oscar worthy

"As a child I never heard one woman say to me, “I love my body.” Not my mother, my elder sister, my best friend. No one woman has ever said, “I am so proud of my body.” So I make sure to say it to Mia, because a positive physical outlook has to start at an early age."
— Kate Winslet  (via tobeheal-ed)

benjaminhargreeves:

thedoctorknits:

i-effed-it-all-up:

im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story

all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying

SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU

Hey kids this is a symptom of depression

  • emma: killian?
  • emma: *knock knock knock-knock knock*
  • emma: do you wanna see my magiiiiiiiic?
  • emma: come on just look my waaaaay
  • emma: we're never flirting anymore
  • emma: come out the door
  • emma: it's like you've gone awaaaaaay
  • emma: we used to be so flirty
  • emma: and now we're not
  • emma: i wish you would tell me whyyyyyyyyyyy
  • emma: do you wanna see my magiiiiiiiiic?
  • emma: it doesn't have to be my magiiiiiiiiiic
  • hook: bad form, swan
  • emma: okay byeeeeeeee

omg I just realized that when the scientists find out about Helena and Sarah being twins they are going to have a field day…

Twins…raised in different environments…the nature element of nature vs nuture is completely disregardable…look at how completely different they are…

(sry, i get its a show…i’m just science nerd analyzing tv shows like I always seem to do)

a t u r e  under constraint and  v e x e d

lichtenstrange:

prenons:

Prince George receives a giant stuffed wombat from Australia’s Governor General. 
In other news, George and the Wombat sounds like an excellent new children’s book series.


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lichtenstrange:

prenons:

Prince George receives a giant stuffed wombat from Australia’s Governor General. 

In other news, George and the Wombat sounds like an excellent new children’s book series.

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"I don’t know which I’m more excited to see: Hook and Emma’s True Love’s Kiss or the fandom’s reaction to it."
cracks-in-the-glass:

~ I made a thing
I know we’re all pretty much just waiting for these two to talk to each other without holding anything back, and when it happens, it’s going to be so damn wonderful. It’s happening people, I’m telling you. (◕‿◕✿)
DO NOT REPOST (anywhere! INCLUDING FANART FRIDAY…I don’t want it there (yet) just please, I’ll tweet it when I’m ready XD), or I will murder you to death!

cracks-in-the-glass:

~ I made a thing

  • I know we’re all pretty much just waiting for these two to talk to each other without holding anything back, and when it happens, it’s going to be so damn wonderful. It’s happening people, I’m telling you. (◕‿◕✿)

DO NOT REPOST (anywhere! INCLUDING FANART FRIDAY…I don’t want it there (yet) just please, I’ll tweet it when I’m ready XD), or I will murder you to death!

asweetdeception:

shipsnthenight:

malevolentqueen:

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#This is why I thank all the gods in heaven that Leopold wasn’t Zelena’s father #Regina would have been her sister’s mother

My head hurts. This goddamn family tree.

oncepromised:

requested by oursharedmoment | captain swan & darcy and elizabeth

Fic: Full of surprises

bellakitse:

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*disclaimer: I don’t hunt, so not sure how realistic that part is, sorry*

*

Clarke finds him at the edge of their camp sitting on a rock, his jacket next to him, a knife in hand. She watches him as he sharpens a piece of wood, fining the end into a deadly point, his hands sure and capable with every swipe of his knife, his face frowned as he concentrates.

“You are drilling a hole into me with that stare, Clarke,” he comments not bothering to look up, startling her out of distraction with his comment. “What are you doing over here?”

Clarke shrugs as she walks up closer and stands in front of him, it forces him to look up from where he’s sitting. “I have to get some more medicinal plants, we’re running low and knowing this group’s luck we’ll be needing them sooner rather later.”

Bellamy gives her a small amused smirk as he shakes his head. “You really are cheerful glass half-full kind of girl aren’t you?” he teases.

Clarke rolls her eyes at him out of habit, but doesn’t take offense at the joke, it doesn’t hold malice as it would have a couple of weeks ago when they were at each other’s throat. Everything they’ve been through lately, Wells and Atom’s deaths, Charlotte, exiling Murphy, Octavia being taken has shown all of them; the two of them more than any, that if they want to survive they’d have to start to getting along and work together. Something that was surprisingly becoming easier and easier between them as they realizes that for all their head butting he and she were a lot alike. “I’m a realist.”

Bellamy laughs softly as he looks at her, there is a teasing glint in his brown eyes that warms her more than the noon sun ever could. “That’s one word for it.”

“Whatever,” Clarke mumbles, hoping she doesn’t look as flustered as she feels. With getting along has come the realization that now that the animosity is out of the way she is very aware that Bellamy is a good looking guy. Add the way he looks at her sometimes and she’s left feeling every much like a girl with a crush. “What are you working on?”

Bellamy nods to the space next to him on the rock and she takes it as the invitation it is and sits next to him. As she does she can’t help but notice that the heat of the day and whatever he’s been working on has left him a bit sweaty and very warm next to her, she curbs the urge to lean in closer. “So?” she asks again her voice coming out in a squeak, nervously she licks her lips, blushing slightly as he tracks the movement without concern at being obvious. “Bellamy?”

Bellamy watches her for another moment, studying her in that intense way of his before turning to get something behind them. She stares as she takes in the weapon he produces, he’s not the first at camp to make a bow, but unlike the crude misshaped ones some of the kids in their camp have taken to carrying these days, this one has been made with care and dedication. “It’s beautiful,” she says softly. “How long have you been working on this?”

“A while.”

“It’s amazing, Bellamy,” she says honestly, her eyes widening when she sees the beginning of a blush on his rough cheeks.

“Yeah…well,” he motions. “Your herbs aren’t the only thing we are running low on, food is another, I was going to go hunting. I was just finishing some arrows.”

“Alone?” Clarke asks concerned.

Bellamy nods, “People are busy, besides since Murphy…”

“Yeah,” Clarke nods in understanding, while Bellamy is still obviously the leader, ever since they exiled Murphy, his old group of followers weren’t going out of their way to be around the eldest Blake.

“Its fine, Clarke.”

Clarke shakes her head. “You shouldn’t go by yourself, it can be dangerous.”

Bellamy raises an eyebrow at that. “Didn’t know you cared so much princess, that’s sweet.”

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lauralaufeyson:

Sorry for the delay - I just finished my exams and thus my first year of university! Woo! Definitely pumped to have more time to write (and watch tv, of course). This part isn’t the longest but I just wanted to give you something to let you know I hadn’t dropped the story c: Thank you so much for…