psychoanthrowalker:

clara-oswald-of-221b:

My latest obsession? TOLKIEN.

"They make you gain weight like crazy"

"MOTHER F-"

lotr  

FDTD Meme[1/3] Relationships ~ The Fuller Family

from dusk till dawn   from dusk till dawn: the series   fdtd   the fuller family  

the manuscripts of the masters: 20th century writers 

jean-louis lebris de kerouac
francis scott key fitzgerald
ernest miller hemingway
john ronald reule tolkien 
john ernst steinbeck, jr

celticlokean:

supershawarmalock:

mmeadowss:

parenting done right

Never not reblog Morticia Addams

I love the expression on her face in the last one. “Can you believe she was going to use such a small blade?”

the addams family  

leoandniko:

The Walking Dead Meme: [2/20] Characters

Merle Dixon

merle dixon   the walking dead  
robert downey jr.   jeremy renner  

bootycap:

marvel actors fangirling over other marvel actors

paul rudd   mark ruffalo  

pricepricebaby:

abulletforniki:

powerofvoodoo:

well this is rEALLY CUTE.

IT’S THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.

I have reblogged this at least 5 times and I don’t care

I don't think I've ever sent you a prompt before. I hope you are taking Caryl for: "What’s in the bag and why are you hiding it here?"
imorca

whowhatsitwhich:

You haven’t sent me a prompt before so thank you very much….

It was very rare that Carol questioned anything Daryl said or did. She didn’t have to. They had a language all their own, spoken in fleeting glances and simple touches. So it was no wonder her curiosity was piqued when she noticed him skulking around with a brown paper bag clutched tightly in his hand as he darted wary looks around their campsite. She watched with interest as he unhooked the straps on HER pack, tucked the bag inside, and just as quickly sealed the flap. He looked like a cat with a face full of cream as he rose smoothly to his feet and turned back the way he’d come. What in the world was he up to?

"Daryl," her voice brought him up short, his expression a bland mask as he wheeled to face her. "Can you come over here a minute?" She stifled a grin at his put-up-on sigh as she walked over to her pack and nudged it with her foot. "What’s in the bag and why are you hiding it here?"

"Just some stuff I picked up on the last run," he hedged warily. "You know, things we needed." 

"Stuff and things," she repeated, brows lifting in amused disbelief. "That you felt was necessary to…conceal…in my bag." His mouth tightened at the way she drew the words out, rolling them around on her tongue as if savoring the flavor. "What is it?"

"Like I said," he waved his hand airily toward the pack, his tone dismissive and bored. "It ain’t nothing. I’ll put it somewhere else if it bothers you so much." 

It ain’t nothing. Yeah, right. Like she was going to fall for that. “No, leave it,” she settled on her knees and toyed with the pack’s clasp. “I’d better take a look. That way if we need it, I can get to it in a hurry.”

To her astonishment, red flooded his cheeks even as his hand tightened to a white-knuckle grip on his crossbow. He made no move to stop her nor did he stomp off muttering cuss words under his breath as she unbuckled the flap and palmed the bag. Easing the fold up, she peeked inside and then bit back a laugh. “So tell me again why you’re hiding them here?”

He shifted uneasily, torn between the need to retreat and the need to head this off before he gave her more ammunition to use against him. “Only place I could think of. Can’t keep em in my stuff cause those assholes have been raiding whoever is on watch or out on runs. They don’t bother checking some of the packs, like yours or Asskicker’s. And I sure as hell didn’t want to put them there.”

Carol wrapped it back up and then laid the bag and its contents at her feet as she plunged her hand deep into her pack. Her fingers found what she was looking for and she donned her most teasing smirk as she held it out for his examination. “You’re not the only one doing it, Daryl. And just for the record, Judith’s bag is where Michonne keeps her stash so you might want to stay away from there in the future.”

His eyes widened, lips moving silently as he read the brand name. “When was you going to tell me?” He asked gruffly. 

Carol shrugged as she tucked the box back into her pack, the brown bag quickly following. “Figured when they were needed would be a good time….like later this afternoon when you promised it would be just us on your afternoon hunt.”

His smile mirrored hers as he caught her meaning. “Yup, that’ll work,” he agreed. “We gotta be careful though or Glenn and Maggie will figure it out.”  

She shook her head, cutting off whatever else he planned to say. “Let em. I know all of their hiding spots anyway.” She grinned as his soft huff of laughter reached her ears before he ambled off. 

caryl  

Optime! 

grizzlyhills:

flightcub:

interretialia:

life-of-a-latin-student:

ratwithoutwings:

i’m so upset

I just realized that the reason ghosts say Boo! is because it’s a latin verb

they’re literally saying ‘I alarm/I am alarming/I do alarm!!

I can’t

present active boōpresent infinitive boāreperfect active boāvīsupine boātum

Recte!

image

if it comes from the latin word, they’re actually saying “I’M YELLING!” which is even cuter

do they speak latin because it’s a dead language