Jesus.

We work in the dark, to serve the light. We are Assassins!

Here is the first trailer for the #AssassinsCreedMovie

Slash Fic Gothic

You have blond hair, he has brown hair. You always have blond hair, he always has brown hair. You dye your hair brown, but suddenly his hair is blond, and you feel as though maybe you are him, and he is you, and you have blond hair again, and he has brown hair.

His gaze is impossibly fond, his eyes are impossibly blue, he pulls you impossibly closer, your heart beats impossibly fast, the bulge in his pants is impossibly hard, he should maybe get that checked out.

You don’t remember ever working out and yet you look down and see you have a six pack. When you next see yourself in the mirror you have an eight pack. When he takes of your shirt you have ten, twelve abs. You’re scared to look again in case there are more.

His eyes change colour depending on his moods. At first you thought it was a trick of the light, but now you’re not so sure. They switch between blue, green and grey. Once you thought you saw a flicker of red. You make sure to kiss with your eyes closed now.

You’re white, and so is he. Sometimes he’s your enemy, but you still love him, don’t you? Of course, it makes sense. You’re not sure what you like about him, exactly, but there must be something, right? There’s this intangible thing between you, isn’t there? You feel like you may have more chemistry with your non-white friend, but that can’t be right.

You don’t remember taking your clothes off but you’re naked now. Well, all you remember is toeing out of your shoes. You always toe out of them, although you don’t quite know what that means.

Your pronouns mix into a blur and you no longer know where you end and he begins… You reach out your hand to his hand on his arm… your arm… his… You are sitting and he straddles you but is facing away… There are hands everywhere…

THE ACCURACY HURTS.

The best part of any AP test

sealing the Hell Booklet with your sticky Purification Rectangles

the most underrated Vintage Tumblr Meme is that audio post that’s just what makes you beautiful but with laughs

*dumps more caffeinated garbage into my failing corpse* im thriving

so good… so pure….

The Jungle Book (2016)

American Airlines about to get the biggest slam fuckin dunk of all time

Characters singing their previously sweet and happy song in a broken, tear filled voice over the unconscious / dead body of a loved one gives me life…

And breaks me at the same time.

Los Osos High School “accidentally” renamed her Isis… her name is Bayan

The apology issued by the school refers to this as “mis-tagging” and an “incorrect name”, as if that’s all this is. Printing teenage Palestinian Muslim girl’s name in her yearbook as the very people murdering Muslims and fueling islamophobia instead of her actual name is not just an accident or misspelling.

where can i find some self esteem on sale

Did someone say Steam sale

psa if you ever meet me in real life I am really sorry for how much I swear like it’s really not a joke I have a mouth on me like a fuckin sailor and I can usually turn it off around adults but if you’re under thirty five I will likely throw one ‘fuck’ in for every three words that leave my mouth it’s shocking

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KILL ME

This is so surreal it looks fake almost

I wonder if it keeps old white men up at night that the world is run by two black women

I would literally sell every singe one of my possessions for front row tickets to Beyonce with Nicki Minaj