This post is devoted to each brainwashed idiot who says that Real Madrid cares only about money and that club has no passion, that its players are cold-hearted arrogant selfish bastards who don’t give a fuck about each other. So i guess this will be slap in our face. Please, criticize your favorite clubs and STAY AWAY FROM MINE! Look at these gifs and shut the fuck up bitchachos

n-casillas:

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To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

rebasthenewblack:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never

I think I did it wrong…. I’m on mobile

fellawiththehellagoodhair:

"god taylor swift is sooooo annoying and she’s not even talented lmao"

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brilliantcastillo:

how to get away with murder + text posts

Anonymous asked: amy rose please write the muffled against a wall library!sex! your tags put this pit in my stomach and i need it like air! more beautiful words, all the ust. when you have time, or at all of course :)

felicitysmock:

The night before classes start, Erica drags Derek to a house party and he finds himself making out with an extremely attractive guy called Stiles. Stiles of all the names in all the world. It could be a damn fugitive’s name, odd and vague and fitting for the man that leans against the kitchen counter as he talks to Derek, feet turned towards him and pink lips turned up in a smile as they wrap around a beer bottle. Stiles has big, earnest eyes and talks with his hands. He teases Derek about his awkward flirting, and his slightly too short haircut. Derek mocks Stiles’ own messy hair, even as he’s itching to run his fingers through it, and he could tell by the way Stiles’ gaze had dropped constantly to his mouth that he was thinking similar things to Derek. 

Dirty things. 

Things Derek shouldn’t be thinking about when he has class in nine hours. 

Derek’s out of his element as they stumble back to Stiles’ shared house, he’s never really had one night stands, taken his studies seriously, put books first, earned his place at college through hard work and a dusty social life. He’s remarkably okay with pretending to be someone who does this regularly if it means he gets one night of it with Stiles. Stiles rims him on the stairs and they fuck on Stiles’ too small bed. It’s wild and intense and Derek forgets his inhibitions, is loud and laughs when Stiles can’t get his shoes off, clutches the headboard as he rides Stiles, relishes the scrape and the burn and the fast, heady pleasure of it all. 

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You really think I’m that desperate? That you can buy me some takeout and bat your eyes and I’ll get down on my knees like some sad twink.

waitinghopingliving:

nekala-vas-normandy:

takemewherethestreetlightsglow:

all-the-ships-all-of-them:

fevra:

have u ever had a depersonalization moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and think wow this person is me and i have this body and this life and everything feels so strange why am i me and not someone else

YES OTHER PEOPLE FEEL IT TOO

it’s a symptom of anxiety

This happens to me a lot and it’s really jarring.

Shit

draculahs