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............................................................................................... Hi guys I'm Didi, 18 years of age, currently in Belgium, studying Philosophy. This is a multi-fandom blog, and I apologise for my tag-less reblog sprees I sometimes indulge in. I'm a fic writer and you can find me on almost any site under the name of Voodoobrownie or KeineChance .............................................................................................. Im a major Oomph! fan, though I mostly stick with Metal. I'm in love with Germany~ ................................................................................................. I'm hella gay. ................................................................................................. My personality type is INFJ. ..................................................................................................
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................................................................................................. I eat books instead of people. Ask me anything, I don't bite.

jaclcfrost:

there are two types of cute

"aw how adorable" cute

and

"aw i want to make out with you holy shit" cute

and my goal is to be both of them

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yourbeautifulbreakdown:

Rize Kamishiro from tokyo ghoul :3

deansass:

padalesexy:

yeah but captain america did the als ice bucket challenge for 70 years

no

Asker Anonymous Asks:
leather fetish
keinechance keinechance Said:

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Send me a fetish and I’ll rate it

itsstuckyinmyhead:

The Sims Tumblr Posts

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if english isn’t your first language but you think and dream in english and sometimes have to mentally translate from english to your first language when speaking it as a consequence of your consistent exposure to the internet clap your hands

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crash-mcbarason:

tea-doodles:

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tabularojo:

crash-mcbarason:

whenever i use scissors i always have this brief thought of “ohoho man imagine if i accidentally snipped off my nipple”

It would hurt a lot but it would grow back, nipples are one of the few parts of the body that entirely regenerate

U N L I M I T E D N I P P L E S
NO DO NOT TRY THIS AT ANY COST
DO NOT CUT OFF YOUR NIPPLES THEY ARE IN FACT LIMITED
L I M I T E D N I P P L E S

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ewisthisyiff:

Send me a fetish and I’ll rate it

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No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

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mytra-fallen-angel:

carry-on-wayward-fallen-angel:

padaleckidalek-fallen-angel:

awkward-fallen-angel:

c-r-0-a-t-0-a-n:

the-crazy-shipper24:

The title says it all ~

I can’t wait for the musical even more now!

It describes Supernatural so well, I don’t blame them for picking this song! 

Sounds like a song for Dean or Castiel :D

I found it on Youtube and I wanted to share it with you guys :) 

Enjoy this and please, thank me later~ ;D

so of course the title got my attention, so i started listening and i was nodding along thinking “okay this sounds creepy and dramatic this’ll be good in the episode” and then i fucking lost it

I CANT FREAKEN BREATH!

I cant breathee, it’s perfect. especially for dean and castiel.

after about five seconds in i realized what this was going to be, and kind of just died

i can’t fucking breathe

help

please,please,please bring back Gabriel and Balthazar in this episode  

(via theroguecaptain)

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

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suicidal-with-a-twist:

thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg:

cupcakeacorn:

who wants to move to new york with me

we can get a tiny shoe box apartment that’s too expensive

explore the city daily

become regulars at some coffee shop 

have sleepovers in the living room

marathon our favorite movies and tv shows

sit together while we blog

always order in because we’re too lazy to cook

play board games

and idk maybe we could get a cat or dog

THIS

I live in New York and this sounds perfect.

(via yourbeautifulbreakdown)

fatnajl:

linguisticsyall:

Germans: Oh you’re learning German? Hey, you’re not so bad at it. Don’t fuck it up though. 

French: About time you learned French. 

Russians, Koreans, Spanish-speakers: WOW YOU’RE LEARNING MY LANGUAGE? LET ME HELP YOU I CAN GET SOME MATERIALS FOR YOU AND RECOMMEND SOME SITES AND VIDEOS, DID YOU JUST SAY “HELLO” IN MY LANGUAGE? YOU ARE SO GREAT WOW I AM SO IMPRESSED

Dutch: but why would you do this

why would you do this

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