animalstalkinginallcaps:

IF THEY DON’T PUT IN A STARBUCKS SOON I’M LITERALLY GOING TO KILL MYSELF.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

IF THEY DON’T PUT IN A STARBUCKS SOON I’M LITERALLY GOING TO KILL MYSELF.

(via victoriadahl)

gingerhaze:

brofisting:

i just had a heart attack

we’re having a White Collar day and dear lord this cast needs to stop being so attractive and charming because it’s ridiculous

gingerhaze:

brofisting:

i just had a heart attack

we’re having a White Collar day and dear lord this cast needs to stop being so attractive and charming because it’s ridiculous

(via kierstenkrum)

laurendane:

Oh Stephen Colbert, I heart you so much

(via kierstenkrum)

A little bit of Crash Test…

I’m revising right now. :) 

Her lips curved into a smile, the heated adrenaline she always felt when presented with a battle spreading through her chest, her limbs. “You need me. Say it.” 

“Hannah…”

“No. If I’m going to even consider doing this, you admit it. To me, and to yourself. You never would back then, but now…now I’m not a scared college student trying to hold onto my position at school.” She met his eyes without flinching. “Admit that you need me.” 

“You were never a scared college student,” he bit out. “You were an angry one. Angry you’d been caught out and desperate to do anything to keep it secret.” 

“Well, now you’re sounding a little desperate.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and cocked her hip to the side. “So, at least say please.” 

His lip curled into a sneer, a muscle in his jaw ticking. He was weighing his options. “Please.” 

She titled her chin up and smiled, the sort of smile she knew would make his blood boil. “Good boy.” 


kierstenkrum:

Why yes, I am that good-looking. Good show, mate #Fassbender photo shoot review

You’d think the very thought of a romance writer would bring a smile to people’s lips. Ah, how nice. Love. Making love. Laughter. Kissing. But no, the world is upside down as far as I can see, and romances and their writers are ridiculed, hisses and generally spat upon. For what reason? One of my favorites is that women who read them might get mixed up about reality and imagine a man is going to rescue them from Life. According to this theory, women are so stupid that they can’t tell a story from reality. Is anyone worried that the MEN who read spy thrillers are going to go after their neighbors with an automatic weapon? No, I don’t remember anyone thinking that. Nor do I remember anyone worrying about murder mysteries or science fiction. It just seems to be dumb ol’ women who might think some gorgeous, thoughtful, giving hunk is going to rescue them. Honey, if any woman thought a gorgeous hunk was going to rescue her, romance novels wouldn’t be forty percent of the publishing industry.

Remembrance (Jude Deveraux)

I cannot begin to tell you how much I agree with this. It infuriates me that there is a general conception that women are so moronic and infantile that they cannot separate fiction from reality, and that the reading of romance will somehow create the expectation that a duke/spy/SEAL/vampire is our only viable romantic partner, and anything less will result in a catastrophic mental collapse. I’m looking at you, Flaubert.

Women know the difference between fiction and reality. What romance does is teach us the value of valuing ourselves, and I refuse to be ridiculed for that.

(via zoearcher)

(via kierstenkrum)

kierstenkrum:

This keeps cracking me up #Fassbender #Clooney