh, I need to go check the fence back out on the west pasture, look in on the cows there, too,” Stiles says and Derek glances at him, catches Stiles running a hand through his hair. It looks like he skipped the comb again this morning, and Derek’s eyes catch on the hickey high on Stiles’ throat for a long second before he ducks his head.
“You packed lunch?” he asked. It’s over two hours to that part of the property by horse, and Stiles picked the perfect job for today if he wants some times away from Derek. 
“Yeah,” Stiles says and empties his cup in one go. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back before dinner, feed the horses.”
“Okay,” Derek says, watching Stiles’ hands as he sets the cup down and loosens the reins. Stiles goes to check the cinch before swinging himself onto the horse’s back with a practiced ease that Derek still lacks. When Derek got the news that Herbert, a cousin twice removed, had left him his ranch, Derek hadn’t expected it to come with quite so much emotional upheaval. But he hadn’t accounted for Stiles.
“And uh,” Stiles says, bracing a forearm on the saddle horn and leaning forwards, “maybe we could talk? When I get back?”
Derek studies him for a moment. “If you want to.”
“Alternatively, we could just go to bed again and I could show you,” Stiles says, grinning, and Derek’s stomach swoops, his mouth pulling down as he tries to keep his answering smile in. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I like you a hell of a lot. And, um, we’ve been living out here alone for all this time without killing each other, so I think we’ve got a chance at least at making this work.”
“That,” Derek says and clears his throat. “You just want to sleep in a warm bed when the snow comes.”
Stiles urges Barney closer to the porch, ducks down until he can brush his mouth over Derek’s. “You’re plenty hot, dude, but your cooking skills are more important to me.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Derek says, rolling his eyes. Stiles laughs and turns Barney towards the gate, nudges him into a trot.
“Tonight,” Stiles calls back over his shoulder, “talking, then making out with an option for more, deal?”
“Deal,” Derek says, and Stiles whistles for Blue a second later, the dog barking up a storm as he races after Stiles, and Derek cradles his cup in both hands, watches them go.

elisera:

Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue (September 2014)

[here, have some ranch owner!derek and cowboy!stiles.]

Derek’s stepping out onto the porch with their coffee cups just as Stiles exits the barn, a half-asleep looking Barney ambling after him, the horse’s head hanging low. It’s only September but the air has a bite to it already and a shiver works its way through Derek despite his sweater; five months in, and he’s still more used to California than Wyoming. Setting Stiles’ cup down on the porch railing, Derek shoves his free hand into his pocket and takes a sip from his own cup to warm up.

"Morning," Stiles says, winding the reins around the railing twice before picking up his cup, and Derek grunts in acknowledgement, keeps his eyes away from Stiles. Watching Blue do his routine morning sniff around the outdoor buildings feels a lot safer right now than meeting Stiles’ eyes.

Twenty minutes ago he woke up still remembering Stiles’ touch, his body feeling sore and used in the best way. But he was alone, the other side of the bed already gone cold. When Stiles had kissed him last night, things had felt easy, the mess of feelings Derek’s carried or weeks finally smoothing out. But now he’s not so sure anymore. They didn’t really talk, didn’t make any promises, and Derek doesn’t know what’s going to happen now. If it was just a one time thing for Stiles. At least it looks like they’re both committed to following the routine they’ve carved out since Derek took over the ranch, and maybe that’s enough, for now. The ranch has been more of an hobby than a business for decades now, but there are still enough animals around that Derek would be fucked if Stiles decided to just give his notice and move on. Derek tries, but Stiles is the expert here.

“I uh, I need to go check the fence back out on the west pasture, look in on the cows there, too,” Stiles says and Derek glances at him, catches Stiles running a hand through his hair. It looks like he skipped the comb again this morning, and Derek’s eyes catch on the hickey high on Stiles’ throat for a long second before he ducks his head.

“You packed lunch?” he asked. It’s over two hours to that part of the property by horse, and Stiles picked the perfect job for today if he wants some times away from Derek.

“Yeah,” Stiles says and empties his cup in one go. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back before dinner, feed the horses.”

“Okay,” Derek says, watching Stiles’ hands as he sets the cup down and loosens the reins. Stiles goes to check the cinch before swinging himself onto the horse’s back with a practiced ease that Derek still lacks. When Derek got the news that Herbert, a cousin twice removed, had left him his ranch, Derek hadn’t expected it to come with quite so much emotional upheaval. But he hadn’t accounted for Stiles.

“And uh,” Stiles says, bracing a forearm on the saddle horn and leaning forwards, “maybe we could talk? When I get back?”

Derek studies him for a moment. “If you want to.”

“Alternatively, we could just go to bed again and I could show you,” Stiles says, grinning, and Derek’s stomach swoops, his mouth pulling down as he tries to keep his answering smile in. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I like you a hell of a lot. And, um, we’ve been living out here alone for all this time without killing each other, so I think we’ve got a chance at least at making this work.”

“That,” Derek says and clears his throat. “You just want to sleep in a warm bed when the snow comes.”

Stiles urges Barney closer to the porch, ducks down until he can brush his mouth over Derek’s. “You’re plenty hot, dude, but your cooking skills are more important to me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Derek says, rolling his eyes. Stiles laughs and turns Barney towards the gate, nudges him into a trot.

“Tonight,” Stiles calls back over his shoulder, “talking, then making out with an option for more, deal?”

“Deal,” Derek says, and Stiles whistles for Blue a second later, the dog barking up a storm as he races after Stiles, and Derek cradles his cup in both hands, watches them go.

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Not something… Someone.

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ellliot:

gnostic-forest:

emkaymlp:

mj-the-scientist:

invaderxan:

Mars. In true colour.
Just so you know, a lot of images of Mars which you’ll see have been manipulated. A lot of them have boosted contrast and saturation. So if you’ve ever wondered – images like this one are what Mars actually looks like.

Why does this not have more notes?!?
YOU ARE LITERALLY LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A ROBOT ON ANOTHER FUCKING PLANET
If you don’t think that’s the tightest shit, you can get out of my face.

i wanted to reblog this so that everyone who sees it can realize just how amazing this is. you are looking at a photograph taken on an entirely different planet. an entire world that has been completely untouched by humanity until only recently. no human in the history of mankind has ever look at those rocks, the soil, the mountains, and the sky until now. and until we finally manage to set foot there for the very first time, no human has ever seen mars from this perspective with their own two eyes or feel the texture of the martian soil on the bottom of their boots. this was only possible by creating a robot, an actual robot, and shooting way out of the reaches of earth and with extremely careful calculations, have it safely land and deploy right where they want it. it’s a robot on another planet being controlled 225 million kilometers away, seeing and studying and sending information for us.
this is the sort of thing you would see in science fiction movies that are only a few decades old. what was only imagination and possibilities back then is now all in this photograph. im looking forward to see what happens in the coming decades

I’m so infatuated by this. 

225 million kilometers away and we got it on film that blows my mind

ellliot:

gnostic-forest:

emkaymlp:

mj-the-scientist:

invaderxan:

Mars. In true colour.

Just so you know, a lot of images of Mars which you’ll see have been manipulated. A lot of them have boosted contrast and saturation. So if you’ve ever wondered – images like this one are what Mars actually looks like.

Why does this not have more notes?!?

YOU ARE LITERALLY LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A ROBOT ON ANOTHER FUCKING PLANET

If you don’t think that’s the tightest shit, you can get out of my face.

i wanted to reblog this so that everyone who sees it can realize just how amazing this is. you are looking at a photograph taken on an entirely different planet. an entire world that has been completely untouched by humanity until only recently. no human in the history of mankind has ever look at those rocks, the soil, the mountains, and the sky until now. and until we finally manage to set foot there for the very first time, no human has ever seen mars from this perspective with their own two eyes or feel the texture of the martian soil on the bottom of their boots. this was only possible by creating a robot, an actual robot, and shooting way out of the reaches of earth and with extremely careful calculations, have it safely land and deploy right where they want it. it’s a robot on another planet being controlled 225 million kilometers away, seeing and studying and sending information for us.

this is the sort of thing you would see in science fiction movies that are only a few decades old. what was only imagination and possibilities back then is now all in this photograph. im looking forward to see what happens in the coming decades

I’m so infatuated by this. 

225 million kilometers away and we got it on film that blows my mind