anyone please ask your crush out like this









The thrilling answer

no they need to kiss out behind the school!!!!

oops my hand slipped

nexttttt pleaseee :D

Come on guys add on to this tumblr needs this to be a comic series

I was asked for doing this, so I did


I’m out of ideas! XD












ThAT’S IT!!!!






so yeah

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Poles are ‪Volleyball‬ World Champions! ‪TeamPoland‬ with second gold ever, first was exactly 40 years ago! (source:


Poles are ‪Volleyball‬ World Champions! ‪TeamPoland‬ with second gold ever, first was exactly 40 years ago! (source:

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Anonymous said: can you write a harry potter au? where stiles is a this cocky slytherin and derek is the grumpy hufflepuff who's crushing hard on him? I have a mighty need pleasee


Derek looks over the edge of the piece of parchment where he’s currently decoding a complicated bit of homework for Ancient Runes, and scowls. Stiles is in the Hufflepuff common room again, and there’s no way Derek can concentrate right now in what’s supposed to be a place of respite from unfairly attractive and cocky Slytherin fifth-years. Derek knows he’s Scott McCall’s best friend and the two are practically attached at the hip despite the House difference, but any minute now he’s going to start some sort of loud ruckus, or even if he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything Derek is going to be distracted anyways, just looking at him. 

A few of the other Hufflepuffs are already greeting Stiles warmly, who has been a regular fixture in their common room since his first year. From Derek’s corner on the best squashy armchair, he can hear a someone say, “Wow, Stiles! You smell great!” 

"Just a new cologne I’m trying out," Stiles says with a jaunty grin. 

Derek narrows his eyes at the number of students surrounding Stiles right now with dazed, happy expressions, sniffing dreamily. What in the world is going on? 

Stiles strolls casually up to Derek who then accidentally spills his inkwell. Cursing, he rights it up just as Stiles tries to pick it up as well, and their fingers brush. 

Derek snatches his fingers back from the warm contact, schooling his features into an angry expression, fighting the blush that threatens to creep up his cheeks. He’s a seventh year, he’s got NEWTS to study for, he doesn’t have time to crush on infuriating guys like—

"Sooo," Stiles says, after flicking his wand and cleaning up the spilled ink with a neat Evanesco! "What do you think?" 

Derek raises an eyebrow. “What do I think what?" he asks, not wanting to comment on how good Stiles looks, green and silver tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned to the collarbone. 

"My cologne! What does it smell like?" Stiles asks. 

What a weird question. Derek takes an indulging sniff anyways. He doesn’t get anything other than the normal Stiles scent (not that Derek is an expert or anything, he’s just a werewolf with keen observation and memory skills) of fresh parchment paper and roasted potatoes. It’s a nice smell, but Derek seriously doesn’t know what everyone else was reacting to because Stiles just smells like Stiles.

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Fan fiction with fluff: Read in the corner of your bed with all the lights off at midnight while you giggle and blush
Fan fiction with smut: Read in very public places or with family with a perfectly straight face
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well shit. voldemort is now trying to take over one of the districts in the hunger games. what is this?


well shit. voldemort is now trying to take over one of the districts in the hunger games. what is this?

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Dreams of being a firefighter


Dreams of being a firefighter

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What if you could pick one actor or actress right now and your next movie would be with that person, who would you choose? x

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Me: ah, yes. Home alone. I can do whatever I want!
Me: *turns TV up a couple notches*
Me: *watches YouTube videos without headphones*
Me: getting crazy up in here
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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.


Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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I’m really glad I read that.

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And in that moment, everybody in the theater let out a huge sigh of relief as they realized what had just happened; for the first time in forever there was no forced romance between the protagonists in an action movie. 
The heavens finally answered the prayers of the people. 

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Emma Watson as UN Women Goodwill Ambassador will attend the Parliament of Uruguay on september 17th.

She will present 5,000 signatures as UN Women Goodwill Ambassador alongside the representatives of various organizations such as: Cotidiano Mujer, Ciudadanías en Red and Comisión Nacional de Seguimiento, in order to encourage a new law for women´s representation on the Parliament of Uruguay.

The event begins at 9.00 a.m. from this country.

"[She is] actually a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN Women and comes to Uruguay to support an initiative that prioritizes the participation of women worldwide. As we are one of the initiatives adopted by the Equality Fund in Latin America, there was the case that her first mission as ambassador was in Uruguay. [This] has much impact, but we would like to focus more on the commitment that means that a young woman undertakes this subject and dedicates to support this initiative in such a small country like ours. ” Lilian Celiberti from Cotidiano Mujer speaks about the importance of Watson´s presence in the event.

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i was thinking to myself like maaan the brain is pretty amazing and then i realised it was my brain telling me to think that, what a cocky asshole.

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i hope one day there is a halloween party where daniel radcliffe goes as frodo baggins and elijah wood goes as harry potter 

imagine the havoc

imagine the photos

Only if Ian Mckellen goes as Dumbledore and Michael Gambon goes as Gandalf.

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