1. crayvay:

    (I had a horrible, horrible idea. What if the freezing wasn’t quite so fast?)

    Anna could feel the ice creeping up her neck. It was all she could feel, now. Her awkward hands and clumsy feet were gone, not even numb so much as not there, and there was no telltale itch of the now-familiar wool against her skin. No too-small pinching boots. No sword-slashed hand. No hairs stubbornly out of place. All she could feel was the cold wind on her face, and the implacable ice tickling its way up to her eyes.

    More than anything Anna wished she could feel Elsa’s arms around her, trying desperately to dig deep into the storm and stop it, just…just STOP it, somehow, somehowbut her panicked hands only put new layers of ice over Anna’s new, bitter skin. Elsa was saying something, but her sister couldn’t hear it. Not in this cold, this…soothing cold, so deep and dark that she wanted to sleep forever. But Elsa had to go inside, to warm up, she would freeze to death out here, wouldn’t she? Yeah…and though Anna couldn’t feel her fingers or legs or lungs, she could feel a tiny pinprick of warmth somewhere where her heart should be, when she thought of Elsa…

    "Elsa…l-let me go…

    Let me go, let me go

    I can’t hold you back anymore

    Let me go, let me go

    Think of it as one more door

    You’re a great queen, it’ll be child’s play

    Remember, I love you…

    The cold never bothered me any…”

    And with a tiny choked sigh, the ice closed over her eyes and she fell, fell, fell into that deep-dark cold. Time to sleep. The last thing she felt was a pair of chapped lips pressed, with grieving pressure, to her own.

    (via zombieseatfatdogs)

  2. "Don’t fool yourself. English isn’t inherently superior, or easier to learn, or more sonically pleasing. Its international usage comes from forceful assimilation and legacy of colonialistic injection. It isn’t a deed that one should take pride in."

    my uncle left this comment on his friend’s Facebook status, a white British man who was bragging about how easy it is to be a native English speaker when trekking to different nations. (via maarnayeri)

    (via weteevee)

  3. ao-haru:

    caskett-copop83:

    This is like the cutest thing ever. It’s from the gif-set I reblogged.

    Taking its first steps, and after successfully doing so, the chick goes “Yay!”

    image

    It’s so freaking cute.

    GIVE ME 1000.

    (via weteevee)

  4. crayvay:

    5ubway:

    OH MY FUCKING GOD

    THEY FOUND IT

    AFTER 10 YEARS THEY FOUND THE HD VERISON OF THIS SONG

    oh my golly

  5. crayvay:

    jehandefleurs:

    IF YOU DIDN’T SEE IT FUCKING WATCH IT SERIOUSLY

    oh my golly, after the audition the guy on the right just kills me

  6. crayvay:

vein13:

serenading-the-unicorn:

gymleaderkarkat:


What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle



it got better

perfection

    crayvay:

    vein13:

    serenading-the-unicorn:

    gymleaderkarkat:

    What are you so afraid of!?

    I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

    it got better

    perfection

    (Source: four-big-idiots)

  7. crayvay:

    yamino:

    If anyone in the Chapel Hill, NC area wants a kitten, these five still need homes. We have a couple people interested in the calico runt, but the others (especially the black kitten, who is the sweetest  and cuddliest of them all) still need placement! If you aren’t right in Chapel Hill, we can drive out to meet you.

    The kittens get along with other cats and dogs, provided that the dog/cat isn’t aggressive to them. Please send me or Ash a message if you’re interested.

    signal boosting this, give these cuties a home!

  8. crayvay:

    crossdressingllama:

    -annoying:

    compromisedanalintegrity:

    strippedtease:

    i love white people

    I’m asking this in the most genuine way…is this a Sims animation?

    we have the exact same bucket list(:

    Is this even real

    her posture is baffling

  9. crayvay:

    (I had a horrible, horrible idea. What if the freezing wasn’t quite so fast?)

    Anna could feel the ice creeping up her neck. It was all she could feel, now. Her awkward hands and clumsy feet were gone, not even numb so much as not there, and there was no telltale itch of the now-familiar wool against her skin. No too-small pinching boots. No sword-slashed hand. No hairs stubbornly out of place. All she could feel was the cold wind on her face, and the implacable ice tickling its way up to her eyes.

    More than anything Anna wished she could feel Elsa’s arms around her, trying desperately to dig deep into the storm and stop it, just…just STOP it, somehow, somehowbut her panicked hands only put new layers of ice over Anna’s new, bitter skin. Elsa was saying something, but her sister couldn’t hear it. Not in this cold, this…soothing cold, so deep and dark that she wanted to sleep forever. But Elsa had to go inside, to warm up, she would freeze to death out here, wouldn’t she? Yeah…and though Anna couldn’t feel her fingers or legs or lungs, she could feel a tiny pinprick of warmth somewhere where her heart should be, when she thought of Elsa…

    "Elsa…l-let me go…

    Let me go, let me go

    I can’t hold you back anymore

    Let me go, let me go

    Think of it as one more door

    You’re a great queen, it’ll be child’s play

    Remember, I love you…

    The cold never bothered me any…”

    And with a tiny choked sigh, the ice closed over her eyes and she fell, fell, fell into that deep-dark cold. Time to sleep. The last thing she felt was a pair of chapped lips pressed, with grieving pressure, to her own.

    (via zombieseatfatdogs)

  10. crayvay:

    (I had a horrible, horrible idea. What if the freezing wasn’t quite so fast?)

    Anna could feel the ice creeping up her neck. It was all she could feel, now. Her awkward hands and clumsy feet were gone, not even numb so much as not there, and there was no telltale itch of the now-familiar wool against her skin. No too-small pinching boots. No sword-slashed hand. No hairs stubbornly out of place. All she could feel was the cold wind on her face, and the implacable ice tickling its way up to her eyes.

    More than anything Anna wished she could feel Elsa’s arms around her, trying desperately to dig deep into the storm and stop it, just…just STOP it, somehow, somehowbut her panicked hands only put new layers of ice over Anna’s new, bitter skin. Elsa was saying something, but her sister couldn’t hear it. Not in this cold, this…soothing cold, so deep and dark that she wanted to sleep forever. But Elsa had to go inside, to warm up, she would freeze to death out here, wouldn’t she? Yeah…and though Anna couldn’t feel her fingers or legs or lungs, she could feel a tiny pinprick of warmth somewhere where her heart should be, when she thought of Elsa…

    "Elsa…l-let me go…

    Let me go, let me go

    I can’t hold you back anymore

    Let me go, let me go

    Think of it as one more door

    You’re a great queen, it’ll be child’s play

    Remember, I love you…

    The cold never bothered me any…”

    And with a tiny choked sigh, the ice closed over her eyes and she fell, fell, fell into that deep-dark cold. Time to sleep. The last thing she felt was a pair of chapped lips pressed, with grieving pressure, to her own.

  11. disney-frozen-please:

”But you’ll never meet a fellow who’s so sensitive and sweet!”

    disney-frozen-please:

    But you’ll never meet a fellow who’s so sensitive and sweet!”

  12. From the outside, Elsa looks poised, regal and reserved, but in reality, she lives in fear as she wrestles with a mighty secret—she was born with the power to create ice and snow. It’s a beautiful ability, but also extremely dangerous. Haunted by the moment her magic nearly killed her younger sister Anna, Elsa has isolated herself, spending every waking minute trying to suppress her growing powers. Her mounting emotions trigger the magic, accidentally setting off an eternal winter that she can’t stop. She fears she’s becoming a monster and that no one, not even her sister, can help her.

    (Source: her-guardian-angel)

  13. disney-frozen-please:

    The sass is real.

  14. weavingmemories:

    Elsa's beautiful face

    { anna | elsa | kristoff | hans }

  15. when someone says "let it go" in their sentence

    • Friend: and i just told them to let it go-
    • Me: ....
    • Friend: -oh god. oh god no.
    • Me: ..........
    • Friend: I said it didn't I? I said it-
    • Me: .....!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    • Friend: god please have mercy-
    • Me: THE SNOW GLOWS WHITE ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT
    • Friend: WHY