babyprime:

hommeles:

Monster of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.”

Monster of Frankenstein in pop culture: (unintelligible moaning)

me online vs me irl

luvsuggests:

is it bad that i can’t stop thinking about you? how soft your hair must be if i ran my hands through it, how perfectly your lips would mesh with mine, how warm and secure your embrace is…

rogueclonesftw:

“And here we have a rare neurotypical in its natural habitat,” Fives says. He’s crouched on the stairs, the wooden bars of the railing just visible in the frame. The camera zooms in on one of his brothers, curled up in the chair with a textbook. Hearing him, the brother looks up.

“Fives, what the fuck are you doing?” asks Bly.

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Fives runs his fingers through Wolffe’s hair. “Soft and fluffy, soft and fluffy,” he sings quietly.

There is a soft click and a knife appears in Wolffe’s hand, pointing at Fives.

“SHARP AND POINTY!” Fives shrieks and runs away.

Echo laughs so hard he drops the camera.

 – – – – – – – – – – – –

“Hey, Echo, can you give me a hand?” Fives asks from the doorway. 

“Sure,” Echo replies from inside the room. A prosthetic arm comes flying out of the door and smacks Fives in the face.

“Dammit Echo.”