I Hope Marvel Knows That Whenever Loki Really Does Die No One Will Believe Him. We’ll All Be Like “ha

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Nunca sequer gostei de refrigerante na vida, mas semana passada fui ao médico e ele proibiu terminantemente de beber. Saindo do consultório, me veio a vontade louca de tomar um gole e sentir aquele líquido gaseificado e aromatizado artificialmente passando pela minha garganta. No outro dia, nada mais já me importava na vida a não ser esse bendito fruto proibido. Eu só tinha olhos para o refrigerante. Só pensava no refrigerante. Acordava e ia dormir querendo refrigerante. Não por gostar, mas por saber que eu não posso. É mais ou menos assim com você.

Iolanda Valentim. (via insistivo)

Surprise!! 1989 (Taylor’s Version) is on its way to you 🔜! The 1989 album changed my life in countless ways, and it fills me with such excitement to announce that my version of it will be out October 27th. To be perfectly honest, this is my most FAVORITE re-record I’ve ever done because the 5 From The Vault tracks are so insane. I can’t believe they were ever left behind. But not for long! Pre order 1989 (Taylor’s Version) on my site 😎

http://taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion

i can change everything about me to fit in

We all know what Fionn was really thinking… Part 2

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November 12. Remember it. 

right person, wrong time (series masterlist)

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing: timing. but timing is a bitch" - robin scherbatsky

summary: just a series of fics based on finding the right person at the wrong time, set in their respective universes (msg me if u wanna be added to the taglist!)

1) the only person (javier pena)

2) space & time (poe dameron)

3) you were never mine (obi-wan kenobi)

4) just a lover (tasm! peter parker)

5) in the morning (bucky barnes)

6) what could have been (steve rogers)

7) the devil's got my number (matt murdock)

Running Orders

by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

They call us now, before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass-shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think, Do I know any Davids in Gaza? They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war-time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are. Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run.

Right Where You Left Me - Masterpost

Fic Masterpost | AO3 

Bumping into Poe Dameron after seven years of silence isn’t exactly on your wish list for your first ever frat party.

Nevertheless, there he is. With wounds still open from your childhood and emotions still high; what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, implied sexual content, mass angst, eventual smut.

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | More to come…

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For anyone who feels like they'll never have a chance...