Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show

Lemme have it :)   Alexandra. 20. UCF student. Evil Regal. Gleek. Writer. Vidder. Occasional simmer. Cisgender heterosexual. Frozen is an extended metaphor for my life. Regina Mills is my spirit animal. Rachel Berry is who I was in high school, only I was less conceited and more awkward. You will find a mixed bag of fandoms on here and occasional things about social equality and animal rights issues. I am always happy to talk about my fandoms but be warned, I tend to glom onto the character I can relate to the most and defend 90-100% of everything they do. I also loathe spoilers with a passion. A lot of people think I'm weird because I have bizarre anger issues and am extremely socially awkward but I'm actually really nice. So you should send me asks and things. My fanfiction URL is EvilRegalGleek and my YouTube channels are xxAllieGleekxx, MultishipperGleek, and TheMostPowerful Magic. swissgleek91 is the Kurt to my Rachel and if you like Fuinn, Klaine, or the last three seasons of OTH go follow her.

lacigreen:

joponyhere:

lillianloverly:

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signal boost the shit out of this

THIS IS AMAZING SPREAD THE WORD

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dakota829snow:

Adam and Eddy: Swan Queen was unintentional

Me:

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— 1 week ago with 1708 notes
I don’t even know what this is, but it’s happening somehow whether I like it or not.

themetaphorgirl:

WTF I DONT KNOW

"Hiccup!" Stoick bellowed, his voice echoing over the rock-studded field. "Hiccup, get yourself back here!"

Gobbet laughed. “Wonder where he’s gone this time?” He said.

Stoick shook his head. “I should have left him back in Berk,” he said. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third! I’ll not call again!”

Hiccup popped up from behind a large smooth stone. “What?” he said.

Stoick cursed under his breath and strode across the field. “We were only stopping for a moment, son, not starting a new expedition,” he said. He picked the four-year-old up by the back of his collar like a mama cat taking her kitten by the scruff. “What’s so important that you just had to run away.”

"Looking for trolls, Daddy," Hiccup said, kicking his dangling feet back and forth.

"Tell ‘em I want my socks back!" Gobber hollered.

"There’s no time for this nonsense," Stoick said. "If we’re going to make it to the castle by nightfall we’ve got to keep moving." He swung Hiccup up on his shoulder. "Besides, there’s no such thing as trolls."

Hiccup latched his small fingers in his father’s thick hair. “But Daddy, I found one,” he said, perplexed.

Stoick stopped. “What d’you mean?” he asked.

Hiccup pointed towards a particularly large rock. Stoick carefully set his son on the ground. “Go back to Gobber,” he said in a low voice. Hiccup obeyed, trotting across the field, and Stoick crept closer to the rock.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he thought he would find, but he didn’t expect to find a child. A boy about ten was curled up in a tight little ball, fast asleep, nestled against the side of a small reindeer. Stoick knelt down and touched top of the boy’s head. “Little one,” he said, trying to keep his voice gentle. “Wake up.”

The child blinked drowsily and yawned, rubbing his cheek with his mittened hand. “Uh huh?” he said. He blinked again, realized Stoick was staring at him, and bolted upright. “Who are you?”

"Stoick the Vast, of Berk," he said. "What’s your name, son?"

The boy scooted back, wrapping his hands around the reindeer’s antlers and eyeing him warily. “Kristoff,” he said. “Kristoff Bjorgman.”

"Where’s your parents?" Stoick asked. "This isn’t a place for a child to be alone."

Kristoff glanced around at the smooth stones. “I don’t have any…exactly,” he said. The reindeer, now awake, snuffled into Kristoff’s sleeve and eyed Stoick in suspicion.

Stoick sighed. “Come with me, then,” he said, holding out his hand. “We’ll get you straightened out.”

Kristoff stated at Stoick’s large hand. “I’m fine, thanks;” he said.

Stoick picked the boy up and slung him over his shoulder. “You’d best not argue with a Viking chief, lad,” he said. “This is no place for a lad to be living alone.”

Kristoff twisted around on his shoulder. “I have to take Sven, though,” he said; his voice rising. The reindeer whickered as he bounded after them.

"Fine, take him too," Stoick said as he stalked back to the wagon.

Hiccup bounced up as his father approached. “Daddy, you caught the troll!” he said.

"Not a troll, Hiccup, just a little boy," Stoick said, dumping Kristoff in beside his son.

Hiccup’s mouth drew down in disappointment. “No trolls,” he said. He plopped down and folded his arms. “I wish I stayed home.”

"Now, Hiccup, you’ll like being at the kings’ gathering," Gobber consoled. "There’ll be all kinds of food, and the princesses of Arendelle and Corona will be there. And your cousin Merida, you like playing with your cousin Merida."

"Merida always makes me be the princess when we play," Hiccup grumbled. "No trolls and I have to be a princess. I wanna go home."

Kristoff leaned in. “I can tell you about trolls,” he whispered in his ear, and Hiccup brightened.

— 1 week ago with 14 notes
#the rise of the brave tangled frozen dragon 
more of this Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragon nonsense. I wrote this on my phone. MY PHONE. I was that desperate.

themetaphorgirl:

For context: Mother Gothel has kidnapped Rapunzel and Elsa, who are eleven and nine years old, respectively.

——-

"I just need passage for myself and my two daughters. They’re quite small, they won’t take up much room."

 

Rapunzel looked down at the rough wet wood of the pier. She could see the dark waves lapping beneath her feet and it made her dizzy. The hood of her scratchy secondhand cloak fell over her eyes and she resisted the urge to push it back. Mother Gothel had told her she’d punished if someone saw her long hair.

 

She glanced down at Elsa. The younger girl stared blankly at the ground, her eyes glazed over. Blood still trickled lazily from her nose where Mother Gothel had struck her earlier. Rapunzel reached out slowly and took her hand. Elsa’s fingers were ice cold and stiff.

 

"Aye, then, get aboard," the captain said, stuffing the handful of coins Mother Gothel had handed him in the pocket of his grime-stained coat.

 

"Go on, girls," Gothel said, giving them a push towards the rickety gangplank. Elsa blinked and shuffled forward, but her eyes stayed blank and glassy. Rapunzel gave her fingers a squeeze.

 

The captain led them aboard and pointed silently to a ladder to take them below deck. Rapunzel stuffed her hair farther under the cover of her hood, let go Elsa’s hand, and picked her way carefully down the ladder. The too-tight satin shoes that had been irritating but bearable just a few hours ago now dug painfully into her heels.

 

Elsa followed her clumsily down the ladder, slipping on the last rung. “There we are, girls, isn’t this nice?” Gothel said, overly cheerful as she ushered them into the dim, low ceilinged room.

 

Rapunzel looked around. “It smells like wet things,” she said flatly. There were two small beds covered in unkempt blankets and an oil lamp with a clouded glass, but nothing else, not even a porthole. The ground beneath them rocked with the stirred up waves; Elsa swayed on her feet. She’d gone gray around the mouth, like she was about to be sick.

 

"Yes, well, beggars can’t be choosers, darling," Gothel said, smiling down at her.

 

Something hot flared in Rapunzel’s chest. “I’m not a beggar,” she said. “I’m a princess.”

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#the rise of the brave tangled frozen dragon  #YES I KNOW I JUST PUT THESE ON MY PERSONAL BLOG WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT  #Disney babies  #Frozen  #Tangled  #Disney 


flaming-ducks:


thepleasureprinciple:


Welp.


I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING THIS FOR YEARS. FUCKING LISTEN!!

flaming-ducks:

thepleasureprinciple:

Welp.

I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING THIS FOR YEARS. FUCKING LISTEN!!

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#America 

hmselsanna:

elsanna-fanboy:

letitgoleviosa:

picture-of-sophisticated-grace:

Do you want to build a snowman..?

Here’s the real one!!! Sorry!! Do not reblog the one disneyismyidol posted!!!

THAT WAS SAD

BUT HEART WARMING

BEST GIF SET EVER

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— 1 week ago with 6631 notes
#Frozen  #Anna  #Elsa  #Character: please don't slam the door  #Character: the cold never bothered me anyway 
Reblog if you dont shave your legs everyday.

my-herbal-journey:

I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.

I’m sorry who the fuck came up with the idea of expecting women to shave their legs every day just how fast do American men think leg hair grows

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#feminism  #sorta 
fablewriter:

gleeseasonfix:

Announcement:This blog is the official site for the Glee Season Fix Project! You might have heard about us from here:

And we are now making the thing happen that we promised you! Follow our blog for all the information and find out how you can get involved.(Thanks to thegleekyginger for all her help and offering her illustration skills)

Umm…wow.

fablewriter:

gleeseasonfix:

Announcement:

This blog is the official site for the Glee Season Fix Project! 
You might have heard about us from here:

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And we are now making the thing happen that we promised you! 
Follow our blog for all the information and find out how you can get involved.

(Thanks to thegleekyginger for all her help and offering her illustration skills)

Umm…wow.

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— 1 week ago with 908 notes
#YAY THIS IS A THING