I slay blazes.
Sheree. (It means "dear" in French.) INFP. Aged 22 and a big ol' nerd, most of the time I think I'm hilarious. I hope my (multi-fandom) blog makes you a little happier.

Sometimes I liveblog things and make personal posts. My tags showcase my personality. I'm also angry at the patriarchy.

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rickyhitler:

All hail the brick-phone

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king-emare:

rickyhitler:

All hail the brick-phone

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misandry-mermaid:

Interesting how we’re always hearing how shameful and irresponsible it is to be a teen mom.

But we never hear the same messages directed at teen dads.

Or even the words “teen dad”.

It’s almost like society demonizes women’s sexuality and sexual choices while absolving men of all sexual responsibility and judgement.



theywereinseparable:

the Potters were to Sirius what the Weasleys were to Harry



the-final-bl0w:

This is so satisfying to watch..

the-final-bl0w:

This is so satisfying to watch..



Anna Kendrick for Zooey Magazine



Anonymous asked: "Some dark percy maybe? (◡‿◡✿) Pretty please with chocolate on top? (◕‿◕✿)"

greenconverses:

suchastart:

The thing about war is that it requires sacrifice, and the thing about love is that it makes its soldiers both strong and weak in all the most callused, broken ways—puppets on strings, children fighting their parents’ battles, afraid and brave and angry.

Percy loved Annabeth, and so fell into Hell to be at her side, fought for her life, succumbed to Mother Nature in order to allow Annabeth a chance to escape. Listened to Gaea’s lies-promises-prophecies from his bone-lined prison cell, her visions of nightmares-turned-glory crawling through his brain. Believed her, because what else did he have left?  Stood by her side. Became her drummer boy. A spoil of war. A prisoner. A champion.

Annabeth was a warrior, and so she let him. Seven billion lives weighed so much more than the hold Percy had on her heart. And anyway, what was the saying? If you loved someone, you had to let them go?

He should’ve let her go. If he had just let her go, as they hung over that precipice, if he’d just listened…

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Ten months, thirteen days, and two hours after Hazel and Nico bled out on a marble slab to summon Gaea and her fiercest monsters, after Piper lead an army of demigods into battle, after Jason beheaded a titan, after Frank Zhang shoved a lightning-charged sword through Gaea’s dirt-mound of a chest—almost a year after the funerals and the parties and the many attempts to rejoin the real world where gods remained in the confines of their myths and monsters were stories that lived only in the dark shadows underneath beds—

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spookyrikku:

Random NPCs who heal your pokemon

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