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Pelvic Sorcery

She had a nice face, her booty was in place, but barney don't chase.
My name is Emily. My birthday is October 6th. I'm 17 years old and I'm in many fandoms. My current fandoms are Supernatural, Doctor Who, Glee, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Bones, Marvel, Smallville, Teen Wolf, TVD, and Pretty Little Liars. I live in America in a state called Michigan.

kitten-xoxo:

p-ardiselost:

"My boyfriend/girlfriend won’t let me"
Excuse me
What was that?
LET ?
YOU ¿ 
How lovely congratulations on your 3rd parental guardian”

THIS

its-a-joke-mkay:

fidefortitude:

crofefs:

i love how there is no comments on this everyone just gets the reference

No. No, I don’t get the reference. 300 thousand people have reblogged this without a word, without so much as a tag, because apparently we all get the reference. I fucking don’t. This has passed by my dashboard hundreds of fucking times and nobody ever asks what the fuck it is.
I’m officially terming this post a conspiracy. 300000 people could not just know what this is. You’re all reblogging this to fit in, or because you know it messes with people, or because you’re the fucking Matrix. You’re the Matrix, aren’t you? You’re all a bunch of Mr Smiths living in a world of green code. Well fuck you all and fuck your stupid post. I’m off to save fucking Zion.
Fuck this.

Dude it’s from spongebob

Reblog if you want your followers to anonymously ask you one thing they want to know about you.

Imagine #7 {I'm Derek Hale's Girlfriend}

stileshasmyheart:

Can you do an imagine where the reader goes to the police station ‘cuz derek and chris are there in handcuffs (and she was raised by chris cuz her parents dissapeared) and she fakes being dereks girlfriend so they let her in and he’s all like ‘really? my girlfriend?’ ‘cuz they “hate” eachother…

showandwrite:

Request – Derek Hale “Heartbeat”

You started dreading going over to Derek’s place, but it was the only house the entire pack was gathering now and then, so if you still wanted to see them, you had to. You started noticing it a few months ago. Derek with a half-smile, the moment you were in the same room for more than 5 minutes. You didn’t mind of course, who wouldn’t be flattered when a handsome guy like he was noticing you? But after a while, you started to think it had a different cause. You started to know more about werewolves, more about their supernatural hearing abilities, and you started noticing something about you. You liked him. You really liked him. That was not just something your mind told you, but your heart did the same thing. It reacted on him, it started to beat faster the moment he came near. And he had noticed. You were sure. At least, that was what you were afraid of. He had to be able to hear it, and he wasn’t stupid, so he probably figured it out ages ago, maybe even before you did. But still you went there again tonight. You had had a rough day at work and you could use some distraction. You just planned to stay as far away from Derek as possible when you were in one room, you didn’t need to embarrass yourself any further. You couldn’t know yet how that plan would fail when you rang the doorbell. Derek opened the door, which wasn’t abnormal, but the usual shouts and talking coming from inside were missing. “Where is everybody? It thought they would be here?” “They would.” He stepped aside to let you in. “But I asked them to go elsewhere.” “Where? Then I can go too?” He smiled at you, closed the door behind him. “Why do you think we didn’t tell you? You’ve been avoiding me, and I thought this was a good opportunity to ask why.” You wanted to turn around, to go away, to prevent making a fool of yourself. “Please, talk to me…” He asked you. A small smile appeared on his face. You felt your heart race, and knew it had something to do with that. He put his hand above your heart, showing that he had indeed noticed. “Let your mouth say what your heart already betrays for such a long time.” You looked at him, took the hand he put on your heart in your hand. “I think you already know… I like you Derek…” You let go of his hand. “And now I’m going… that’s probably best for both of us.” But he didn’t let you. He took your hand back in his, refused to just let you walk out of there. “Don’t… haven’t you ever considered I feel the same?” Now it was his turn to put your hand on his heart, and you felt it beating, fast, not like you’d expect from a trained man like he was. “Your heart isn’t the only one telling tales…” You felt the beat of his heart as a mirror from your own. He put his free hand on your heart again. “They both try to tell us something…”