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nevver:

*Nobody has actually ever died in Indiana

nevver:

*Nobody has actually ever died in Indiana

#florida though  #it's true  #about me  #about my state  



hoursago:

the 90’s were hard for everyone

#obligatory reblog  #god bless  #clint barton  #natasha romanoff  #clintnatasha  #marvel comics  #gorgeous artwork  



tonystarks:

don’t imagine your otp slow dancing in their socks while the taller of the two hums a tune (terribly) for them to dance to and the shorter has their face pressed into the taller one’s shoulder. don’t imagine it.

#*inhales*  #GET OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT  #writing prompts  



gigglesandanixi:

chimerahellden:

kelzthalassunwhisper:

girlwiththerobottattoo:

I JUST UGLY LAUGHED SO HARD I WOKE UP THE DAMN HOUSE JFC!!!

LOL

DO NOT CLICK THIS IF YOU NEED TO BE QUIET

LMFAOOOOOO

#i'm  #videos  #sailor moon  



seagreeneyes:

shazampanic:

if you sneeze in a jaeger does your partner sneeze with you since you’re linked? does the whole jaeger sneeze along too or is it programmed not to? have jaeger pilots ever sneezed and accidentally ended up activating one of their weapons? 

this is what keeps me up at night 

(via punkassnico)

we’re asking the real questions here

#oh my god  #the hiccuping jaeger keeps twitching into another jaeger  #and the other pilots are like ???????? WHAT  #and the hiccuping pilot is like I'M SORRY  #and the hiccuping pilot's copilot is like just let the kaiju take me  #pacific rim  



#i don't know why all the space oddity stuff is coming across my dash this week  #but i'm okay with it  



gingerhaze:

today on NIMONA

read from the beginning

3 pages left.

gingerhaze:

today on NIMONA

read from the beginning

3 pages left.

#i'm not ready :(((((((((((  #nimona  



OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE
agirlcalledfrost

ofgeography:

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

"hell no," i said. "YOLO. they can’t punish all of us."

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE," and elle said, "did you hear that?"

"hear what?"

that!”

'that' was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU'RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

"mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet."

"mollyhall—"

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

"um," said elle, "she’s in the—"

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

#holy shit  #holy fucking shit  #i laughed so hard i had a coughing fit and scared somebody in the hallway  #long post  #do not lose this  



elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

padalalalecki:

ap0the0sis:

romancndleheart:

tonyhawksunderground2:

DO THIS TRUST ME IT’S AWESOME

WHY AM I LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD OH MY GOD

THIS IS REALLY FUCKING RAD

OK THIS IS REALLY COOL BUT I’M LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE THESE ARE ALL RECORDED POINTERS AND SOME OF THEM ARE SO LOST I JUST

the pointers on the side dancing to the music and not givin a fuck r my favorite

#dude this is so cool  



"But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass."

#aaaaa  #lord of the rings  #gifs