maliataete:

queerbriel:

welcome to womens clothing where the sizes are made up and the measurements don’t matter

(via ultragleekstarkid)

sleepyhollowers:

wereworldsurvivor:

gladi8rs:

nickey79:

Abbies BooThang

So do we like him? Yes? No?

I feel like a traitor to Ichabod and Ichabbie…..but he DOES look Sexy!!
BUT, I’ll reserve judgement on if I want him getting it on or not with Miss Mills, until I’ve seen how he’s portrayed.

Interesting. Like you I will wait to see what the character is about before giving a verdict. Personally, I was rooting for Luke to be honest.

sleepyhollowers:

wereworldsurvivor:

gladi8rs:

nickey79:

Abbies BooThang

So do we like him? Yes? No?

I feel like a traitor to Ichabod and Ichabbie…..but he DOES look Sexy!!

BUT, I’ll reserve judgement on if I want him getting it on or not with Miss Mills, until I’ve seen how he’s portrayed.

Interesting. Like you I will wait to see what the character is about before giving a verdict. Personally, I was rooting for Luke to be honest.

scarlettmd5:

sleepyhollowers:

Tom/Ichabod playing baseball x golf [x]

Oh Tom, what on earth are you doing??? lol

Pretending to play cricket, instead of baseball….

my-ponchoboys:

Karen - Guardians of the Galaxy Premiere - July 21st 2014

my-ponchoboys:

Karen - Guardians of the Galaxy Premiere - July 21st 2014

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dirtsbag:

do you ever look at a boy’s hands and just nod to yourself

(via jemmasimmns)

mirahxox:

My decision to watch all 16 minutes of this was a good one.

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jotenheimr:

blackrabbit94:

The power of Cosplay

wow

jotenheimr:

blackrabbit94:

The power of Cosplay

wow

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Toto - Africa

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Deb Morgan first and last

Deb Morgan first and last

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"She’s going to be fine, Fox."
So her mother had said. So the doctors had said. So Scully herself had said. A miracle. Remission. She was going to be fine.
Now in the darkness, he was by her hospital bed in the deep blue night, watching her sleep. Scully, true to form, had insisted everyone go home (“I’m all right, I promise—I just need some rest.”) and Mulder had left with the others, but had found himself back less than an hour later, seating himself at her bedside.
The tubes and machines had been cleared away, save for the heart monitor that beeped quietly by the side of the bed. Slow. Strong. Healthy.
Alive.
She was still too thin, the shadows beneath her eyes—although rapidly fading—still visible. She was sound asleep, her breathing deep, her lips slightly parted. He felt himself shudder when he realized that despite her returning color, her stillness could have been mistaken for the chilled threat of death that had so recently nuzzled at the back of her neck. That soft, steady beating convinced him otherwise.
He wanted to crawl into the bed with her, just to press his body against hers and feel the life simmering beneath her skin; to rest his hand over her heart and pray to a God he didn’t believe in that her soul forever remain aglow.
He glanced at his illuminated watch. Two-thirty in the morning. He should be home now, getting the sleep that he obviously needed and could now have, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side.
Sleep could wait. All he wanted to do right now was watch her live. He’d never stop from this moment on.

"She’s going to be fine, Fox."

So her mother had said. So the doctors had said. So Scully herself had said. A miracle. Remission. She was going to be fine.

Now in the darkness, he was by her hospital bed in the deep blue night, watching her sleep. Scully, true to form, had insisted everyone go home (“I’m all right, I promise—I just need some rest.”) and Mulder had left with the others, but had found himself back less than an hour later, seating himself at her bedside.

The tubes and machines had been cleared away, save for the heart monitor that beeped quietly by the side of the bed. Slow. Strong. Healthy.

Alive.

She was still too thin, the shadows beneath her eyes—although rapidly fading—still visible. She was sound asleep, her breathing deep, her lips slightly parted. He felt himself shudder when he realized that despite her returning color, her stillness could have been mistaken for the chilled threat of death that had so recently nuzzled at the back of her neck. That soft, steady beating convinced him otherwise.

He wanted to crawl into the bed with her, just to press his body against hers and feel the life simmering beneath her skin; to rest his hand over her heart and pray to a God he didn’t believe in that her soul forever remain aglow.

He glanced at his illuminated watch. Two-thirty in the morning. He should be home now, getting the sleep that he obviously needed and could now have, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side.

Sleep could wait. All he wanted to do right now was watch her live. He’d never stop from this moment on.

(via youokay-mulder)

childrenoftime:

"We’ve got a psychic ability to act together. It feels very comfortable acting with him. He’s just my friend and it’s nice to work with friends, especially when they’re good actors. You can bounce off each other and go places and they’ll go with you instinctively. You can trust them as well. It’s hard to explain, but you feel safe going somewhere else on camera because you know they’ll deal with it."- JS


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I want to go home

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