Goddamn Assassin’s Creed Series

(Source: officialaidenpearce)

anonymous-dudette:

I’m glad that Ferguson is getting attention, seriously I am, but I haven’t seen ONE post about what is happening over seas. Not even one post about the pictures above. Children are being beheaded and dragged into the streets where they are then shot because their families are Christian. Women are being raped and murdered. Men are being murdered. PEOPLE are dying. It’s a Christian Holocaust. And I haven’t seen anything on Tumblr.

Why aren’t any of you furious about this?! Where’s the “social justice?” ISIS is murdering people who don’t convert to Islam (yes, I know they’re extremists and not all Muslims are like that. Save yourself the rant) but I really want to know why this hasn’t been given the attention it deserves.

orlandobloomers:

me: stop being racist please

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

voldemort: let me be your ruler
death eaters: (ruler)

schweinski + text posts (insp)


god,i love this man.

god,i love this man.

Novak Djokovic & Grigor Dimitrov do their best Maria Sharapova impressions [x]

Grigor Dimitrov completes the ALS Ice Bucket challenge. (x)

Thank you all for nominating me for the ALS ice bucket challenge. I now nominate @MariaSharapova, Chris Kermode and @darren_cahill. You guys have 24 hours! Thanks boys for smacking me with that bucket!!!

gyzym:

lmnpnch:

Nebula and Gamora: adopted sisters, daughters of Thanos.

A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THE FILM THAT COULD HAVE BEEN, Nebula always turning her head to the side, rounding her shoulders, even her posture screaming I’m ready, let me prove myself to you, and Gamora, head high, facing forward, smirk always curling the edges of her mouth, Try it, fucker, I dare you. The two of them as teenagers, sharing space in one too-small shuttle pod, ferried to or from wherever their next training destination was, Gamora using her warm fingertips to trace dirty pictures into the condensation on the window while Nebula laughed softy along. The dark rage in Nebula’s eyes as Gamora clung to the door of their bedroom, pleading, It doesn’t have to be this way, he’s not our father, we don’t owe him anything, and the way they both replayed that moment in their heads, after — how it all could have gone so different. Nebula’s cold fury dissipating in the face of Gamora’s flinty defiance, the way she looks into her sister’s eyes and says, Kill me, fucker, I dare you; Gamora’s smirk twisting down into an honest smile, months later, to see Nebula walking towards her across a mostly deserted shuttle bay, head high, shoulders squared, peace like sweet birdsong in the hollow of her throat.