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Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
we done here too?
in-love-with-all-british-actors:
Omggg deadddd
YOU’RE NEARLY 50! YOU CAN PHYSICALLY BE THAT DAMN CUTE!
he’s seriously not normal
He’s 12% normal
every time I find a youtube video with comments disabled I wonder what kind of shit went down
I feel weird if I don’t use Neil Patrick Harris’ full name
and Joseph Gordon Levitt
and Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya de la Rosa Ramírez
She gripped at the fabric of his shirt, fully ready to just stay in his arms forever. There was a lot of time to make up for, time she wasn’t sure they could properly have here. Especially on the busy city street. “Come,” she said. “Let me take you home.”
It was a short drive (Sif had never learned how, so SHIELD had set someone up for her to use at her disposal), and Beyla immediately ran while tugging Eoin along. Sif had the home decorated to remind her as much of her heritage as possible. The girls had gone hunting, and some of their spoils had made it up onto the walls. In every room there were hidden carvings of Mjolnir. They weren’t always visible to the eye, but just knowing that they were there meant the world to Sif.
“We have much to discuss,” she said as she sat down on the couch, her hand grasping his so that he would join her.
Thor followed his wife as he should, hand clasped in hers with a vise grip. “My love..” his lips barely moved as he sat next to her, his hand moving from hers to around her waist, pulling her into his arms and on his lap. “My apologies.. but I crave closer contact than mere hands.” A heated pink flush washed over Thors neck, brushing his cheeks and shoulders.
How he had missed her so terribly. “Tell me of you.. of Beyla..” Thor shut his lips and listened, sharp blue eyes wide in both admiration and affection, hands resting on her thighs and bottom.
She chuckled, before curling into him as much as her body would allow. “She kicked often as she grew inside of me,” she told him. “Much the same way that her brother had. I told her stories of you. Of your triumphs, of your failures. Which were never truly as much failures as they were lessons for you to shape the man you are now. Of course, I believe that she thought them mere stories. She may still think them as such until we return to Asgard,” she said.
The thought of returning home, that was what made her heart pound in anticipation. She longed for Asgardian soil beneath her feet. The air in her lungs. Her sword in her hand once more. It held much more meaning to her, now. Something she had taken for granted prior to this life.
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You best be joking, for if you are not then you shall rue the day your parents copulated. I shall find you, and tear your throat from neck. I shall divorce your head from your shoulders, rip out your heart and feast upon it for supper.
