My life is over
And that makes gif #218 saved in my Glee folder.
Could she be any more cute? Okay, it’s Rachel, of course she can. But still. Favorite thing about this scene? The bunny in the bowl, the fact that apparently her herbal tea is mixed in the whole Cheerios thing - she’s eating cheerios, you guise! hehe - and of course, braids! <3
People say that the opposite of love isn’t in fact hate, it’s indifference, and that love and hate are united by passion. And Loki hates Thor, which means he must, in his heart, still love him.Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen. (via thorloki)
XMFC/ Fassbender GIVEAWAY
Nothing big or huge, but It’s been almost a year (my drolling started with the teasers I think :p) I rediscovered Professor X/Magneto through X-Men First Class. I’m a tiny lurker in a fandom blessed with talented people and to celebrate that I’m going to send to one of you a copy of the magazine obsession
Rules:
- Reblogs or likes up to 3 times (I don’t have a huge following so it would be nice to reblog the post to share it with as many fan as possible)
-No need to follow me
-Please keep your ask box open by the time so I can contact you
- I will ship it everywhere (on Earth, our Earth not Alternate Earth or Parallel Earth!)
- End of the give away : April 22nd 2012
WANTTT
Complete interview in the link on the title.
(via tindu)
Paul/Johnny | For shayzgirletc, with a bonus mini fic!
Johnny fidgets with the cards that are dealt to him as the man across the table idly toys with his scotch. The last two rounds with this guy had practically cleaned him out of yesterday’s winnings, and if he doesn’t have something, anything to pawn off other than the clothes on his back this round, then he’s not going to last the night. Maybe it hadn’t had been the smartest idea to try and hustle him—Paul, he remembers now—at the bar earlier, but Jonny had been desperate for the rush of playing the odds, and now he was paying for it.
Paul eyes him with something akin to amusement. Curiosity, maybe? No, there was nothing interesting about a down-on-his-luck gambling addict in a cheap suit. Johnny swallows nervously and watches through his bangs as Paul’s thin lips curve up ever so slightly at the corners.
“What are you waiting for? Make a move.” Paul’s British accent is becoming rough from the alcohol, and his tone impatient. Those blue-green eyes stare Johnny down, bore straight through him and darken with pure want, which makes anticipation pool in Johnny’s gut and heat flush his face.
Paul smirks, “Don’t worry if you can’t pay me this round. I’m sure that we can work something out.”
Johnny doesn’t have to look down at his hand to know that he’s completely and utterly fucked.
(Source: suave-graphics, via tindu)
