Reasons why October is the best month:
- Cold but dry weather
- Everything is pretty colours
- Pumpkin pie
- Pumpkin coffee
- Everything being made to look spooky
- Horror movies on TV all the time
- Jumper weather
- Dressing up as scary things
- Hot drinks
- Lots of sweets
The smell of dying leaves
If u don’t like October get the FUCK outta my house
(Source: this-tragic-affair, via echolovelygreen)
being alone with your friends parents
Okay, in celebration of 150+ followers, I’m going to do a quick little giveaway! The winner will get their choice of a drawing of their character in AT style or a set of 20 icons of the character of their choice!
So, rules are pretty simple!
♪ must already be following me
♪ reblogs only
♪ one entry per person ok? trusting you guys on this
♪ no personal blog reblogs
♪ if you follow me just for this it won’t count
If you follow me just for this, I won’t even count you in this dudes. Also no personalYou have from now until Midnight PST (3 am EST) to enter! Good luck dumplings!
[ neVER SHIP WITH ME I WILL BUG YOU CONSTANTLY WITH IDEAS AND HEADCANONS AND LITTLE SCENES I IMAGINE RIGHT BEFORE I FALL ASLEEP AND I WILL REBLOG PICTURES OF YOUR MUSE AND DRAW PICTURES OF OUR THREADS AND MAKE GIFSETS EVEN IF IT’S A CROSSOVER SHIP AND I WON’T STOP UNTIL YOU LIVE AND BREATHE THE SHIPS AS MUCH AS I DO AND WHEN I’M DONE YOU WILL FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY SHIPS ARE NAMED AFTER PEOPLE ]
(Source: soeuratous, via ask-the-stone-queen)
If you can show me a man that looks better than Richard Armitage in military uniform I will give you my first born
I see your Tennant and raise you Hiddleston and Cumberbatch
i see your hiddleston and cumberbatch and raise you ackles
I acknowledge your Ackles and raise you Rogers
BAM GERARD WAY
Have a Sebastian Stan
(Source: majestickili, via echolovelygreen)
◕‿◕✿ those ships that ruin you so much that you think about them in the middle of the night and want them to live happily ever after in their own tiny corner of the world but the masochist in you keeps giving you plots for angst that ultimately end up in either a break up or death. ◕‿◕✿
(Source: dirtydangerdanrps, via sanguisuuga)
"Fionna! PG taught me how to make cookies!" He proudly boasted, presenting the slightly burnt batch of the chocolate chip treat. "The burned... but they're still chewy." The elemental was almost a year into learning English, picking up on it quick, with a thick Fire Kingdom accent and everything else he was taught.
"FP, my dude, you are a lifesaver.”
Reaching for a cookie, Fionna grinned, before taking a large, unladylike bite, and then immediately reaching for another with her empty hand while she finished the first.
Fionna flushes heatedly alongside him, stuffing her mouth full of pasta as a distraction, head ducked as she chews, cheeks bright red. After a moment of trying to get herself back under control, she prods at the remainder of her pasta idly, shaking her head.
"The thing with my hair wasn’t your fault dude, you know that. And it’s okay, you’d never met anyone who wasn’t fire. No big, you know?"
She never had blamed him either. Really, parts of her getting burned or sliced or bruised… those were all hazards of her chosen occupation. There was no point in blaming anyone but herself for anything that happened to her while she was trying to save them. That wasn’t a very heroic thing to do, either. Reaching out, she halts before she can actually touch his hand, hovering over it gently, wishing she could comfort him a bit better. His mention of a nap makes her smile, small but honest (he really was raised by cats, wasn’t he?) and she shakes her head.
"I gotta get on that mission, FP. But maybe after…?"
Of course, they’d probably be napping far, far away from each other, but still. It was the thought, wasn’t it?
"I’m still going with you. Even if there’s water involved. I can nap after."
He toyed with the melted fork. It was still usable until he was done. He popped another forkful into his mouth. His heated being melted the cheese more, keeping the pasta at the temperature it was at. It was a trick he discovered while testing sweet foods with Prince Gumball.
It was kinda hilarious. Both of them were raised by cats. One knew fluent cat-speak, while the other didn’t know a lick of the language. One would think they were almost destined to meet.
Twirling his fork in what he had left, his cheeks brightened. “I know. I can’t help but feel bad. Cake screamed at me when I did it. B-but you also looked beautiful with long hair.” Amber eyes averted the heroine’s blue ones, the fork melting further into his hand. “N-Not that y-you don’t l-look beautiful n-now!”
Stuffing the last bite into his mouth, Flame Prince jolted up, taking the bowl over to the sink. He nearly tripped over his own two feet. “S-So, u-uh-” He grabbed the green backpack on the couch, setting it on the table. “Ready to go?”
The elemental stepped over to the window. “We need to go to the northern mountains. Up there is supposed to be a huge lake that’s covered by clouds. My friend Ocean Prince knows them. He gave me this map that leads from the tree house to the lake.”
He pulled out a fire proof map out of his pocket, unfolding it. “He marked places we should go to get there faster. There’s an entrance to the Cloud Kingdom nearby, but… how are you with heights?”