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I’m guessing most Rosencrantz/Guildenstern slashfics revolve around them trying to figure out which name to scream in bed.
Things I would legitimately read, in list form:
- This.
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James Abbot McNeill Whistler, Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, 1874
(Source: todayiwasinspired, via neon-loneliness)
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(Source: forget-why, via liminalzone)
Once upon a time, there came a day, a day unlike any other… when Earth’s mightiest heroes found themselves united against a common threat… to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand… on that day, The Avengers were born.
(Source: bartonesque, via seekanewerworld)
“I understand that gravitational pull. North Korea pokes a hole in the fence, it gets your attention. As do whiny cabinet members, floods, and new employment figures. Pretty soon it’s the whole day. Problem is we’re running out of ‘em. 364 days. That’s how much time we have left. We have the ability to affect more change in a day at The White House than we’ll have in a lifetime once we walk out these doors. What do you wanna do with ‘em?”
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