Anonymous asked:

SO I HAD A RANDOM THOUGHT THAT MADE ME HAPPY: WHAT IF ELSA IS ASEXUAL? Modern obsessions with sex scandals/scenes in EVERY SINGLE TV show leave us aces kinda grasping at straws for representation. So this thought made me happy. ASEXUAL ELSA IS HEADCANON. YAY!!! *skips into sunset*

OMGGGGGG nonnie i like this headcanon so much!! lkadgl;kdj;glj 

ACE ELSA. ahhhh I love it! We should signal boost this like the Steve Rogers is bi thing, lol.  Elsa is ace. 

Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.

Marwa Rakha (The Poison Tree)

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cpnblowfish:

SH – stairway to mind palace

Drawing finally done! Started 3 months ago, It took a way longer than I expected. I thought that drawing in white on black would be easier but not at all. The thing is, to have white really really white, I had to draw so many times that I’ve lost count (I killed 3 entire pencils to achieve it.)

The process was so long also because of the large size of the drawing; the principal difficulty was to do all these different lightings and shadows. My favourite part was to draw Sherlock climbing the stairs; I loved to draw the shadow on his coat and the staircase. But I didn’t enjoy so much drawing the hair of the profile, it drove me crazy! I was really happy when I put my signature at the end.

Credit to Ian Derry for the 2 wonderful reference photos I’ve used:

He also inspired me the idea for the composition of the drawing with this post.

See here, the work in progress:

White and light grey pencils on black paper - size 65x50cm (26”x20”)

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

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pauldehaan:

When someone asks you if you’re ‘Team Peeta’ or ‘Team Gale’

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When someone takes a powerful story about unjust governments, the strength and weakness of a young girl thrust into a violent and terrifying world, and young children being forced to kill each other to make a ‘point’t, and turns it into a fucking love story. 

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