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Doug Jones Appreciation Thread

as Amphibian Man in The Shape of Water

as the Pale Man in Pan’s Labyrinth

as Faun in Pan’s Labyrinth

as the Angel of Death in Hellboy II: The Golden Army 

as Billy Butcherson in Hocus Pocus

as one of the Gentlemen in Buffy the Vampire Slayer

as Edith’s Mother, Lady Sharpe in Crimson Peak

as Silver Surfer in Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer

as Saru in Star Trek: Discovery

as Abe Sapien in Hellboy

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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

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Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

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So I did a thing tonight! For a few months now my dad has mentioned putting the @rockies logo on his @ilkb.csprings boxing gloves! Decided to finally do it and surprise him while he is out of town. Enjoy, I certainly did! #ilovekickboxing #boxinggloves #rockies #rockiesbaseball #gloveart #art #artsy #artistsofinstagram #tagsfordays

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Gryffindors are bright mornings, leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers, unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts, the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love, clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks, winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off, the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom, the wind through your hair. They’re panting, pillow fights, feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch. 

Hufflepuffs are honey and flowers and the soft autumn sun. They’re knitted jumpers and scarves and soft tan boots. They’re fresh air and nature, the sound of birds singing. They’re rolling down a hill in the spring, grass stains on your knees, daisy chains in your hair. They’re waving at someone across a crowded room, bright smiles and laughter. They’re coming home after a long day and seeing your family. They’re playing fetch with your dog, your cat weaving between your feet. They’re fluffy socks and song birds and kraft notebooks with hand drawn patterns. They’re throw cushions on a bed, a tiny cottage surrounded by wilderness. They’re the ground beneath your feet, the air that you breathe. They’re the light you chase when you thought you’d never see the morning. 

Ravenclaws are leather bound books and overstocked libraries. They’re waking up at two am to google that thing that’s bugging you. They’re journals with half the words crossed out, scribbles and ink stains and missing pages. They’re stretching when you’ve been hunched over all day, rolling off the edge of a bed, burrowing in blankets. They’re torch light and held breaths and reverent whispers. They’re the entire night sky and everything beyond it; the embodiment of the universe. They’re desperate searches and hidden castles and ghost stories by firelight. They’re the mystery of a dark corridor, the force of a whirlwind. They’re the excitement of discovery, the rustle of crunched up paper. They’re the last whisper before you fall asleep. 

Slytherins are foggy hillsides and picturesque landscapes. They’re hand written love notes and subtle glances across a classroom. They’re black boots, long coats, buttons done up to the top. They’re tipping your head back to breathe the air, kicking up stones on a deserted path. They’re mirrored lakes, everything below the surface. They’re the confidence to get something right, the feel of magic in your fingertips. They’re holding your breath underwater, pretending to be a mermaid when you swim. They’re finding that one song that makes you want to create a storm. They’re the chill in the breeze, the force in the tide. They’re enchanted forests and lingering glances and long drives. They’re the lightning and the thunder and everything in between. 

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Is it bad that I can only write about you when I’m drunk?

William Babin (via wnq-writers)

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How the hell do girls find girlfriends

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BiPride!

BISEXUAL PRIDE

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BiWeek! BiPride!

Celebrating #BiWeek with charts on charts. (x)

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Accurate

The Kissing Style of Each Zodiac Sign

wnq-astrology:

Most of us feel that a kiss reveals one’s love style and passionate side. While some like the Taurus are deliberate and heartfelt kissers, there are others who love spontaneity and an overdose of romance. Find out what your style is below. 

Keep reading

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My favorite part!!

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So here’s to you, for making me whole again, but not because you came back. But for leaving me high and dry all over again. Here’s to you.

theslyth  (via wnq-writers)

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Someone: WHAT TEAM!?

Candela: VALOR!!!

Blanche: Mystic.

Spark: WILDCATS!!!!!!!!!!

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my aesthetic: a potted cactus on a skateboard, always moving, no one knows where it came from or where it’s going

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Here's To...

I want to give a shout out to the friends in your life. You know the ones. The people that fall out of your live. Then some odd years later you are able to just pick up, heal your wounds from the past. And be. You start to feel like your getting your life back. That even-though you know that friend caused you so much pain, you welcome them back with open arms! Finally thinking you are whole again. It seems easy, you know, like a dream of manufactured happiness. Like clockwork for days and days just talking and basking in past glory. For weeks and weeks you get to know each other again, and feel comfortable like the last half decade hasn't existed. I want to give a shout out to the night you took me out. Trying to make up for the past. How your mouth still feels the same and your hands feel like home. Going out of my way I tried to bring something back that was too far gone to be fixed. Here is a shout out to how leaving me for a second time doesn't hurt. I half expected it. At any moment you could just stop trying for me, and I swore i would be ok. Lucky for me I was right! So here's to the friends, lovers, that left your life only to come back into your life, just to leave again. Thank you for freeing me, for letting me know that I am better off alone than with you. So here's to you, for making me whole again, but not because you came back. But for leaving me high and dry all over again. Here's to you. -Cassie Anderson

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Stunning Macabre Porcelain China by Yvonne Angioletti

Inspired by steampunk fashion, designer Yvonne Angioletti incorporates vintage and high-quality porcelain with quirky hand-drawn illustrations. Adorned in typical Victorian fashion with gold trims, floral patterns and pastel colors, such as sky blue and pink, the adorable teacups and plates create a whimsical atmosphere.

Inspired by the macabre beauty of skulls, bugs, insects and floral patterns, Angioletti stamps the dainty sets with a contrasting image to create a beautiful showpiece. The paradox between sophistication and the grim creates intriguing and unique pieces.

Kiln-fired at temperatures between 1300 and 1600 degrees Fahrenheit, each manual drawing is bonded perfectly to permanently remain on the surface, regardless of use. You can find her entire collection in her Etsy shop.

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