everythingsbetterwithbisexuals:

overtheadriatic:

sadisticbrit:

peter capaldi is a blessing on this world

Oh god I was so worried about this too

The more he talks about this upcoming season and the stuff he won’t put up with, the more I’m starting to believe he killed Steven Moffat and keeps telling everyone he’s on vacation while writing all his episodes himself.

Me looking at the new cast members for GoT season 5:

robotmoxie:

"no, we want to put a different character in our movie!" the animator screams

but it’s too late

rapunzel has stormed the office and is knocking over furniture

"give me the helmet," she snarls, shaking a mocap actor by the ping-pong balls

noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.


Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.


As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”


Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.


“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

….

DICK

ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

so I found Lost Girl on Netflix and I’m like five minutes in aND ITS ALREADY 800000000x BETTER THAN SUPERNATURAL HOLY SHIT

skunkandburningtires:

First Look: Song of the Sea, the new film from the director of Secret of Kells

Tomm Moore, director of the magical, beautiful The Secret of Kells, is back with a new film, Song of the Sea

According to Moore, Song of the Sea “is the story of Saoirse, the last Selkie child, and her brother Ben. When their mother disappears  they are sent away to live with their grandmother in the city. But on Halloween night they decide to sneak away to get back home to their lighthouse by the sea. On their journey they encounter the forgotten creatures of a fading folklore, and discover that Saoirses song is the key to their survival; however, Saoirse cannot sing or even speak without her Selkie coat, which their father has taken from her for fear of losing her like their mother before her. So it becomes a sort of race against time to reunite her with her coat and save the fairyfolk.”

The film takes inspiration from the mythological Selkies of Irish folklore, who live as seals in the sea but become humans on land. The film features the voices of Brendan Gleeson, Fionnula Flanagan, David Rawle, Lisa Hannigan, Pat Shortt and Jon Kenny. Music is by composer Bruno Coulais and Irish band Kíla, both of whom previously collaborated on The Secret of Kells.

Song of the Sea will be released in the US this fall by GKIDS.

For more info — and THE TRAILER! — check out Animation Scoop’s great interview with Tomm Moore and the film’s official website.

LinkedIn is super terrifying and makes me feel so inadequate holy shit

freckledtrash:

Disney’s The Jungle Book cast so far: Neel Sethi as Mowgli, Ben Kingsley as the voice of Bagheera, Lupita Nyong’o as the voice of Rakcha, Scarlett Johansson as the voice of Kaa and Idris Elba as the voice of Shere Khan (x x x x)

YO, THIS IS A REAL THING THAT IS HAPPENING

And not only is the cast amazing, but the film is going to be a mixture of live-action and animation (a-la Mary Poppins). Neel Seth (Mowgli),is going to be the only live-action actor and everyone else’s characters will be animated AND I COULD NOT BE MORE EXCITED.

thirliewhirl:

girls, who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point, should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise

· gpoy

DON’T REMIND ME ABOUT BEANIE BABIES I’ll have war flashbacks to the day my psyche cracked and I ripped off all their tags in a flurry of heated RAGE

I ripped the tags off the moment I got most of them, rendering them completely useless before they even had a chance.

I can still remember the vivid shame behind my parents’ eyes.