when i see really attractive people i just laugh because i know if we lived in the aztec culture they’d be sacrificed to the gods for their beauty
That’s a very strange way of coping with not being really attractive.
works for me
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Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles over the ghost town. Wind blows across the desert sand, bushes flying in it’s teeth as Aang, the last Airbender fights for his life. The stage is set. Azula, Zuko and Iroh are attacking. Katara, Sokka, Toph and Aang defend. Full-powers, no Avatar-form.
Meanwhile on the Argo II…
"Jason, Percy, can’t you two weather-machines do something about this storm?" Piper yelled out, trying to walk across the reeling deck of the Argo II. "It’s seriously messing with my instruments, guys. Cut it out." Leo was not amused by the boys. Jason and Percy had been jabbing at each other ever since the group left on their "Prophecy of 7" quest. It hadn’t escalated to blows being exchanged…until now.
Annabeth didn’t quite know *why* the two hated each other so much, but at the same time, she did. The boys had the same style of relationship that Thalia/Percy had shared, with the added tension of the Greek-Roman blood rivalry. Plus, the whole “impending Giant-caused doom” thing didn’t exactly help. Annabeth sighed. She could tell she wasn’t going to calm the boys down…their rage wasn’t entirely their own. It stemmed from centuries of bloody war between their species, along with the ancient Zeus/Poseidon rivalry. She’d better go find Piper to charm-speak the two idiots down.
“You wanna try me, Eagle-boy?” Percy’s eyes were filled with fury, with a loathing that seemed to come from the blackest parts of his soul. He wasn’t even entirely sure from whence it came…but it was there. “I beat your sister, and she’s better at zapping stuff than you are.” Not precisely true…but hey, Jason didn’t know that.
Jason’s sky-blue eyes stared at Percy, as clear as a summer sky, bolts of electricity zipping across his irises. “I don’t care who you are, or who you think you are back at Camp Halfblood,” he said slowly. “Here, you’re in my turf. I am the son of JUPITER!” He raised his hands on that last word, and, as if on queue, lightning arced the sky from one horizon to the other. Percy snarled a savage oath, “As to Diavlo, pretty-boy. Let’s dance.” [Go to hell]. Anaklusmos sprung from it’s pen as Jason’s gladius came out. Electricity charged the air as the two swung at each other. Just then, Piper came on deck. “JASON”, she cried out of instinct, out of fear. Her words, charged with the power of charmspeak rang across the deck as the two blades struck. There was a jolt, a jarring thud that shook the entire boat…then they dropped.
The Beliebers have declared war on the Supernatural fandom, and incidentally, on the whole of the Fandom Collective
Too long has the heel of the Beliebers ground into our backs; too long has their festering fetid breath befouled the air of all fandoms alike. It is time to RISE! Rise as the Bat, rise as the Phoenix! Let regeneration energy course through our fandoms as a cohesive unit and send “Love from the Fandoms” to the Beliebers. Let us bring their reign of tyranny CRASHING down! They shall look on the face of the Fandom Collective they shall watch as the Beast that is Tumblr rises from their darkest nightmares and they shall know fear.
*begins breathing heavily* I’m watching Sarah Connor Chronicles for the first time, when, around the corner…RIVER TAM! ASDFL:KJSDF! I’d forgotten she was in this show!
TO FIGHT THE BELIEBERS’ “SUPERNATURAL BOYCOTT” I AM OFFICIALLY ASKING EVERYONE NO MATTER WHAT FANDOM THEY ARE IN TO WATCH SUPERNATURAL THIS TUESDAY AT 9/8c. HOPEFULLY WE CAN GIVE THE SHOW RATINGS BOOST INSTEAD. PLEASE PASS THIS ON!!
Guys, btw, this is an actual insult
if he calls your mother a hamster, it indicates that she is a fast-breeding rodent— you can get the insult there
and if he says your father smelt of elderberries, well, wine was primarily made from elderberries in the time of king arthur. he’s calling his dad a drunk
What kills me about this is how such a small thing makes Dean light up like a little kid because he obvious doesn’t get presents ever.
welcome to Supernatural where we take everything and make it pain
Dude, we live and breathe pain.
*violent ugly sobbing*