Found an old PC monitor, decorated a little
What website is that
tumblr you moron
Your name is ELSALA ARENDE - though you prefer to go by ELSA - and you have a DANGEROUS SECRET.
Despite your blood making you HEIRESS TO THE EMPIRE, you harbor a MUTATION that you must hide - in addition to the minor one which affects your hair’s pigmentation. Typically, highbloods are stronger and more durable at the expense of a lack of the powers lowbloods possess; however, you are WEAK AND FRAIL AS A LOWBLOOD and possess a power of your own: THE POWER TO CONTROL ICE AND COLD.
Perhaps your mutation might not be so bad were it not THE CAUSE FOR YOUR EVERYDAY FEAR AND PARANOIA. After all, as heiress to the EMPRESS’S THRONE, she could come to challenge you any day - and you know that you would not stand a chance against her. When you were younger, you had your LUSUS to protect you; but your lusus has been dead for a while now, so there is NOTHING LEFT TO ENSURE YOUR SAFETY.
Not even your MOIRAIL is aware of your powers - and you are fortunate that she is not. Two sweeps ago, you LOST CONTROL of them and hurt her, killing her lusus in the process, but she did not remember any of what had happened upon waking up, and you are content to leave things that way.
Your CRIPPLING FEAR of your powers becoming known has caused you to lead an altogether boring life in order to CONCEAL THEM, locking yourself away in your room and trying to teach yourself NOT TO FEEL. Thankfully, you have your HUSKTOP and can still maintain contact with the outside world so long as you DON’T LET YOUR EMOTIONS GET THE BETTER OF YOU. (You’ve ruined a husktop or two that way before.)
Your name is NYANNA DELINN, but your friends usually just call you ANNA.
You are of ROYAL BLOOD and moirail to none other than the HEIRESS HERSELF, or at least you’re supposed to be. But you two haven’t really had any real feelings jams for a while now - or physical contact at all, really. Two sweeps ago, she LOCKED HERSELF AWAY for reasons unbeknowst to you in her HIVE, a large castle built on an island in the middle of the sea. You didn’t want her to be alone, so you decided to STAY IN THE CASTLE WITH HER.
You still don’t ever see her, because she NEVER LEAVES HER ROOM, but you hunt for food for the both of you in the surrounding waters - thankfully, she seems okay with the idea of opening her door for long enough to accept your offers of food - and basically just spend your downtime GOOFING AROUND ON YOUR HUSKTOP. You don’t have much else to do with your time, after all. Frankly, it’s a little boring.
Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad if you could just TALK TO HER, but even during the rare times when she is willing to at least chat with you on Trollian, she is DISTANT AT BEST. You aren’t going to give up, though - she’s your MOIRAIL, and YOU CARE ABOUT HER. You just need to get her to understand that somehow!
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
Yes I did reblog this 6 times. Your lucky if this isn’t on your dash everyday.
hot showers with loud music is the reason i love life
Having to do thing and resisting Tumblr like
Being on Tumblr like
Finally getting off of Tumblr like
Still having to do thing like
IF ANYONE EVER TELLS YOU THAT SUCKER PUNCH IS AIMLESS ALMOST-PORN FOR NERD BOYS YOU PUNCH THEM RIGHT IN THE THROAT BECAUSE THAT IS THE FURTHEST FROM THE TRUTH. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO TELL YOU ABOUT THIS GODDAMN MOVIE.
THIS MOVIE IS SO FUCKING SELF-EMPOWERING, SO MIND-TWISTING WITH LAYERS AND LAYERS OF SETTING UNTIL YOU’RE LOST TO WHAT’S REAL AND WHAT’S FAKE. THESE GIRLS WHO ARE BEING PROSTITUTED AGAINST THEIR WILL FIGHT TO TAKE BACK THEIR BODIES THE ONLY WAY THEY CAN AND THEY WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THEY’RE FREE.
THE MUSIC IN THIS MOVIE MAKES YOU WANT TO SLAY A PLANET OF ZOMBIES AND KICK-ASS BOOTS AND SEQUINED SKIRTS BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT’S ABOUT. THESE GIRLS FUCKING DESTROY EVERYTHING IN THEIR PATHS IN MINI-SKIRTS THAT THEY KNOW THEY LOOK MORE BADASS THAN DEAN WINCHESTER IN AND THEY USE IT TO THEIR FUCKING ADVANTAGE AND IF YOU DON’T THINK THAT’S THE COOLEST SHIT I HOPE YOU HAVE TO RUN ACROSS A FIELD OF LEGOS AND PICK OUT EVERY SINGLE WHITE TWO-PIECE YOU LITTLE SHIT
I was gonna reblog it anyway because of the gif set but then I read the post and broke my hand over the reblog button.
During the early 20th century residents of Fort Bragg, California chose to dispose of their waste by hurling it off the cliffs above a beach. No object was too toxic or too large as household appliances, automobiles, and all matter of trash were tossed into the crashing waves below, eventually earning it the name The Dumps. In 1967 the North Coast Water Quality Board closed the area completely and initiated a series of cleanups to slowly reverse decades of pollution and environmental damage. But there was one thing too costly (or perhaps impossible) to tackle: the millions of tiny glass shards churning in the surf. Over time the unrelenting ocean waves have, in a sense, cleansed the beach, turning the sand into a sparkling, multicolored bed of smooth glass stones now known as Glass Beach. The beach is now an unofficial tourist attraction and the California State Park System has gone so far as purchasing the property and incorporating it into surrounding MacKerricher State Park. (images courtesy digggs, matthew high, meganpru, lee rentz)
My mother’s mother lived in Half Moon Bay in California for many years, and visiting her always meant going beachcombing for “sea glass”; I still have a bowl full of it somewhere, since she saved all the best pieces for me. :)
I always feel like I should apologize for my personal posts, but then I realize that I have Ultimate Blog Power. I can write an essay about how sad I am and then post ten pictures of dogs rollerblading. You can’t stop me.
From now on i’ll only accept anon hate in morse code
You better watch your fucking tone or i’m calling the cops
SWEAT JOKES *jazz hands*