identitypollution:

100 mother fuckers can’t tell him nothin’. 
Mini zip-bag pre-orders here. identitypollution:

100 mother fuckers can’t tell him nothin’. 
Mini zip-bag pre-orders here.

identitypollution:

100 mother fuckers can’t tell him nothin’. 

Mini zip-bag pre-orders here.

aekashiraki:

tfw p5 protag is boyfriend material 

aekashiraki:

tfw p5 protag is boyfriend material 

(via junes-boy)

quietvillagers:

she really can’t get any cuter i mean really

(via magic--is--might)

dirtywheniwanttobe:

My favorite flower of all time.
dirtywheniwanttobe:

My favorite flower of all time.
dirtywheniwanttobe:

My favorite flower of all time.
dirtywheniwanttobe:

My favorite flower of all time.
dirtywheniwanttobe:

My favorite flower of all time.
dirtywheniwanttobe:

My favorite flower of all time.

gahraazel:

i could drink coffee right now and who would stop me. god, maybe, but perhaps NOT

celestia-ludenberq:

celestia-ludenberq:

lonk ness monster

i did not spend 10 minutes on this for one note

celestia-ludenberq:

celestia-ludenberq:

lonk ness monster

i did not spend 10 minutes on this for one note

(via jaqls)


the boy who lived

the boy who lived
wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



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wildandwild:



- Unfilmed scene, STXI

wildandwild:



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nanaea:

LOOK. 
LOOK AT THAT SMIRK.
LOOK AT THE LIFT OF HER EYEBROWS AS SHE GLANCES BACK AT HIM. THE GRIN BEFORE SHE FOCUSES ON WHERE SHE’S RUNNING TO, TO FIND WHERE TO SET HER TRAP.
Nat is running for her life - only not really - and enjoying every second of it.  There is no fear there.
She knows this game.
She knows whom she is playing with.
And now that she knows he doesn’t remember that she already knows all his moves, she can play him.  Like Happy, like Stark, like Luchkov.  Just like all men.
Do you think she’s pretty, Bucky?  Come into her web, said the spider to the fly.
nanaea:

LOOK. 
LOOK AT THAT SMIRK.
LOOK AT THE LIFT OF HER EYEBROWS AS SHE GLANCES BACK AT HIM. THE GRIN BEFORE SHE FOCUSES ON WHERE SHE’S RUNNING TO, TO FIND WHERE TO SET HER TRAP.
Nat is running for her life - only not really - and enjoying every second of it.  There is no fear there.
She knows this game.
She knows whom she is playing with.
And now that she knows he doesn’t remember that she already knows all his moves, she can play him.  Like Happy, like Stark, like Luchkov.  Just like all men.
Do you think she’s pretty, Bucky?  Come into her web, said the spider to the fly.

nanaea:

LOOK. 

LOOK AT THAT SMIRK.

LOOK AT THE LIFT OF HER EYEBROWS AS SHE GLANCES BACK AT HIM. THE GRIN BEFORE SHE FOCUSES ON WHERE SHE’S RUNNING TO, TO FIND WHERE TO SET HER TRAP.

Nat is running for her life - only not really - and enjoying every second of it.  There is no fear there.

She knows this game.

She knows whom she is playing with.

And now that she knows he doesn’t remember that she already knows all his moves, she can play him.  Like Happy, like Stark, like Luchkov.  Just like all men.

Do you think she’s pretty, Bucky?  Come into her web, said the spider to the fly.

(via starrypawz)