True silly love ^.^

Dead Indiana Jones boyfriend =)

Gabriel (from the movie “Constantine”) costume. Turned out rather neat, I think ^.^

I put the little posters up around the party ;)

My lovely boyfriend was Undead Indiana Jones (also known as Doctor Snakes-Why-Did-It-Have-To-Be-Snakes Jones)

The bracelets say:
Passion 
Sorrow 
Anger 
Joy 
Love 
Hate 
Wonder 
Depression 
Sadness 
Indifference 
Empathy 
Remorse 
Curiosity 
Rage 
Fear 
Compassion 
Creativity 
Brutality 
Weakness 
Strength 
Madness 
Desperation 
Melancholia 
Awareness

Prop for my Halloween costume (tiny script in lower right corner: “You’re fucked”). We’re going to an early Halloween party tonight, I as Gabriel, husband as Undead Indiana Jones (also known as Doctor Snakes-Why-Did-It-Have-To-Be-Snakes Jones). Also, lots of medical bracelets of course.
I’ll go as human Gabriel, aka with cut wings, due to logistic purposes (big wings = veeeeery annoying)
There shall be more photos later…

Prop for my Halloween costume (tiny script in lower right corner: “You’re fucked”). We’re going to an early Halloween party tonight, I as Gabriel, husband as Undead Indiana Jones (also known as Doctor Snakes-Why-Did-It-Have-To-Be-Snakes Jones). Also, lots of medical bracelets of course.

I’ll go as human Gabriel, aka with cut wings, due to logistic purposes (big wings = veeeeery annoying)

There shall be more photos later…

typette:

silent-wordsmith:

mollymimieux:

Imagine that one day the whole world would look like this.

We don’t belong here; we never have

yes we do, and we always will

we wouldn’t find this beautiful otherwise

Reminds me of Oryx&Crake……

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Arsenica Lace at Lambda, for the MIX Odense afterparty.

omgthatdress:

Ensemble
1940s
The Philadelphia Museum of Art

Waaaaauw, 1940’s style Harley Quinn! =D

omgthatdress:

Ensemble

1940s

The Philadelphia Museum of Art

Waaaaauw, 1940’s style Harley Quinn! =D

wilwheaton:

Joseph Fink, for. the. win.

*sniggers*

wilwheaton:

Joseph Fink, for. the. win.

*sniggers*

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sizvideos:

Video

*OUCH!!!*

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ladyshinga:

floralandfrightening:

I hate when people are like “pain is temporary!” because if it’s chronic then no, no it’s not. It’s a dependable for me as death and taxes.

"What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger", "Pain is just weakness leaving the body", etc etc… I would love to never hear this shit ever again

Yeah……….

guyplayfair said: If you could hug any Doctor Who writer, which one would you hug? I think personally I would go for Robert Shearman, he looks cuddly and that beard would probably feel nice rubbing on your head. Russell T Davies also looks quite huggable but his propensity towards suits and lack of facial hair might not make it as pleasurable as Mr Shearman.

neil-gaiman:

I would like to hug all the women who have written for Doctor Who since 2008. All of them! I would start with…

What, nobody?  That can’t be right…. (goes off, puzzled).

*BAM!*

hellfurnaceoflust:

Nettie Harris by Ben Rains

Very neat =)

hellfurnaceoflust:

Nettie Harris by Ben Rains

Very neat =)

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Soooo, can anyone guess what my Halloween costume will be? ;)(hint: there will be waaaay more bracelets…)

Soooo, can anyone guess what my Halloween costume will be? ;)
(hint: there will be waaaay more bracelets…)

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiih! Pretty!!! =D

Haven’t seen that version before, but it’s really cool ^.^

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Anonymous said: What has caused you to hate men so much?

claudiaboleyn:

Funny you should ask! I’ll let you in on my origin story if you like?

Well, once upon a time I was your average, man-loving, non-opinionated, quiet, submissive, totally sexually available young woman. I loved the dudes. I can’t tell you how much I worshipped those blokes. I couldn’t even open a jar back then. Ah, the memories. I shied from the colour blue. I refused to step into a room that contained power tools. Football frightened me into week long seclusions. Don’t get me started on the horror beer brought on. 

And then, one night, I left my window open. It was hot, y’know? I probably shouldn’t have done it. 

But in flew the Misandry Fairy. She was magnificent. As she fluttered into my room she left a trail of glittering misogynist tears that sparkled like diamonds. She wore blood red especially smeary lipstick, the type that scares guys and makes them afraid of kissing you, to ward them off. She had beautifully hairy legs, hairy arms, and wore high waisted shorts (which we all know is the 2014 trend men hate). It wasn’t 2014 at the time, you understand, but she’s a fairy so I assume she looked into the future to find inspiration for her particular misandric look. She was also a lesbian. Because we all know how those lesbians hate men, right? 

"Claudia," she said to me. "It’s time to face your destiny. Inside of you is a burning misandric rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you opening jars left right and centre. Open so many jars that the men get jealous. Open so many jars that you and everyone around you are in danger of drowning in the contents. Keep on opening them. No matter what. Never give up." 

I was so shocked that I did not answer. It was the middle of the night and I was unaccustomed to being visited by such wise and noble beings. 

Before she left, she turned around in the air, her fluttering rainbow wings shining in the moonlight, and whispered: “Also, you’re queer. The Coming Out fairy was busy so I took his shift. Have a nice day.” 

The next morning I awoke and began to carry out my purpose. From that day on, men have trembled to see me. Occasionally they whimper “don’t let her near any jars for the love of God”, but most of the time they merely scatter as I enter any vicinity I please. 

I owe her everything. Without her, I would not be the woman I am today. 

This story is 100% true. You can quote me on it and everything. Never let anyone tell you fairies don’t exist. They do. And they’re raging misandrists. 

xxx

*MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAH!*

PS: Yeah, she visited me as well, many years ago.