I'm a fandom blog. It just happened. I regret almost nothing. I'll also post things my friends say, specially when they're being lil' shits. It's marvelous.
-Harry Potter
-Teen Wolf
-Superwholock
-Hunger Games
-Hannibal
-The Avengers
wifflesgiraffy:

silverie-stitches:

lusoric:

gallowscalibratorh3h3:

……WHATS SAD IS I HAVE SEVERAL GREAT GUYS I GAME WITH AND THEYA RE SWEETHEARTS AND NOT THE ASSHOLES WHO MAKE FUN OF FEMALE GAMERS
AND I ONCE DID THIS AND OMG I WAS LIKE COVERED WITH AMO AND I LAUGHED ALL
'AWW YEEEA MY MAN WHORES KNOW HOW TO KEEP MAMA HAPPY'
AND I SWEAR THEY LAUGHED SO MUCH ONE CHOKED ON A CIGARETTE LKSDHFLHK

At first I thought this was going to be one of those “gamer girl” posts about how “girls suck at video games lolzor” and I was like ugh, running out of ammo is a normal thing it doesn’t make you bad gamer and being a girl doesn’t make you a bad gamer. THEN I SAW THE REST OF THE GIF OMF



this whole post is full of cute omg

wifflesgiraffy:

silverie-stitches:

lusoric:

gallowscalibratorh3h3:

……WHATS SAD IS I HAVE SEVERAL GREAT GUYS I GAME WITH AND THEYA RE SWEETHEARTS AND NOT THE ASSHOLES WHO MAKE FUN OF FEMALE GAMERS

AND I ONCE DID THIS AND OMG I WAS LIKE COVERED WITH AMO AND I LAUGHED ALL

'AWW YEEEA MY MAN WHORES KNOW HOW TO KEEP MAMA HAPPY'

AND I SWEAR THEY LAUGHED SO MUCH ONE CHOKED ON A CIGARETTE LKSDHFLHK

At first I thought this was going to be one of those “gamer girl” posts about how “girls suck at video games lolzor” and I was like ugh, running out of ammo is a normal thing it doesn’t make you bad gamer and being a girl doesn’t make you a bad gamer. THEN I SAW THE REST OF THE GIF OMF

this whole post is full of cute omg

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Oh Captain, Which Captain?

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buzzfeed:

We should all stop using this website. 

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holyhobbitshit:

shinitama:

sadness-or-euphoria:

Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.

Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.

I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.

I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.

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buckyderp:

not-safe-for-earth:

vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…

OH MY HEART

'Do you wanna punch a Nazi? It kinda has to be a Nazi.'

buckyderp:

not-safe-for-earth:

vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,

But now we’re not.

I wish you would tell me why…

OH MY HEART

'Do you wanna punch a Nazi? It kinda has to be a Nazi.'

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Three weeks ago, my friend Joe lost his father to a long battle with cancer. Earlier this week, Joe’s mother got in a fatal car accident which resulted in her death. Joe is a senior in high school and most of his money was already going towards paying bills for his family. Unfortunately, now he has no more close family and has the responsibility of paying for the funerals for both of his parents.
I know most of you probably won’t be able to help, but I knew it couldn’t hurt to spread the word. My school and community are trying to come together to raise money to help him out with the funeral expenses.
If there is any chance you are able to make any sort of financial donation to helping him out, please contact me on my personal blog for more information. Something like a $10-20 donation could help tremendously, but please remember that even the smallest amounts (even $1 if that’s all you can do) will be greatly appreciated. 
Even if you can’t donate money, it would be wonderful if you could spread the word. Prayers and positive vibes sent his way could also be a great help. This is a tragic thing for someone at his age to be going through. Please do anything you can to help whether it’s donations, spreading the word, or prayers for him.

Three weeks ago, my friend Joe lost his father to a long battle with cancer. Earlier this week, Joe’s mother got in a fatal car accident which resulted in her death. Joe is a senior in high school and most of his money was already going towards paying bills for his family. Unfortunately, now he has no more close family and has the responsibility of paying for the funerals for both of his parents.

I know most of you probably won’t be able to help, but I knew it couldn’t hurt to spread the word. My school and community are trying to come together to raise money to help him out with the funeral expenses.

If there is any chance you are able to make any sort of financial donation to helping him out, please contact me on my personal blog for more information. Something like a $10-20 donation could help tremendously, but please remember that even the smallest amounts (even $1 if that’s all you can do) will be greatly appreciated. 

Even if you can’t donate money, it would be wonderful if you could spread the word. Prayers and positive vibes sent his way could also be a great help. This is a tragic thing for someone at his age to be going through. Please do anything you can to help whether it’s donations, spreading the word, or prayers for him.

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5 hours ago

dudewheresmycat:

justplainsomething:

capsicle107:

#everyone is all over hiddleston for this scene but can we appreciate how great evans was at imitating his mannerisms?

Evans was so good that we forgot it wasn’t Hiddleston playing Loki pretending to be Steve.

The entire scene is magnificent

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5 hours ago

marvelobsessions:

remember when the avengers was new?

remember how exciting it was to finally have some of our favorite superheros interacting in one movie?

remember getting chills during this scene?

image

remember feeling like a superhero when the screen went black and the credit music came on?

Please never forget how special The Avengers is. 

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5 hours ago

sonnet-91:

losille2000:

That moment you realize that a large contributing factor to Benedict bowing out of Crimson Peak was likely due to the fact that he got a finalized script and realized he was uncomfortable with the kink factor in it.

But Tom Hiddleston wasn’t.

image

Tom Hiddleston wasn’t.

 OH DEAR GOD

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orchid-ink:

iraffiruse:

Satisfying things

being a human is so weird

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satanthemusical:

spiderbuttmerlin:

fangirling-always:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

gallifrey-feels:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

m-chi:

It’s time to take your medicine Amy
#reality

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU

nOPE

He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.
He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.
He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.
It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.
And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.
He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.
She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.
They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.
Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.
He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.
So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.
"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.
And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.
He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.
Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.
Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.
In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…
And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.

because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.

oh god l’m crying

I

that was so well written omg

satanthemusical:

spiderbuttmerlin:

fangirling-always:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

gallifrey-feels:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

m-chi:

It’s time to take your medicine Amy

#reality

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU

nOPE

He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.

He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.

He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.

It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.

And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.

He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.

She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.

They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.

Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.

He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.

So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.

"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.

And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.

He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.

Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.

Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.

In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…

And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.


because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.

oh god l’m crying

I

that was so well written omg

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i-wonder-whats-for-dinner:

xchickengirlx:

clavid:

Is Mario ok

Mario is reflecting on life. Wondering why there is so much fighting and bloodshed. Having to fight people like his brother and lover on the battlefield, and getting his ass handed to him on a regular basis
It’s too much.  His spirit has broken

this is it this is my favorite post on all of tumblr nothing will ever defeat this post

i-wonder-whats-for-dinner:

xchickengirlx:

clavid:

Is Mario ok

Mario is reflecting on life. Wondering why there is so much fighting and bloodshed. Having to fight people like his brother and lover on the battlefield, and getting his ass handed to him on a regular basis

It’s too much.  His spirit has broken

this is it this is my favorite post on all of tumblr nothing will ever defeat this post

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5 hours ago

zeramato:

Students who still have a lot ahead of them. Students like me, who still have dreams, goals, and students who still aim for achievements. But because of this tragedy, it all faded away. 

I bow and salute to the brave students who saved the lives of others and sacrificed themselves. They are heroes. They are people who deserves a lot better than awards. They deserve to be in Heaven, a place full of happiness and there will be no more sufferings. I also pray for the lives of the family and the people involved in this accident and specially the souls of these heroes.

I hope that the students who were saved by these mighty students will live their lives to the fullest, achieve their dreams and goals and love their family more. I also wish that they will live being inspired by the heroes who saved their lives. Please do so.

And for the captain, my middle finger salutes you. Live well. In guilt. Thank you.

#PrayForSouthKorea

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