(I am a horrible speller, so if you notice any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them lol)

I have to many ships... I have a fleet...

I read way to much smut and more times than not my blog will not be safe for work .

I must apologize for the mess that is my blog. It will consist of anything and everything that catches my eye. Just a warning.

I am extremely concerned about my obsession with Dylan O'Brien AND Tyler Hoechlin AND Daniel Sharman and NOW Dan Feuerriegel (damn his dimples) (but not concerned enough to do anything about it lol )

Member of the Wolf Pack

Member of Team Free Will

 

13amzi:

modelsofcolor:

MISSING!! Ataui has been missing since Aug. 6 after disappearing near a Midtown nightclub, police said Monday.whose full name is Ataui Deng Hopkins, was last seen near 251 West 48th St., where nightclubs XVI Lounge and The Attic are located, at roughly 11 p.m., according to the NYPD.She was reported missing by her boyfriend, Grant Monohon, on Aug. 16, sources said. He told investigators that the last time he saw her, Aug. 6, she told him she wanted to sleep in a park, law enforcement sources said.Relatives also told detectives that Deng would occasionally take off for a few days, sources said.A man who said he was the owner of The Attic said police had been by but, “we don’t know nothing. She was never here.”A manager there said Grant Monohon (Ataui’s bf) never worked there. Monohon’s Instagram feed is covered with photos of him, Deng and other people partying at The Attic and other nightclubs.Information report by http://www.dnainfo.com/new-york/20140818/midtown/model-ataui-deng-has-been-missing-for-2-weeks-police-say
Anyone with any information about Deng’s disappearance is asked to called Crime Stoppers at , or NYPDCrimeStoppers.com or text TIP577 to the number 274637. Or Email FindAtaui@gmail.com

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13amzi:

modelsofcolor:

MISSING!! Ataui has been missing since Aug. 6 after disappearing near a Midtown nightclub, police said Monday.
whose full name is Ataui Deng Hopkins, was last seen near 251 West 48th St., where nightclubs XVI Lounge and The Attic are located, at roughly 11 p.m., according to the NYPD.
She was reported missing by her boyfriend, Grant Monohon, on Aug. 16, sources said. He told investigators that the last time he saw her, Aug. 6, she told him she wanted to sleep in a park, law enforcement sources said.
Relatives also told detectives that Deng would occasionally take off for a few days, sources said.
A man who said he was the owner of The Attic said police had been by but, “we don’t know nothing. She was never here.”
A manager there said Grant Monohon (Ataui’s bf) never worked there. Monohon’s Instagram feed is covered with photos of him, Deng and other people partying at The Attic and other nightclubs.

Information report by
http://www.dnainfo.com/new-york/20140818/midtown/model-ataui-deng-has-been-missing-for-2-weeks-police-say

Anyone with any information about Deng’s disappearance is asked to called Crime Stoppers at , or NYPDCrimeStoppers.com or text TIP577 to the number 274637. Or Email FindAtaui@gmail.com

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lavishness:

lupinely:

novacorps:

if you find yourself in times of trouble just remember that cap has a tactic where he basically throws himself in some guy’s arms while fighting



it got better.

lavishness:

lupinely:

novacorps:

if you find yourself in times of trouble just remember that cap has a tactic where he basically throws himself in some guy’s arms while fighting

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it got better.

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.
I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.
The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.
"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"
Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.
Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.
I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.
But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.
"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.
"No, I’m good," I said.
"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.
Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—
“Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.
Reader, I bought them all.

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.

I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.

The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.

"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"

Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.

Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.

I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.

But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.

"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.

"No, I’m good," I said.

"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.

Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—

Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.

Reader, I bought them all.

Anonymous asked
CAN WE JUST DISCUSS DEREK RIMMING STILES FOR SO LONG THAT STILES CAN'T SIT DOWN FOR A LIKE WEEK BECAUSE OF ALL THE BEARD BURN BECAUSE I THINK THAT'S SOMETHING WE SHOULD BE DISCUSSING

bleep0bleep:

Stiles fidgets for like what must be the fifth time, blushing brightly as he tries to get a better seat on the tiny lecture chair. It’s a relatively small classroom and since he was late, he had to take a front row seat right in plain view of his professor, who is now glaring at him.

"Stiles, did you have something you want to share with the class?" Professor Callahan asks, pushing up the glasses on her nose.

"No," Stiles says, embarrassed.

"Kindly please stop fidgeting, you haven’t sat still since class started and you’re being terribly distracting," she says, frowning.

"Sorry," Stiles says.

"I hope you don’t do this through your discussion section as well. Derek, he’s one of yours, right?" Callahan asks, turning towards where the three TA’s for the class are sitting. 

"Yeah," Derek says with a smirk. "He’s mine." 

questionsleftunanswered:

unfollower:

tips for college:

  • no 1 cares if you eat alone in the dining hall
  • dont be scared of upperclassmen they dont care
  • dont raise your hand to go to the bathroom 
  • dont bring a handwritten sick note from ur mom

DO BRING IN A HANDWRITTEN SICK NOTE FROM YOUR MOM. OH MY GOD PLEASE DO THIS. PROFESSORS (at least at my university for the most part) WOULD LAUGH THEIR FUCKING ASSES OFF (and then mark you absent anyway you fucking weakling).

The third on SO TRUE! Nobody told me this when I went to college and it was small private college and I raised my hand to go to the bathroom…My professor laughed at me! OMG! NOBODY TELLS YOU THESE STUPID THINGS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW!

"Dark Side of The Moon"

So I’m watching Supernatural, “The Dark Side of The Moon” where they are both killed and are experiencing their Heaven.  A few things I realized watching this:

  1. I forgot how heartbreaking it was and I should have never watching it again, dear God did it make me sad!
  2. When Cas speaks to Dean through the car to explain where they are at, Dean tells Cas to get out of his dreams because he needs some alone time every once in awhile…Like how many times is Cas showing up in Dean’s dream that Dean is not even surprised, only mildly annoyed. Like what even.
  3. When Dean is with his mom and I Wuv Hugs shirt, he is comforting her when she’s arguing with John. After he hugs her she says, “Who wants pie!?”  I THINK THAT’S WHY DEAN LOVE PIE!!!!!  Its not only a comfort but its what his mom used to give him. It keeps him close to his Mom!!!! That’s why cake is never good enough!
  4. The fact that Sam is so confused as to why he is in Heaven, that he doesn’t think he DESERVES to be in Heaven , kills me! 
  5. I also, for some reason, never picked up on the fact that Ash says he’s seen them so many times, because they die ALL THE DAMN TIME (which we know) and each time they go to Heaven but they never remember. For me, I think that’s erased from them because if they know that when they die they will go to Heaven, they won’t be as “upset” if they die, then well, they couldn’t be used as a damn vessel.

On of these day’s I will learn to now rewatch the sad damn episodes of this show. Why I do it to myself I will never know…

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We’d like to thank you for all that you do to help us conquer the world one random act of kindness at a time. 

You joined us in our Hope2Haiti Housewarming, helped us make one special family’s new house a home, and made last year’s #E4K one we’ll never forget. 

Whether we were able to meet you in person at one of our regional events or virtually, we want you to know that we’re thankful for each and every one of you, not just today, but every day. And we hope you’ll let us know what you think about us by filling out our supporter survey.

It’s quick, easy, and it helps us plan future events, build rocking new campaigns, and decide how we’re going to grow. 

So please take a few minutes to fill it out and consider the thank you screen at the end a virtual hug from us to you.