ZThemes

"just you and me"

"just you."

monotone wannabe delinquent trash
+ Adrian + 17 + German +
insp. blog: varulvens.tumblr.com
Posts can be NSFW/ gory/ bloody or horror related but are always tagged. I also post fanart and maybe sometimes my original artwork. FANDOMS: Marvel/ DC, Game of Thrones, Mass Effect, TF2 and video games in general.

evra-tf2:

gelegenheits-stalker:

but first lemme take a selfie

best cosplay selfie i ever took

Miss Pauling: gelegenheits-stalker
BLU Scout: wodansson
RED Scout: skalden

yeeeeees good cosplays <333

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queerhawkeye:

queerhawkeye:

do it for the vine”, kate says, and clint gets his bow confiscated and a three month suspension personally signed by nick fury

#it’s great because six seconds is about as long as things ever go right for clint barton (x)

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orlandobloomers:

me: stop being racist please

family:  listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….

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Each of the Seven embodies all of the Seven, Septon Osmynd had told her once. There was as much beauty in the Crone as in the Maiden, and the Mother could be fiercer than the Warrior when her children were in danger.

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Tagged #got #queue

Ballet vs Circus

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widowsledger:

"The girl should be screaming in terror. But my wind carries her voice to me…and she’s laughing."

Storm #01

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What are you? ♦
What are you? 
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wrexcellent:

i didnt really feel like i “beat” mass effect 3 i felt like mass effect 3 beat me

posted Vor 22 Stundenvia©reblog
thiselvenmaiden:

I discovered the writer, Leo Tolstoy, in a muddy ditch that held more blood than rain. One of the soldiers loved his words— and then, so did I. “All, everything that I understand,” he wrote, “I understand only because I love.” That was so many years ago. But words on a page didn’t teach me that lesson. I learned it on my own. I learned it in trenches with bullets flying overhead; pressed back to back with grizzled starving men who would have laid down their lives for mine. I learned it from a ribbon tied around my ring finger. I learned it from a kick inside my belly. I learned it from death, and hardship, and brief acts of inexplicable kindness. I learned love from sacrifice. I learned love from living. And no matter where I’ve gone, or what I’ve done— all the dark things I do not regret, but will never speak of— that is the one part of me that I have always kept safe.Tolstoy will live forever. Some people do. But that’s not enough. It’s not the lenght of a life that matters…just the depth of it. The chances we take. The paths we choose. How we go on after our hearts break. Hearts always break. And so we bend with our hearts. And we sway. But in the end…what matters is that we loved…and lived.

Black Widow #5 (2010)

thiselvenmaiden:

I discovered the writer, Leo Tolstoy, in a muddy ditch that held more blood than rain. One of the soldiers loved his words— and then, so did I. “All, everything that I understand,” he wrote, “I understand only because I love.” That was so many years ago. But words on a page didn’t teach me that lesson. I learned it on my own. I learned it in trenches with bullets flying overhead; pressed back to back with grizzled starving men who would have laid down their lives for mine. I learned it from a ribbon tied around my ring finger. I learned it from a kick inside my belly. I learned it from death, and hardship, and brief acts of inexplicable kindness. I learned love from sacrifice. I learned love from living. And no matter where I’ve gone, or what I’ve done— all the dark things I do not regret, but will never speak of— that is the one part of me that I have always kept safe.Tolstoy will live forever. Some people do. But that’s not enough. It’s not the lenght of a life that matters…just the depth of it. The chances we take. The paths we choose. How we go on after our hearts break. Hearts always break. And so we bend with our hearts. And we sway. But in the end…what matters is that we loved…and lived.

Black Widow #5 (2010)

posted Vor 23 Stundenvia©reblog

I hope I die before I get old

I hope I die before I get old

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