Golden

nehirose:

dee-the-red-witch:

ms-demeanor:

argumate:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

Lucy Lawless was not a particularly burly woman, but somehow she made Xena seem like a fucking tank and I don’t understand how.

Don’t get me wrong—she was strong, and certainly not a waif, but more than almost any other female superhero actress I’ve ever seen, Lucy Lawless exuded physical power and weight that I actually believed (when she wasn’t somersaulting in front of a ridiculous greenscreen).

Originally posted by wholesome90stv

that’s a damn good point

INTENSE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS

COSTUME EMPHASIZING BREADTH OF SHOULDERS

THEM THIGHS

WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS ABOUT HOLY SHIT

JAWLINE

EVERYTHING. ALL OF IT. I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST FEELING EXCEPTIONALLY WARM RIGHT NOW.

I LOVE HER

This is because the tank is not concerned with muscle or endurance. Tank is purely a matter of 60% attitude, 30% mindset, and 110% fuckaroundandfindout.

I’ve also seen another version of the commentary on this post speculating that she was also SHOT like male action star at the time - which has nothing to do with size, but with posture and staging and yes, attitude. 😊

(via aesopsfabled)

irresponsible-black-unicorn-dea:

placentafluid:

irresponsible-black-unicorn-dea:

placentafluid:

irresponsible-black-unicorn-dea:

irresponsible-black-unicorn-dea:

a-bad-poem:

irresponsible-black-unicorn-dea:

I got this freaking amazing top so the first thing I did was take a BUNCH Of selfies and then put words on some of them

You look like a sassy office worker

I AM A SASSY OFFICE WORKER.

Make your own copies Greg, I’m going dancing with the boys

this has 23 year old brother vibes to it and i should know

my brother calls himself the pelvic sorcerer.

I’m more of a pelvic druid, my staff is made of oak

SOMEONE STOP ME

uNcLe gAbE nOOOOO

UNCLE GABE YES

(via star-scales)

oathbreaker14:

Everyone is discord was talking about how they equate infernal to French like we do Zemnian with German and it spawned this stupid thing

theatrelesbabe:

yes

i want that quiet love

     waking up to golden sunlight dusting your cheeks, your legs entwined               around me, and two girls curled in window seats reading books, hearing           rain

yes

i want that soft love

     your fingertips twisting through my hair, hugging your sweatshirt closer to         my chest, or wildflowers resting in a jar on the counter

but i want that loud love

     i want that love where we’re driving down washtenaw at one am and the           stoplights are out and we’re hollering along to some song i’ve never heard         before but i know the words and 

     i want that love where we’re baking in your kitchen and you put too much           flour in the electric mixer bowl at once and poof! you’re covered in white

     i want that love where we’re laughing and clutching our stomachs and               we’re trying not to smile but our faces betray us and we let go again

i want that love that leaves me gasping for air

lovesick-babble:

“When someone comes into your life and completely fucking changes it, you stay. You stay through the arguments, you stay through every obstacle, every hurdle. You stay and you work through it all because love is the hardest thing to find, and finding someone worth it all is even harder.”

— you are worth everything