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mingle-upon-a-dream:

My heart aches for Oklahoma

questionromanova:

sillyarms:

marththebland:

vagiqua:

Rule #1 of Tumblr:

you must reblog our creator whenever he comes up on your dash

david karp looks through the notes of this post, puts all the urls he sees onto the safe list, then deletes the rest of the blogs. reblogging this post is like when the jews put the lamb’s blood on their doorposts so the angel of death wouldn’t kill their firstborns.

Must reblog for that comment

That comment, my God.. 

See how my character reacts if yours says ‘I love you.’

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ask-eep-crood:

thefaultinmyass:

ipaintyouwings:

Message from David Karp 

everyone needs to read this.

Fuck yeah 

FUCK YEAH

waking up and checking your tumblr like it’s the morning paper

shoottothrillindustries:

That. Look. That. Strut.

#why did i think of adam lambert when i looked at this? BECAUSE A DAT STRUT

And with that, I bid my followers goodnight.

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midstorm:

Hey have you guys seen this post?

It’s FALSE.

Yahoo never said that. Just check their twitter. So calm down and fact check. The blog that made the original post has been deleted.

Please reblog so people know. It’s called photoshop.

New to this world. [Semi-Open.]

fallenprinceloki:

you-crave-subjugation:

There was something delicious about having the twin struggle against him no matter how angry he also was because of it. It was a challenge that he would fight to win, no matter what the cost. The grip was unwavering and even tightened. Fingernails nearly broke skin, but he was unsure he wanted the other’s blood under his nails. “Yes…you will,” he growled back at him, feeling the motions of Fallen attempting to stab him with the ice dagger. That only served to piss him off more fully. He mumbled a spell which would melt the dagger in his hand, also possibly burning him in the process as the steam hit his skin. Crave had his ways of fighting off ice as he’d practiced, thinking of how he would kill more frost giants like he had in the past.

“You could have allowed this to go the easy way, but you leave me no choice. Perhaps you shall learn now…” And with that his hand shifted down harshly, yanking up his shirt to reveal the skin and scar. Without hesitation he pressed his hand right against it, putting on pressure and pushing out magic to get a feel for it. A sharp gasp left his lips as he connected with the magic signature, and his eyes widened in fear. Thanos… His fingers curled, slightly digging into the wound and feeling blood this time. Crave’s own flashes of memory of Thanos hit him, also mingling with the fear he felt from Fallen when the wound was given. For a moment he was still as a statue, but did not let go. 

Why he thought this was going to work was beyond him but he still threw his hand back in an attempt to find a body, it failed when his dagger was literally boiled in his hand, the heat and steam hitting his flesh and doing exactly what he was sure his elder wanted. He cried out in pain and struggled harder against his twin, his hand red and blistered while his other was pinned too. White danced on the edges of vision, his body aching and draining fast while he struggled. The burn to his hand would take a few days to heal with him in his state, it always did but as the grip on his throat tightened his fight started to leave him.

It wasn’t until that hand of his elder came down and covered his scar that he stopped all together, his breaths wheezes as he struggled to gain them. Now it turned to fear, what was this twin going to do with this once he knew about it. He was shaking already from exertion and trying to hide this and when his elder pushed on it, his body reacted. To him, it felt like someone had just shredded his insides. A pained scream tore from his lungs, his body trembling as the wound reacted to the intrusion and Fallen was trying to grab at anything he could to make him stop. Another blood curdling scream ripped violently from him when the elder buried his fingers into flesh, holding like stone as the pain overtook him. His legs started to buckle under him and his breathing was hard and labored as more screams were pulled from him while weak fingers pulled at his arm. He was on the verge of passing out when his head lolled back against the elder.

Every harsh memory that he’d been trying to repress regarding Thanos…every painful experience that happened to him was flashing back, shooting through his body. It was as if he could feel the pain all over again, the invasion into his mind that nearly drove him to utter and pure madness. For just the briefest of moments he trembled, not feeling the blood or even the body that was against him. He could see Thanos face as he was tortured over and over again for much, much too long. Until he could resist no longer. Oh Gods…

The moment he started to come back, the screams began to reach his ears. Damn, that scream. It was his own. What was he doing? His hand snapped back from the wound and allowed the shirt to fall down over it. Crave stared at the blood on his hand and then back at the twin, and without hesitation he let him go, watching as his twin dropped to the ground from his agony. This was too much for him. He came to this place in order to check out the castle, to find out about the magic…not to relive the misery of his past. His first instinct was to run. To use magic and transport as far away as possible. And yet…how could Crave leave him a mess like this? That physically hurt him. He detested weakness, detested feeling like this…but when he saw his twin, he felt that he had to…not take care of him, but…he could not leave him like this.

Loki hunched down took a breath, watching him. “I am sorry, my twin…I believe you, and I am sorry,” he whispered into his ear, then gently allowed his palm to hover over the freshly harassed wound. Without another word he pulsed magic from his hand into the wound, numbing the pain. He’d gone so far as to hurt him like this, that it was only fair to take the pain away. Crave did not stop until he was sure the other was numb and sedated from it. He would not be asleep, but almost in a pleasant, drug-induced state. It would wear off within an hour and he would return to normal, but pain-free. And with that, he disappeared with a slight flutter sound from his jacket.

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imscaredspockhelpmenotbe:

balcil:

thebestbloginthewholeworld:

c2ndy2c1d:

nat-thebaseballbrat:

“… will let it continue to operate as an independent business.”

Here you my followers. 

calm your titties~ <3

Oh, good… *Sighs so loud that anyone in a ten mile radius can hear me*

So all this means is that Tumblr got over a billion dollars and they still get to do whatever they want. 

Friendly reminder that

orderlybunker:

• Tumblr will remain independent
• Yahoo bought it because Tumblr was getting too expensive
• The only thing changing will be the one’s legally owning Tumblr
• There will remain absolutely no restrictions on gifs/fics/pictures/edits/porn/terms and conditions
• The terms and conditions will remain the same
• Tumblr’s options were to shut Tumblr down or get funds
• ThE lAyOuT iS nOt ChAnGiNg

Whoops….

Except that Tweet isn’t actually on their twitter page. I looked.

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fallenprinceloki:

you-crave-subjugation:

Oh, but how he was tempted to remove the other’s hand. There would be nothing that was kept from him, and if he had to fight his twin he would. Crave could tell that the other would put up a fight and prepared himself. If he was his twin, there was no telling what trick he had up his sleeve. The moment the other brought up his hand and sent the blast of magic he was already deflecting it — though a small grunt left him from the exertion and he even took one step back, though only minimal.

Easily he caught the other’s weak moment and flashed forward, grabbing him around the front of his throat and shifting behind him, Crave’s front pressed to Fallen’s back, nails about digging into the flesh. He bumped harshly against him and pressed his other free hand down, pressing just above the wound on his abdomen. “You will allow me to see it, or I shall look by force. Both will be unpleasant, but by force is far more messy,” he snarled into his ear, tightening his grip. “What shall it be?”

Fallen glanced up with only enough to time register how close the twin was to him before those icy fingers gripped his throat and forced him to back against his elder with his blunted nails digging into his soft flesh, he could feel the warmth of his own blood beading up under them. The younger still struggled against him, his hands in tight fists while his wound was uncovered and raging it’s own war against him.

The elder was strong, much stronger physically than Fallen initially thought as he tried to worm his way out of his hands, his breaths falling from him in short, hard wheezes as nails dug into him and slowly cutting off his airway. “I…I will not…” His eyes were pinched closed while his insides felt like someone was tearing them out through his belly button. When his twin tightened his grip, his struggles got more frantic, this time one hand forming a small ice shard that he’d try to stab his elder with. “I will sh-ow you nothing…” With those words, he tried so jab his hand backwards to impale the ice dagger in his twin.

There was something delicious about having the twin struggle against him no matter how angry he also was because of it. It was a challenge that he would fight to win, no matter what the cost. The grip was unwavering and even tightened. Fingernails nearly broke skin, but he was unsure he wanted the other’s blood under his nails. “Yes…you will,” he growled back at him, feeling the motions of Fallen attempting to stab him with the ice dagger. That only served to piss him off more fully. He mumbled a spell which would melt the dagger in his hand, also possibly burning him in the process as the steam hit his skin. Crave had his ways of fighting off ice as he’d practiced, thinking of how he would kill more frost giants like he had in the past.

“You could have allowed this to go the easy way, but you leave me no choice. Perhaps you shall learn now…” And with that his hand shifted down harshly, yanking up his shirt to reveal the skin and scar. Without hesitation he pressed his hand right against it, putting on pressure and pushing out magic to get a feel for it. A sharp gasp left his lips as he connected with the magic signature, and his eyes widened in fear. Thanos… His fingers curled, slightly digging into the wound and feeling blood this time. Crave’s own flashes of memory of Thanos hit him, also mingling with the fear he felt from Fallen when the wound was given. For a moment he was still as a statue, but did not let go.