October12014

hurraaid:

andlemmekisslou:

soliloq-uy:

sakibatch:

rawritsmeep:

cheapbeeer:

i feel it in my bones, i’m on F I R E

FUCK

NO

OHMYGOD

hit the reblog so fast i think i broke my mouse

holY F U cKKKKkKKKkkkkkKKKKK 

hoLY MOTHER OF JESUSSSSSSSSSSS

THIS IS LIKE THE HOLY GRAIL OF MASH UP BONERS

(Source: exuberant-imperfection, via girlintoomanyfandoms)

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3PM

sleepyartist:

trekkiee:

mcroosa:

Mommy teaching babby easier water drinking way because drinking water is hard experience u get it in your nose. Jesus how she puts her paw on his head in the second one. Such concern and love.

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN FROM CATS EVER

This makes me feel super bubbly

(Source: catleecious, via girlintoomanyfandoms)

2PM
castiel-knight-of-hell:

azrael-di-angelo:

popculturesavvyangel:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

fun fact: Pig ‘n a poke isn’t  just a breakfast item, it’s a double euphemism that describes the plot of this episode
Pig ‘n a poke is slang for getting a bad deal, which is what Dean got all the Tuesdays he was in Mystery Spot. Back in the olden days people would go to market and buy a suckling pig to raise. The shop owner would put the piglet into a bag, or poke, for them to carry home. But if the customer wasn’t paying attention the shop owner might cheat them by putting a cat in the poke instead. The customer would go home, open the poke to retrieve their pig but a cat would run out of the bag. That’s why let the cat out of the bag is slang for revealing a secret
When Gabriel ate his pancakes with strawberry syrup instead of his usual maple he let the cat out of the bag. And because Sam was being vigilant and noticed this he didn’t get stuck with another pig ‘n a poke Tuesday

the more you know holy fuck

This is one show I’m okay with people analyzing like this because OMG

Supernatural is a great show to analyze because we know that writers like Jeremy Carver and Robbie Thompson like to use subtext to help tell their stories. And Jeremy seems fond of wordplay so his episodes are especially fun to interpret

castiel-knight-of-hell:

azrael-di-angelo:

popculturesavvyangel:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

fun fact: Pig ‘n a poke isn’t  just a breakfast item, it’s a double euphemism that describes the plot of this episode

Pig ‘n a poke is slang for getting a bad deal, which is what Dean got all the Tuesdays he was in Mystery Spot. Back in the olden days people would go to market and buy a suckling pig to raise. The shop owner would put the piglet into a bag, or poke, for them to carry home. But if the customer wasn’t paying attention the shop owner might cheat them by putting a cat in the poke instead. The customer would go home, open the poke to retrieve their pig but a cat would run out of the bag. That’s why let the cat out of the bag is slang for revealing a secret

When Gabriel ate his pancakes with strawberry syrup instead of his usual maple he let the cat out of the bag. And because Sam was being vigilant and noticed this he didn’t get stuck with another pig ‘n a poke Tuesday

the more you know holy fuck

This is one show I’m okay with people analyzing like this because OMG

Supernatural is a great show to analyze because we know that writers like Jeremy Carver and Robbie Thompson like to use subtext to help tell their stories. And Jeremy seems fond of wordplay so his episodes are especially fun to interpret

(via destielhallow)

2PM

mgnemesi:

That original Derek pic demanded a complementary piece, so here they are!
Derek’s hell is dark and made of memories, of the crushing weight guilt, pressing in on him. It’s made of shadows that drag him down, down, down, crushing him, drowning him.

Stiles’s hell is made of light, not because it’s any less painful, but because he’s becoming weightless, becoming nothing. He’s losing himself, adrift and dissolving, consumed by the cold fire of the Nogitsune.

(via derekandstilesdotcom)

12AM
blue-author:

charity-knows-best:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

stfueverything:

pixiepienix:

look at this fragile delicate flower of a man look at how precarious his value and identity is wonder at the marvel that is masculinity

This makes me want to cry blood.
This is a prime example of patriarchy at work. He can’t handle holding a fucking purse for 2 fucking seconds before he has to bust out his “man bag” so he can feel validated by his male peers who are rooting him on for not wanting to be feminine. Is his ego and sense of masculinity so fragile he can’t possibly brush it with the slightest amount of femininity before he crashes and burns??

Not to mention the fact that a symbol of feminity is being equated to a literal piece of shit.

or maybe he just doesn’t want to hold a fucking purse? god fucking damn it.

You’re right. We shouldn’t for anything in the world ever think about why he wouldn’t want to hold a purse, why he would feel it’s reasonable to drop it like it’s radioactive and then treat it both like toxic waste and a shameful secret, or why an audience of men would applaud him for treating it in this way instead of just holding the thing his wife asked him to hold.
Masculinity is too fragile to withstand investigation. We must protect it at all costs.

blue-author:

charity-knows-best:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

stfueverything:

pixiepienix:

look at this fragile delicate flower of a man look at how precarious his value and identity is wonder at the marvel that is masculinity

This makes me want to cry blood.

This is a prime example of patriarchy at work. He can’t handle holding a fucking purse for 2 fucking seconds before he has to bust out his “man bag” so he can feel validated by his male peers who are rooting him on for not wanting to be feminine. Is his ego and sense of masculinity so fragile he can’t possibly brush it with the slightest amount of femininity before he crashes and burns??

Not to mention the fact that a symbol of feminity is being equated to a literal piece of shit.

or maybe he just doesn’t want to hold a fucking purse? god fucking damn it.

You’re right. We shouldn’t for anything in the world ever think about why he wouldn’t want to hold a purse, why he would feel it’s reasonable to drop it like it’s radioactive and then treat it both like toxic waste and a shameful secret, or why an audience of men would applaud him for treating it in this way instead of just holding the thing his wife asked him to hold.

Masculinity is too fragile to withstand investigation. We must protect it at all costs.

(via softlyslowlyholdmecloser)

12AM

coffeeandcockatiels:

mizufae:

hello if you are confused or uncomfortable today please gaze at these kittens

They’re so unstable… ;-; bbys…

(Source: rraaaarrl, via deputyeyebrows)

12AM

Anonymous said: Are there any cute guys there?

thetardisismychurch:

lsmsahumor:

of course

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Also, excuse you: 

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Don’t forget about LSMSA’s resident god.

lsmsa 

September302014
11PM
ariadiaae:

tibets:

this is the 2nd time i’m reblogging this today because i laughed just as hard  as i did the 1st time i saw it

Do you need to smile? Need a little pick me up?
Here take this picture and laugh.

ariadiaae:

tibets:

this is the 2nd time i’m reblogging this today because i laughed just as hard  as i did the 1st time i saw it

Do you need to smile? Need a little pick me up?

Here take this picture and laugh.

(via expecto-poetronum)

11PM
thorinobsessed:

tuiteyfruityundead:

toddystuck:

elvenkingthrandy:

thecumbercookieaboveallothers:

mindtriggers:

THIS WILL BE SUCH A LONG MARATHON AND I AM SO READY

That’s prob about 12 hours

extended lotr alone is 11 hours and 22 minutes.

LOTR Extended = 681 minutesHobbit 1 Extended = 182 minutesHobbit 2 Extended = approx. 186 minutesLet’s say Hobbit 3 Extended is at least 185 minutes
The full marathon run time will be around 1234 minutes, or 20 hours 30 minutes.

#perfect that leaves 3 and a half hours for snack runs and pee breaks

let’s weed out the weak ones

thorinobsessed:

tuiteyfruityundead:

toddystuck:

elvenkingthrandy:

thecumbercookieaboveallothers:

mindtriggers:

THIS WILL BE SUCH A LONG MARATHON AND I AM SO READY

That’s prob about 12 hours

extended lotr alone is 11 hours and 22 minutes.

LOTR Extended = 681 minutes
Hobbit 1 Extended = 182 minutes
Hobbit 2 Extended = approx. 186 minutes
Let’s say Hobbit 3 Extended is at least 185 minutes

The full marathon run time will be around 1234 minutes, or 20 hours 30 minutes.

let’s weed out the weak ones

(via shelleydancer3216)

11PM
freshest-tittymilk:

portraits-of-america:

     “I got both of them from local shelters. When I got her in 2006, the staff told me she was a shepherd husky. I go to the dog park, I’m meeting people with shepherd husky mixes, and they look nothing like her. I get in my car, I’m driving, I look in the rearview mirror, I see these eyes and I’m like, I’ve got a wolf in my car. Then, when she was 10-months old, there was a shepherd breeder and trainer in the dog park, and at the end of the lesson, the trainer came up to me and asked, ‘What kind of dog is that?’ And I’m thinking, Shepherd husky. You should know, you are a breeder. She said, ‘That’s a wolf.’”  
Bethlehem, PA

Thats mildly hilarious

freshest-tittymilk:

portraits-of-america:

     “I got both of them from local shelters. When I got her in 2006, the staff told me she was a shepherd husky. I go to the dog park, I’m meeting people with shepherd husky mixes, and they look nothing like her. I get in my car, I’m driving, I look in the rearview mirror, I see these eyes and I’m like, I’ve got a wolf in my car. Then, when she was 10-months old, there was a shepherd breeder and trainer in the dog park, and at the end of the lesson, the trainer came up to me and asked, ‘What kind of dog is that?’ And I’m thinking, Shepherd husky. You should know, you are a breeder. She said, ‘That’s a wolf.’” 

Bethlehem, PA

Thats mildly hilarious

(via hxcfairy)

11PM

sebadasstian-stan:

deadpool being dadpool

(via girlintoomanyfandoms)

11PM
almualimbeatbox:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.
She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 
(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)
But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.
Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”
She didn’t really know who Harry was. 
But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.
He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.
Val wanted to go.
Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.
Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.
"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"
Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.
"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"
Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.
But they moved.
Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.
She knew what she was now.
(Image Source)
(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

I’d give a fuck again like yooooo

almualimbeatbox:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.

She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 

(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)

But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.

Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”

She didn’t really know who Harry was. 

But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.

He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.

Val wanted to go.

Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.

Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.

"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"

Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.

"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"

Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.

But they moved.

Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.

She knew what she was now.

(Image Source)

(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

I’d give a fuck again like yooooo

(via shelleydancer3216)

11PM

akara-soma:

lost-tardis:

iceheart96:

motherfuckingsoporpies:

arsenicliqueur:

mae-lovannen:

Some gifs from the cosplay world

iron man tho.

Did Link just fucking punt a skulltulla into that fountain?

WTF Mario and Luigi

THE JOKER IS SOOOOOOOO HOT

THIS IS WHY I LOVE COMICONS

SO MANY DIFFERENT FANDOMS UNITED IN ONE PLACE

(via toseyrosey)

11PM

dubstepsunset:

It’s too early but I laughed louder than I should have

(Source: yes-this-is-groot, via toseyrosey)

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