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Tatianapocalypse = TatianaMaslany10101
Call me Kat Valentine.
INFP: sometimes categorized as 'the dreamer'.

New Jersey Devils, a Kitty, a Glinda, a Valentine Bloodline, Jay-z, writing, a memoir, a cup of tea, horror films, sharks, all things literary, Kristin Chenoweth, Bruce Springsteen, A Perfect Circle, Batman and a hockey rink just as you arrive to the loud buzzer of a game. Crack pairings. Femslash. Harley/Ivy, Bellatrix/Hermione, Buffy/Faith, Regina/Emma. Boston Bruins. Others: Kris Letang, Patrick Kane, Johnny Toews, Gabe Landeskog, Brad Marchand and many more. Hannibal Lecter. Littlest lion of proud Gryffindor. Alana Bloom is my goddess. This is a very pro Freddie Lounds blog. Hannibal/Alana are THE OTP. Spirited Away, Moulin Rouge, and Practical Magic.
...I know not if thou understand:
I speak of Beatrice.
Love actually prompt back: Hannibloom. Alana as Jaime and Hannibal as Aurelia who can't speak any English.
hannibalsapatheticduckface

pagingagentgraham:

Hello everyone, Kat and I really love Love Actually, and here is her go of my prompt for a David and Natalie situation
Let’s assume his family isn’t all dead because au

She can’t believe this. She actually can’t believe this. She’s standing outside an unfamiliar house in France. It’s been months and she’s done nothing but fawn and smile and make awkward hand gestures to her housekeeper, and at the worst possible moment, she realizes she’s in love with him. Her, in love with this tall, handsome, slightly younger Portuguese man with whom she shares no common language.

What a Christmas.

She takes a deep breath and knocks. There’s no turning back. His mother opens the door, and Alana nods, greeting her in Portuguese.

"I’m here to ask for your son’s hands in marriage." She says it too quickly, the strange language falling sourly off her tongue.

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super-saraa:

the-orb-weaver:

liquorinthefront:

PINK APPRECIATION POST.

These are a few of my favorite pictures of her. #dreamgirl

Okay - just from a semiotics/art appreciation standpoint - 

Do you notice that in her images where she is topless, she is not sexualized in the way that scantily clad women often are in photography? She looks aggressive, or like she’s just standing around doing whatever. She does NOT look submissive or “come hither”. The expression in one of these is a “fuck you” expression and sometimes the expression is playful - but aggressively so.

She is posed the way that half-naked men are posed. NOT half-naked women.

Pink(:

princeowl:

will graham tries to solve the mystery of who’s been smoking all the Weed with the help of Harijuana Lecter 

bigbeewolf:

ten leading ladies:

alana bloom

(Source: assholedisney)

I think nothing is funnier than the fact that my cousins are all super extroverted and I’m listen in to all these party stories and mine are— not to be told in familial functions around adult human beings because they’re both weird and slightly perverse and occasionally a little illegal?

tags → #Kat is Kat 

(Source: ixilecter)

amiawhore:

Friendly reminder that even after the object of his affections spurned him and had sex with the guy who framed him for murder Will completely respected her agency and only told her to stay away from him because he’s dangerous and didn’t resent her decision and still openly admired her professional prowess and thanked her for looking after his dogs go Will

Χριστός Ανέστη, my loves.

tags → #Kat is Kat 

She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.

Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)