Lord Let me Find Him

what really happend in the night real madrid won la decima.. [for maddie]

(Source: vikt0rfischer)

neythebae:

IF YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MESSI 

Reblog if you ship sylar and peter

neverleavethetardis:

I’m curious to see how many people ship these two.
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sylarthritis:

When I was a kid… I used to wish some stranger would come and tell me my family wasn’t really my family. They weren’t bad people, they were just… insignificant. And I wanted to be different. Special. I wanted to change. A new name, a new life. The watchmaker’s son… became a watchmaker. It is so futile. And I wanted to be… important.

                                Gabriel Gray (Six Months Ago)


"Happy birthday." "It’s not my birthday." "Yeah, I know. You just wore out your other copy and- and I saw that one digging around…"

"Happy birthday." "It’s not my birthday." "Yeah, I know. You just wore out your other copy and- and I saw that one digging around…"

(Source: endiness)

warp69:

If there’s any true logic to the universe, we’ll end up on that bridge again someday.

(via st-r-trk-fangasm)

dragonkeeperswife:

best friends don’t judge you for your thing for gay porn of your otps

best friends send you links to pictures they find of it just for you 

Valvert Marriage AU: Vegas Style

peter-yellowhammer:

Javert woke up.

His mind was sluggish, weighed down by the malaise of…a hangover, of all things. That wasn’t supposed to happen. 

The only sensation he could identify was a large, male arm wrapped around him. That same arm pulled him into a muscled, most assuredly male chest and stomach, with a male’s face burying into his shoulder. The man sighed contentedly in his still-slumbering state, and Javert’s chills multiplied at the smile he feels on his skin.

He turned his head around to see him. It was him - the man that refused to pick one name. This criminal was cuddling him like a stuffed bear toy.

Javert was naked.

His backside was sore, as well as his…!

He wrestled out of Valjean’s grasp to access his surroundings. It was a normal hotel room, nothing suspicious on the surface. Except…on the night stand next to where he was sleeping, he spied a certificate. Already afraid of what it read, Javert squinted against the harsh morning sunlight:

"We hereby certify that on the Sixth day of the Seventh month, AD 2010, Jean-Valjean; Leblanc and Javert-The; Inspector have come together in the sight of God Almight and of His flock to be enjoined together in Matrimony before Witness(es) and have set our seal and signature hereupon this certificate as proof…”

From the bed, Javert heard disgruntled moaning. To him, it sounded like the rumbling growl of a dragon. His aching head quaked from the power of it.

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