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we were 17 and crazy

the emerald underground

running wild, wild
pearl. eighteen. california.

i like fairytales and mythology and chosen families and princesses.
also overly fond of sea metaphors and queen and lionheart dynamics.

if you never saw the stars,
candles were enough.


alpha beta omega

yarnzipangirl:

ngl, my urge to reblog a pro-awesome-female-characters post goes down 5000% if there are no woc in there

ouat gif battle → outfits

regalbandit vs killeanjones

maliahaling:

once upon a time — emma-centric, captain swan — rated t — 1688 words — chapter 1/13  for alison and amber

Emma Swan is a fourteen-year-old girl living in an orphanage when she’s stolen away by the shadow of Peter Pan to come live in Neverland. Here, she meets the lost boys, Wendy Darling, Tinkerbell, and a world she thought only existed in stories. Here also is the fearsome pirate, Captain Hook, the archnemesis of Peter and the lost boys, seeking treasure to help him kill a crocodile. In the jungles of Neverland, Emma finds danger, adventure, and mystery – and a family she’s never had before.

But nothing lasts forever, and everyone has to grow up eventually. Neverland becomes a memory, a secret she holds close to her heart, until Peter Pan calls her back to help him find the lost boy who escaped – Baelfire. The search for the missing lost boy leads Emma down a road of ancient secrets, fairytale curses, and lost children – and maybe even to her own family, and the love that was always missing from her life.

She is fourteen years old when she is taken by the shadow one windy autumn night in a lonely orphanage in Seattle, and before she can blink the world is flying away beneath her and the stars are cracking open, one by one, leading to a sea she has never known before, an island she knows she will not find on any map, a boy she remembers only from childhood stories. She is fourteen years old, and her whole world turns upside down in the space of a heartbeat.

The first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is a boy, tall and handsome in a sinister way, with dark and critical eyes, peering down at her half in curiosity and half in expectation. He is dressed in jungle greens and browns, clothes from another time and place, but she has no time to sort any of this out before he is kneeling, and she feels like suffocating under his gaze, and then – then he is holding a hand out for her to take.

"Hello, Emma," he says, his voice sugary sweet like those old matrons at older orphanages who promised her that she would find a family one day and spun lies coated with honey about what a beautiful world it was beyond those sad grey walls. "It’s very nice to meet you."

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THE SWORD OF GRYFFINDOR | noun

The Sword of Gryffindor was a goblin-made sword owned by the famed wizard Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fashioned from pure silver, it is inset with rubies, the stone that represents Gryffindor in the hour-glasses that count the house points at Hogwarts. Godric Gryffindor’s name is engraved just beneath the hilt. It is believed that only true Gryffindors of pure, courageous heart could summon the sword and wield it.

A Series of Edits — Harry Potter Information — [2/?]

"We’ll definitely be back next year. If not, it’ll be because an asteroid has destroyed all human civilization. And that’s canon."

teen wolf girls + hanging out

Anonymous
Do you ever just want to wrap Lydia Martin up in blankets and love her and protect her because she seems so broken and overwhelmed sometimes

ONLY ALWAYS

i would also like to build an entire blANKET FORT for all the teen wolf ladies and also scott (bless his heart, he’d probably help me build it) so they can all be safe and warm and protected and NOT DEAD forever

lydia deserves hot chocolate too

and hot guys

(and hot girls)