This is what happens when basic cosplay is attempted. #enchantress #suicidesquad
What do you guys think of my waterbottle
teal and orange truly is the greatest color combo in the world. like name one better combo
She hadn’t seen it before, but he looks a wreck. Deep bags under his eyes, greasy, unkempt hair that’s falling out of his hat. There’s still flour and some egg remnants splattered on his face and clothes that he’s hastily trying to wipe off, but Kristin couldn’t care less about any of that. All she cares about is the way his eyes sparkle like sapphires when he looks at her, and that sudden energy courses through his body as he runs down the steps toward her.
“It’s Kristin!” he blurts, looking back at Niki, and then again to Kristin, blinking again and again like her very presence is incomprehensible. His voice is shaking too much to say anything more, his whole body trembling from far more than the cold as he draws nearer to her.
For the first time in so many years, Kristin doesn’t know what to do with herself. The mortal world is bright and overwhelming, and Phil is but one beautiful piece in all of it. She keeps an arm on a snow-covered spruce chair to steady herself, allowing him to take that final step towards her only because she doesn’t trust herself not to get horribly distracted if she reaches him first. “Hi,” Kristin says finally, feeling nearly as breathless as he looks.
the syndicate lore finale, but from c!kristin’s point of view, including all she did to get to phil.
reblog please thanks beloveds
plot twist: the introverted character who doesn’t like big social gatherings or speaking in front of people is still an introvert by the end of the story because introversion is not a character flaw and it doesn’t need to be overcome
ANNA KARENINA (2012) | costume design by JACQUELINE DURRAN
So. I’m in deep shit because Shutterstock has no cancel plan button. Let me explain. Long story short, tried a free trial and tried to cancel after the free month was over. I called, they helped me cancel my account.
And then I got charged. Again.
So I call again. I think it gets cancelled again.
And then I get charged again. And I call again, get it cancelled. Repeat.
Keep in mind, I’m a fucking college student. I don’t have much money to begin with. At all. My only money is for testosterone, groceries, and emergencies, and OCCASIONALLY one nice thing every like. 3 or 4 months.
So I email them, after continuously trying to get ahold of them for 8. Months.
And I get this.
Read that closer, folks.
They’re charging me for the months worth of trying to cancel, thinking it was fine, and then trying to cancel again, only to be lied to.
Don’t use this shit. I thought I was getting a free trials and then was gonna cancel, and instead I’ve had money charged every 3 months, and then told I have to pay 160 dollars for the shit I already paid for.
I know this ain’t yelp but like. Fuck this bullshit.
My stomach is growling so loudly and yet I still don't want to eat anything...
I hate being sick
I trip coming out of the club and my platforms are so tall and so goth that I reach terminal velocity before I hit the floor and am obliterated instantly on impact
"i'll remember the exact phrasing of the paragraph i just thought of for my fic when i get to my computer later, i don't need to write it down or put it in my notes app" this is the devil speaking