This is my personal blog and it is filled with things I like or love.
Women, femslash, animals, food.
Myka and HG,
Miranda and Andy,
Emily and JJ,
Xena and Gabrielle,
Callie and Arizona,
Paige and Emily,
random Glee things,
Sanctuary,
Doctor Who,
Warehouse 13,
and anything else I feel like putting up.
an occasional link to one of my fanfics,
but mostly I reblog pictures of Myka and HG or Jaime and Joanne.

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from It's best to just love yourself with 141 notes

stydiaislove:

get to know me meme | [1/5] favorite actress

➥ Naya Rivera

Getting hit on by both genders is such a champagne problem.”

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from be your own anchor. with 294 notes

winchestilinski:

Santana Lopez + Opening Night

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from ✿✿✿ with 344 notes

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from soulmates so to speak... with 401 notes

do you believe it?

we’re gonna make it now…

24th April 2014

Photo reblogged from I Need the Food So That I Can Swan Queen with 162 notes


You can thank me later.

You can thank me later.

Source: invest-in-love

24th April 2014

Photo reblogged from LADY STARK ARISES with 1,191 notes

mattystanfield:

Clint Eastwood | Shirley MacLaine | 1969
Photograph | Lawrence Schiller 

mattystanfield:

Clint Eastwood | Shirley MacLaine | 1969

Photograph | Lawrence Schiller 

Source: mattystanfield

24th April 2014

Photo reblogged from I Need the Food So That I Can Swan Queen with 45,286 notes

magicmumu:

rachel—duncan:

Regina Mills be like

Regina hated that car. She really did. She hated how loud it was on the street, signalling that her worst nightmare was on her way to take her son for the day. She hated that over time she learned to listen for the monstrosity’s engine. She hated that the rumble of it would match the rhythm of her heart as she waited for Emma to get there for a drink or a meal. With Henry of course. She hated that she had to have that damn car in her driveway after the wedding, or that she found herself smiling whenever she saw her wife working on it. How much money had she put into fixing that thing anyway? Far more than it was worth. They had that argument, heated or not, many times in the years to follow. She hated that when Emma left for the Enchanted Forest, that car was all she had to remind her that her son and wife would be back. She hated that, after Henry returned alone that the yellow Bug was still there. It haunted her. Sometimes she thought she saw Emma leaning against it, or sitting inside it reading a paper and drinking coffee. It was crazy, since Emma was dead now. She hated that she couldn’t seem to throw the bug away. Henry wouldn’t go near it, let alone drive it. It took all of her strength to take the key off of the wall for the first time in years, get inside of the bug and slowly turn the key. It came to life. She knew that magic itself was the only thing that could keep this car alive. She sat for a long time. She didn’t keep track. She hated how much the car smelled like her. She told herself that she was only going to drive it off of the driveway, to move it out of sight, but seconds later, the gate to the back yard was in ashes, and the yellow of the car clashed with the red of the apple tree. Regina stumbled out and lost the contents of her stomach as she cried for her lost love. She looked at the bug long and hard, staring at how it rest so easily next to the only other thing in this realm that mattered to her. Her head low, she flickered her wrist. The hood of the yellow car popped open easily, and flowers seemed to bloom from the engine. Another flick of the wrist had more flowers all around it, yellow, like the damn vehicle that still crippled her, yellow like her True Love’s hair, yellow like the sun she had brought to Regina’s life and later taken away. With her chest still and forever heavy, she went inside to rest her head, but her feet kept her at the window, where she observed her new garden with a fresh wave of grief and loneliness.

magicmumu:

rachel—duncan:

Regina Mills be like

Regina hated that car. She really did. She hated how loud it was on the street, signalling that her worst nightmare was on her way to take her son for the day. She hated that over time she learned to listen for the monstrosity’s engine. She hated that the rumble of it would match the rhythm of her heart as she waited for Emma to get there for a drink or a meal. With Henry of course. She hated that she had to have that damn car in her driveway after the wedding, or that she found herself smiling whenever she saw her wife working on it. How much money had she put into fixing that thing anyway? Far more than it was worth. They had that argument, heated or not, many times in the years to follow. She hated that when Emma left for the Enchanted Forest, that car was all she had to remind her that her son and wife would be back. She hated that, after Henry returned alone that the yellow Bug was still there. It haunted her. Sometimes she thought she saw Emma leaning against it, or sitting inside it reading a paper and drinking coffee. It was crazy, since Emma was dead now. She hated that she couldn’t seem to throw the bug away. Henry wouldn’t go near it, let alone drive it. It took all of her strength to take the key off of the wall for the first time in years, get inside of the bug and slowly turn the key. It came to life. She knew that magic itself was the only thing that could keep this car alive. She sat for a long time. She didn’t keep track. She hated how much the car smelled like her. She told herself that she was only going to drive it off of the driveway, to move it out of sight, but seconds later, the gate to the back yard was in ashes, and the yellow of the car clashed with the red of the apple tree. Regina stumbled out and lost the contents of her stomach as she cried for her lost love. She looked at the bug long and hard, staring at how it rest so easily next to the only other thing in this realm that mattered to her. Her head low, she flickered her wrist. The hood of the yellow car popped open easily, and flowers seemed to bloom from the engine. Another flick of the wrist had more flowers all around it, yellow, like the damn vehicle that still crippled her, yellow like her True Love’s hair, yellow like the sun she had brought to Regina’s life and later taken away. With her chest still and forever heavy, she went inside to rest her head, but her feet kept her at the window, where she observed her new garden with a fresh wave of grief and loneliness.

Source: appleday

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from with 57,478 notes

nico-hulkenbutt:

doctor-ood:




I present you: Eurovision 2013

Eurovision is the best fucking thing in the world ok

Source: mcsanta

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from I Need the Food So That I Can Swan Queen with 74,484 notes

angrynerdyblogger:

pr1nceshawn:

When it comes to cooking, not everyone is at the same skill level

*gordon ramsay voice* what the fuck is this

Source: pr1nceshawn

24th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Have some flowers, and a puppy, and some spying with 16 notes

They always seem to think I’m scary. I understand that totally: old people are scary. I am old and I am scary, and I’m very sorry about it, but I don’t know what to do.
— Dame Maggie Smith [x] (via unicarna)

24th April 2014

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paulie-ollie-oxen-free:

sakibatch:

cvmfest:

ricotomate:

A bunch of drunk college kids tried to play “Alice in Wonderland”

I cry of laughter everytime I watch this. 

what the fuclk did i just watch

omfg this is fucking hilarious

Done

Source: ricotomate

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from with 42,705 notes

“You’ll find our hearts not on our sleeves, but in the spines of our books.”

Source: photosette

24th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from Champion of Procrastination with 1,581 notes

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24th April 2014

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24th April 2014

Post reblogged from KCMD with 180 notes

itsdelovely:

sometimes i remember how vera farmiga is a professional ukrainian folk dancer who owns goats and talks about them more than her children and sews her own clothes out of vintage victorian lace 

oh and one time she overfed a sheep so much that it literally exploded 

image

Source: itsdelovely


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