1. 15:21 22nd Sep 2014

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    Reblogged from rabbitinthewoods

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    abbydraws:

Akin to an eagle
inspired by the Kalinga (a Philippine tribe) cultural video posted up by pinoy-culture. (video)
how Kalinga women are tough, proud, and dance like a soaring eagle who looks down on earth.

    abbydraws:

    Akin to an eagle

    inspired by the Kalinga (a Philippine tribe) cultural video posted up by pinoy-culture. (video)

    how Kalinga women are tough, proud, and dance like a soaring eagle who looks down on earth.

     
  2. 15:15

    Notes: 2179

    Reblogged from agedbeaster

    vinnie-the-vagabond:

    everybody shush!

    okay, it is settled; I love the chosen one most

    (Source: green-circles)

     
  3. 15:11

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    Reblogged from phantomrose96

    tonystarks:

    when you don’t ship the fandom’s most popular ship and it’s fucking everywhere

    image

     
  4. 15:03

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    Reblogged from sadetakki

     
  5. 15:02

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    Reblogged from causeallidoisdance

    boo-tyluvr:

    "You’re impossibly fast. And strong. Your skin is… pale white, and ice cold. Your eyes change color… I know what you are."

    "Say it… out loud. Say it."

    "Danny Phantom."

     
  6. 15:00

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    Reblogged from pippinforthewin

    this-disgusting-ribbon:

    LOOKS LIKE MEAT’S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS" bellows the Orc to his Orc friends. Orcs know what menus are. Orcs know what restaurants are. are there bistros in Mordor? these are the questions i need answering

     
  7. 14:58

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    Reblogged from broadbeam

    wobbufetts:

    aidn:

    how the hell do i talk to people

    Stand in front of them and press A

     
  8. 14:41

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    Reblogged from ultrafacts

    ultrafacts:

Source If you want more facts, follow Ultrafacts

    ultrafacts:

    Source If you want more facts, follow Ultrafacts

     
  9. 14:25

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    Reblogged from ghostfiish

    Tags: eh it's not perfect but i like it

    Plays: 1,322,265

    philmyjacksgap:

    hnnnngoverphan:

    ok so i made a mashup 

    im sorry if this has already been done but everyone makes mashups with radioactive so pls dont kill me i actually made this myself thank

    MY JAW JUST DROPPED 

     
  10. 14:23

    Notes: 488

    Reblogged from spicyshimmy

    spicyshimmy:

succulentthighs:


I got a request for some Hawke and Isabela, I couldn’t help but oblige. 
“So… on a scale of one to getting punched in the boob how pissed are we talking about?”


THINGS ISABELA LEARNED IN HER MIDDLE AGE
Rigid boning jokes never get old.
Pirate queens do get old, but only every other Sunday—and even then, it’s just an excuse for footrubs. 
A skilled dagger, in the right hands, is so much better than a big sword in clumsy ones. 
Innuendo is in the eye of the beholder. 
Beauty isn’t. 
No one else ever knows you the way you know you. Not even the people you let at the heartstrings after they undo the strings on your corset. 
They’ll know you the way they mirror knows you. And the way calm waters know you. And the way gold knows you. Reflections, mostly. Even when you’re apart, they’ll reflect on you. And they’ll know you the way the wind knows you: a shape that pushes back against it when it blows, or travels wrapped in its arms wherever it goes.  
If you flirt with a Fereldan, you’re flirting with adventure.
But only if you’re weather enough to get past the smell of dog drool. 
You can regret a part of your life without regretting what came before it or what came after.
Mistakes are the middle. The heart itself. Your foolish, reckless, windswept center. Where the broken compass points. The home and hearth you choose, not the one you’re born into.
Besides, a mistake can be how you fall in love with your best friend. 
Also, it’s perfectly all right to have a wicked thing for freckles. 

    spicyshimmy:

    succulentthighs:

    I got a request for some Hawke and Isabela, I couldn’t help but oblige. 

    “So… on a scale of one to getting punched in the boob how pissed are we talking about?”

    THINGS ISABELA LEARNED IN HER MIDDLE AGE

    • Rigid boning jokes never get old.
    • Pirate queens do get old, but only every other Sunday—and even then, it’s just an excuse for footrubs. 
    • A skilled dagger, in the right hands, is so much better than a big sword in clumsy ones. 
    • Innuendo is in the eye of the beholder. 
    • Beauty isn’t. 
    • No one else ever knows you the way you know you. Not even the people you let at the heartstrings after they undo the strings on your corset. 
    • They’ll know you the way they mirror knows you. And the way calm waters know you. And the way gold knows you. Reflections, mostly. Even when you’re apart, they’ll reflect on you. And they’ll know you the way the wind knows you: a shape that pushes back against it when it blows, or travels wrapped in its arms wherever it goes.  
    • If you flirt with a Fereldan, you’re flirting with adventure.
    • But only if you’re weather enough to get past the smell of dog drool. 
    • You can regret a part of your life without regretting what came before it or what came after.
    • Mistakes are the middle. The heart itself. Your foolish, reckless, windswept center. Where the broken compass points. The home and hearth you choose, not the one you’re born into.
    • Besides, a mistake can be how you fall in love with your best friend. 
    • Also, it’s perfectly all right to have a wicked thing for freckles. 

    (Source: pheberoni)