Gone with the Fairies

June42012

June32012

Cultural appropriation?

I want to ask some questions about it, but I’m too afraid I’ll offend both the folks who feel avoiding cultural appropriation is being too PC, and the folks who feel no tolerance should be given to the subject.

Is there anywhere I can go without half of tumblr getting their pitchforks out (for either reason)? Someone who knows about this stuff?

1PM

chemcrazydame:

wait, you asshole

oh my
i do believe i am getting the vapours

Illustration bioshock gaming

11AM

(Source: sequinedstuds)

art nature

June22012

(via dryalantha)

art fantasy nature

June12012

blackfromthegray:

Ah, what the heck. There’s very little Kurgan on here anyway.

men video stills highlander

7PM

brb going to hell

Guardian says: I actually read about something called a finger trap where a girl is taking it from the front and the back and she can't get out because they've wedged her inbetween.
Guardian says: By the way, Raz and Loki are doing that to you, right now.
BoboBagbins says: ssoiejgsgjiosgjorigjodrgjrd
Guardian says: Question is
Guardian says: which one would be at the front
Guardian says: Would it be Loki, so he can use his magic as you look up at him to dazzle you
Guardian says: or would it be Raz to use his psychic powers to caress you in your mind while he strokes your hair
Bobo Bagbins says: Question is, where are X and Cube in all this
Guardian says: Buying groceries
Bobo Bagbins says: i think id like raz at the front best
Bobo Bagbins says: </cry>
Bobo Bagbins says: loki is taller, he could reach... things
Bobo Bagbins says: i think raz would still be a short little bastard as an adult and oh god why am i even having this conversation
Guardian says: besides
Guardian says: X is more of a one person show with his buster
Bobo Bagbins says: that's what the ladies call it!

life as seen by Hanna

1PM

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

sparksmcgee:

sweetscottishcherub:

melwantsalokihug:

Tom Hiddleston’s glorious moans.

hELP

(via puellaloki)

(7,063 plays)

men

11AM

prum:

Obsession #012-D

art

1AM

artisticparasaurolophus:

knivesandebony:

WELP.

fucking

switched

roles

i like this post

i like it A LOT

GOOD GOD RAZ

NNNNG <3

THIS IS HOW I SEES HIM <3 <3 LOVELVOELOVELVOE

psychonauts Fanart gaming

12AM

“Papa?”
“Yes?”
“Are we a family?”
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to hear it from the source.
“Of course,” Papa responded, with the same confidence he’d give a diagnosis.
“That’s not what Henri Jourdain next door said…”
“Ozornaya!” Papa exclaimed. “Already talking with boys.”
“He says it’s not the same.” I played with his tie. “Because you and Daddy are men.”
Papa was silent for what seemed like hours.
I moved quickly to reason through it. “But Mr. Jourdain gives Mrs. Jourdain after-dinner kisses…” I posited - “… and you give Daddy after-dinner kisses.”
“That’s right,” Papa responded, the smile gone from his face.
“So I don’t understand!” I insisted.
I waited for an explanation with facts. Data. The way I’d come to expect I’d learn from him. But this time he smoothed my hair back, took a breath and continued down the hall.
“Henri is wrong.”
Just like that. He was wrong. No doubt. No attempt to replicate the results. Total certainty of error.
“So does that make Daddy Mrs. Razdelnikov, or you Mrs. Sapphire?”
“Come on, milaya. Time for bed.”

asfsrghrfgsihrg precious <3

“Papa?”

“Yes?”

“Are we a family?”

I couldn’t help it. I wanted to hear it from the source.

“Of course,” Papa responded, with the same confidence he’d give a diagnosis.

“That’s not what Henri Jourdain next door said…”

“Ozornaya!” Papa exclaimed. “Already talking with boys.”

“He says it’s not the same.” I played with his tie. “Because you and Daddy are men.”

Papa was silent for what seemed like hours.

I moved quickly to reason through it. “But Mr. Jourdain gives Mrs. Jourdain after-dinner kisses…” I posited - “… and you give Daddy after-dinner kisses.”

“That’s right,” Papa responded, the smile gone from his face.

“So I don’t understand!” I insisted.

I waited for an explanation with facts. Data. The way I’d come to expect I’d learn from him. But this time he smoothed my hair back, took a breath and continued down the hall.

“Henri is wrong.”

Just like that. He was wrong. No doubt. No attempt to replicate the results. Total certainty of error.

“So does that make Daddy Mrs. Razdelnikov, or you Mrs. Sapphire?”

“Come on, milaya. Time for bed.”