vanterror:

karbabestrider:

crystalmikii:

tovesorceress89:

raining—-roses:

darkpancakelord:

deckster:

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

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I got Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic the fucking Hedgehog.


Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.

I got Isabelle from animal crossing :o

I got Rogue Titan gettin’ krunk. I was not disappointed.

OH MY GOD I GOD EREN IN TITAN FORM TWERKING

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aHHHHH THIS IS WHAT I GOT IM sO HAPPY

sequoiawintersnight:

riddlemehiddleston:

lyricalred:

aarmadillo:

ussawesome:

red shirts, defense against the dark arts teachers, night vale interns

anyone who associates with odysseus

girls who sleep with sam

sean bean

catgroovin:

mindf4ng:

khdpuppetmaru:

leifal:

niknak79:

The is horrifying. 

what if you were in the shower when it happened

*SRCEAMREGING*

HAHHHHHHHHH NOIIIIIIT NOPE NO OPE NP ENPPE

NO NONONONONONONONOONNOONONONONONONO NONONO
ALL ABOARD THE NOPE TRAIN TO FUCKTHAT VILLE

itsy8itchyspider:

lowhp:

I haven’t watched the Pokemon anime in years, so I have no idea what is going on in this photoset.

What

ghostlytennant:

tens0nlyrose:

when-in-doubt-call-the-doctor:

fuckinggoldstein:

keeperofthetardis:

clairef0x35:

gallifreyburning: 

I told myself for the longest time that in my effort to be reasonably family friendly I would not reblog gifs of kissing but let’s face it I’ve been wanting to reblog this my whole Whovian existence.

almost cried when i saw this because the person next to me saw this and said”i so jealous, im so alone and with out a boyfriend.” she did not realize this was Doctor Who

Just imagine how long Ten had been waiting for her, for this kiss I..

Just to lighten up the mood, Billie Piper is actually smiling in the last gif because David won’t stop kissing her

*WHALE NOISES* ^^^^^

cutebabe:

mpreg-tony:

ponysrantaday:

thegirlwhocriedfoxface:

flirtyblonde:

I had this happen to me last night. I highly encourage anyone who uses Kik to block him.

who. does. this.

Grooooss. 

Signal boost to anybody that uses Kik to block this person. 

So when men try to say “not all men”, this is what the fuck I mean.

this is fucking terrifying 

watchhowidinosaur:

knightarcana:

deadmaid:

sarahsprite:

deadmaid:

lvkesprite:

what old joke are we going to bring back next

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NO

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MY FAVORITE

you forgot one

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mt-silver:

I think it’s time to bring this back

imsorryimovedtoaidanturnerspants:

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.
I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.
Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.
Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.
My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.
Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

This. Spread this like wild fire.

imsorryimovedtoaidanturnerspants:

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

This. Spread this like wild fire.