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princessakane:

OH MY GOD.

princessakane:

OH MY GOD.

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benedicthiddleston:

swetik:

daleknek:

magnacarta13:

This is my new favourite post.

+1

Oh Tom :D

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tattooed-yogi:

More photos from the OUSU Women’s “I Need Feminism Because…” campaign in Oxford.

(Source: feminist-space)

agayepiscopalian:

I really want one of these…

I love this so much. Minus the “thy racist neighbor”. I accept the fact that racists are alive. I will think very little of them until they learn, comprehend, and practice empathy. 
And for “thy imprisoned neighbor”, it depends on what they did. Sexual predators? Oh hell no. 

agayepiscopalian:

I really want one of these…

I love this so much. 
Minus the “thy racist neighbor”. I accept the fact that racists are alive. I will think very little of them until they learn, comprehend, and practice empathy. 

And for “thy imprisoned neighbor”, it depends on what they did. Sexual predators? Oh hell no. 

batlesbo:

teadalek:

Best Friends

Born in Africa to French wildlife photographer parents, Tippi Degré had a most unusual childhood. The young girl grew up in the African desert and developed an uncommon bond with many untamed animals including a 28-year old African elephant named Abu, a leopard nicknamed J&B, lion cubs, giraffes, an Ostrich, a mongoose, crocodiles, a baby zebra, a cheetah, giant bullfrogs, and even a snake. Africa was her home for many years and Tippi became friends with the ferocious animals and tribespeople of Namibia. As a young child, the French girl said, “I don’t have friends here. Because I never see children. So the animals are my friends.”

This asldkfjdkfj is the most askdjfkdjf ghhhh<333

Happy Birthday, David John McDonald! (18.04.1971)

Ok, this is my last Happy Birthday David Tennant post! :D 

Sorry not sorry for the DT spam! MWUAHAHAHAHA!!!

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kristaaawn:

queefball:

lexiconophilia:

all 46 excuses on my friends wall, 

1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow

2. we can’t all be usain bolt

3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”

4. i had pe first period do you blame me

5. i really, really didn’t want to sing

6. my brother thought it would be hilarious to drop me outside the prison gates

7. you can’t tell me how to live my life

8. #YOLO

9. my legs fell off and i had to roll all the way to the emergency clinic

10. there was a freak yachting accident

11. i am a fucking retard

12. this is just for my wall

13. do you even read these

14. “it does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop

15. i spent my entire night writing tom daley fanfiction

16. my father left my mother for an air hostess seven years ago do you expect me to get over that emotional trauma overnight

17. sarah palin and i got into a twitter war and i couldn’t leave and let her win

18. traffic jammy jammy jam

19. how can i go to school when alex turner

20. my sim was having an emotional meltdown and i needed to be there for her

21. i was sticking it to the man

22. i spent my entire night worrying if i would ever lose my virginity 

23. fifty shades of late; i was walking and then i caught the eye of an attractive member of the opposite sex and we began exchanging significant looks and i knew we would one day make sweet love so i just walked alongside him and tried to catch his eye and to be continued

24. part two he was playing hard to get so we walked and walked and he had the perfect hair colour it was sort of beige brown anyway it turned out he was walking to a bus stop so obviously i had to catch the bus because true love and silently we rode out to papakura and into the sunset

25. my meth lab caught fire

26. my bed is more comfortable than your school will ever be

27. i was sad

28. it was a nice day, so i walked leisurely

29. i had beat my younger brother for saying “swag”

30. i had to travel back to the 1950’s to ensure my birth

31. 2 kool 4 scool

32. i had to stop, collaborate and listen

33. i tried

34. i’m sorry i’m late

      it’s not my fault

      my auntie was killed

      and i joined a cult

35. a haiku about lateness:

late late late late late

late late late late late late late

 late late late late late

36. my best friend was telling me how to give a satisfactory blow job i wish i was joking

37. i was fashionably late

38. i was caught in a flash mob true story omfg

39. i did not choose the late life, the late life chose me

40. do

41. you

42. even

43. read

44. these

45. i was fighting al qaeda

46. traffic

OH MY GFUCKING GOD

ahahahaha!!! XDD i was always late for school

I was constantly late for school as a kid. In middle school, I was constantly late for homeroom. In high school, I was constantly late for my first class of the day. And in college, I continue to struggle with being late for my first class of the day. 

And seeing this just fills me with joy. 

JOY, I SAY.

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collegehumor:

Orc Proves to be Poor Method of Seduction
Least sexy thing you could have possibly ever done, ever? That sounds like a challenge to me.

If I ever manage to get another boyfriend, and he&#8217;s as awesome as he should be, I am totally going to say this to him. XD 

collegehumor:

Orc Proves to be Poor Method of Seduction

Least sexy thing you could have possibly ever done, ever? That sounds like a challenge to me.

If I ever manage to get another boyfriend, and he’s as awesome as he should be, I am totally going to say this to him. XD 

(Source: reddit.com)

adventuresinnerdland:

idkmybffflamingo:

disgruntleddiscoheadbob:

remustheravenclaw:

caitoooo:

imgoverdose:

Eerily realistic figures, carved from wood. - Bruno Walpoth

WHAT IN FRESH HELL

I…no.

whattheflyingmotherfuck

jesus fuck

I thought that these were people covered in flour or something.

^ That’s exactly what I thought. This is so incredibly incredible. I can’t find words to accurately and concisely describe how utterly amazing these are. 

sancho108:

matelotage:

cattcattcattcatt:

confidentinmyskinn:

rhosyncalypso:

weasleyappreciationblog:

nick-lang-is-twilight-sparkle:

the-feminist-librarian:

feministdykeslut:

slutshamersonfb:

TRIGGER WARNING

This is a Scottish anti-rape PSA that is a direct response to blaming a rape victim for dressing like a slut. What do you think? Is it effective?

ummmmm YES.

we need PSA’s like this in the U.S. asap. this video gets to the point of what rape culture is and is very serious about it.

WIN WIN WIN WIN

Wow, absolutely. This was amazing, and it was only thirty seconds.

this is fantastic

This!! Show this in the states! 

Fucking brilliant

This is amazing

Scotland you’re doing it right! I will hug you Scotland, yes I will.

so proud to be scottish

glitterjustlikegold:

quitcomplaining:

tasteofhiddles:

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says as you shuffle into the kitchen. You rub your eyes at the brightness of the sunlight - which is pouring in through the open windows - bouncing off of every surface, effectively blinding you. Tom smiles, his expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. You come over to where he is lounging at the dining table and he opens his arms, inviting you in.
You crawl onto his lap and he shifts so that you are curled up against him comfortably, his long arms wrapped around you. You lift your head to kiss him, but a yawn overtakes you and he laughs loudly, his tongue wedging between his teeth.
“Sleep okay?” he asks and kisses your temple instead. You chuckle and nod, letting out a groggy moan. “There’s coffee ready if you’d like some.”
“I would love a cup,” you say, feeling yourself perk up at the thought of that delicious liquid energy. He pats your leg and you maneuver yourself off of him so he can stand. He pulls you in then for a proper kiss, his mouth soft and familiar, one warm palm coming up to your cheek.
He traces your jaw with the back of his hand, and tilts your chin up so he can look into your eyes. His are bright, full of energy and life; a pool of greens and blues that change with his mood. You can’t help a fluttering in the pit of your stomach when he looks at you like this. Especially first thing in the morning, when his curly mess of hair is still tussled from the night before, and his loose fitting clothes hang so perfectly on his tall, lean, frame. 
“I love you, Mrs. Hiddleston,” he whispers, and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your eyes close as you smile and wrap your arms around his slender waist. He hugs you tightly and rocks side to side in a silly little dance before stopping with a chuckle and offering you an adorable wink. “Now how about that coffee?”


WHY WOULD YOU POST THAT

why why why WHY IN HELL WOULD YOU POST THAT. I CANT LIVE ANYMORE

glitterjustlikegold:

quitcomplaining:

tasteofhiddles:

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says as you shuffle into the kitchen. You rub your eyes at the brightness of the sunlight - which is pouring in through the open windows - bouncing off of every surface, effectively blinding you. Tom smiles, his expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. You come over to where he is lounging at the dining table and he opens his arms, inviting you in.

You crawl onto his lap and he shifts so that you are curled up against him comfortably, his long arms wrapped around you. You lift your head to kiss him, but a yawn overtakes you and he laughs loudly, his tongue wedging between his teeth.

“Sleep okay?” he asks and kisses your temple instead. You chuckle and nod, letting out a groggy moan. “There’s coffee ready if you’d like some.”

“I would love a cup,” you say, feeling yourself perk up at the thought of that delicious liquid energy. He pats your leg and you maneuver yourself off of him so he can stand. He pulls you in then for a proper kiss, his mouth soft and familiar, one warm palm coming up to your cheek.

He traces your jaw with the back of his hand, and tilts your chin up so he can look into your eyes. His are bright, full of energy and life; a pool of greens and blues that change with his mood. You can’t help a fluttering in the pit of your stomach when he looks at you like this. Especially first thing in the morning, when his curly mess of hair is still tussled from the night before, and his loose fitting clothes hang so perfectly on his tall, lean, frame. 

“I love you, Mrs. Hiddleston,” he whispers, and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your eyes close as you smile and wrap your arms around his slender waist. He hugs you tightly and rocks side to side in a silly little dance before stopping with a chuckle and offering you an adorable wink. “Now how about that coffee?”

WHY WOULD YOU POST THAT

why why why WHY IN HELL WOULD YOU POST THAT. I CANT LIVE ANYMORE

there is no truth, only perception: A well-known speaker started off his seminar holding up a $20.00 bill....

battlesofawarrior:

A well-known speaker started off his seminar holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, “Who still wants it…?” Still the hands were up in the air. “Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air. “My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We may feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE. You are special-Don’t EVER forget it.” If you do not pass this on, you may never know the lives it touches, the hurting hearts it speaks to, or the hope that it may bring. Count your blessings, not your problems.

Mom: Sally, you can't use Google anymore. They support homos having all kinds of rights, including marriage, and we're against that. It'll tear up the social fabric of our society and threaten our religious freedom.
Sally: How am I supposed to do my homework?
Mom: Just go straight to wikipedia, Sally.
Sally: But my teacher says I have to use a peer-reviewed article from a reputable academic journal.
Mom: Then go to the journal's website.
Sally: How am I supposed to know what website that is without using Google?
Mom: You'll have to use Bing.
Sally: But Microsoft donated money to marriage equality campaigns.
Mom: I'll just take you to the library.
Sally: But my homework is due tomorrow, and, because of recent budget cuts, our library is closed on Mondays.
Mom: I'll just go speak to your teacher and get you an extension.
Sally: And say what, Mom? "I wouldn't let Sally do her homework because I'm afraid of what will happen if we treat people with respect and have that reflected in our legal system. I have this irrational fear that two consenting adults, who were willing to fight for the ability to love each other and have that represented in a legal and social contract that offers protection and stability for both them and whatever children they may have, may actually show up heterosexuals with our 50% divorce rate, because they clearly value what marriage is supposed to mean"? You can walk away now....Oh, and, by the way, we should probably quit paying the electric company as well. They had a float in the pride parade this year. Not to mention, it will help you achieve your fantasy of living in the Dark Ages.