SalamandarCreations

asimplesandpitturtle:

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

tumblr did the thing again

asimplesandpitturtle:

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

tumblr did the thing again

(via collinthefandomshipper)

andysmcnally:

an-excellent-rectangle:

The quality of the video is shit, but it beats waiting another 84 years for an HD promo …

Here’s the FULL video. The other one was missing the first part.

(via nevillellongbottom)

“I twittered about this earlier, but sometimes it feels as though talking about misogyny in this industry is like dealing with Groundhog Day: there seems to be a continuous reset, a collective male amnesia around the issue. As if, when a woman speaks out, it’s for the first time and everyone is shocked. Just shocked, I tell you. Sexism exists? OH MY GOD.”
— Veteran writer Marjorie Liu on sexual harassment/misogny in the comics industry—and the collective amnesia that hits much of the industry every time the topic ever gets broached. (via robot6)

(via captainlucifer)

catnipwincest:

ibleedtheatre:

fangirlingwithhazza:

myversionofperfect:

hyliam:

they should invent

a treadmill

with a laptop built in

and unless you were walking, the internet wouldn’t work

like you had to be walking on it, you can’t just trick it and stand on the sides

i would lose so much weight

the faster you go the faster the wifi

Now that’s motivation

image

wow look at sammy go he needs the internet for research. 

(via blue-eyes-and-apple-pies)

elphias-treason:

Look at that grin. She’s so fucking pleased with herself.

She should be proud of herself. And that fucker who stole her bike should die in a hole. Some…Insidious goat stole my old bike, and I never saw it again, and you know what? If I EVER find out who stole my bike, my pride and joy, my family heirloom, I will Personally see to it that they can never reproduce, and that they are permanentely disfigured for the rest of their miserable fucking lives. YOU DON’T JUST STEAL SOMEONE’S BIKE YOU TOSSER.  A bike is a PART of someone! anyone who is serious in any small way about cycling forms an INTENSE EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT TO THEIR BIKE, ESPECIALLY their first bike. Their first REAL bicycle. My Dad has had his old bike from highschool in a box in the garage for the past 30 years, because it’s impossible to ride. But you know what? He can’t get rid of it, because it’s IMPORTANT.  Do you remember how devastated Harry Potter was when his Nimbus 2000 got smashed to bits? YEAH, MULTIPLY THAT BY 30 AND YOU’LL KNOW HOW I FELT WHEN SOME ASSHAT STOLE MY BEST FRIEND. And people depend on their bicycles! They aren’t solely recreational, these people use their bikes to commute, to live their lives! IF YOU STEAL SOMEONE’S BICYCLE, YOU DESERVE TO ROT IN THE DARKEST DEPTHS OF HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY. YOU DESERVE TO WALK BAREFOOT ON LEGOS FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE. 
DON’T STEAL PEOPLE’S FUCKING BICYCLES YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER MICROPHALLIC, CARMINATIVE, SACRILEGIOUS LICKSPITTLE. MAY YOU ONLY EVER EXPERIENCE AXILLISM IN THE BEDROOM FOREVER MORE.

elphias-treason:

Look at that grin. She’s so fucking pleased with herself.

She should be proud of herself. And that fucker who stole her bike should die in a hole. Some…Insidious goat stole my old bike, and I never saw it again, and you know what? If I EVER find out who stole my bike, my pride and joy, my family heirloom, I will Personally see to it that they can never reproduce, and that they are permanentely disfigured for the rest of their miserable fucking lives. YOU DON’T JUST STEAL SOMEONE’S BIKE YOU TOSSER.  A bike is a PART of someone! anyone who is serious in any small way about cycling forms an INTENSE EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT TO THEIR BIKE, ESPECIALLY their first bike. Their first REAL bicycle. My Dad has had his old bike from highschool in a box in the garage for the past 30 years, because it’s impossible to ride. But you know what? He can’t get rid of it, because it’s IMPORTANT.  Do you remember how devastated Harry Potter was when his Nimbus 2000 got smashed to bits? YEAH, MULTIPLY THAT BY 30 AND YOU’LL KNOW HOW I FELT WHEN SOME ASSHAT STOLE MY BEST FRIEND. And people depend on their bicycles! They aren’t solely recreational, these people use their bikes to commute, to live their lives! IF YOU STEAL SOMEONE’S BICYCLE, YOU DESERVE TO ROT IN THE DARKEST DEPTHS OF HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY. YOU DESERVE TO WALK BAREFOOT ON LEGOS FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE. 

DON’T STEAL PEOPLE’S FUCKING BICYCLES YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER MICROPHALLIC, CARMINATIVE, SACRILEGIOUS LICKSPITTLE. MAY YOU ONLY EVER EXPERIENCE AXILLISM IN THE BEDROOM FOREVER MORE.

(via avengersassemble-inmypants)

"What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, and who runs through women? What I have is a son who shows no interest in them. What you do at night with your boys, after your show of skirt-chasing, is a disgrace."

(Source: surelyschurrle, via totallyredvines)

tomriddlevevo:

❝ I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANY MORE—”

(via jchnwhatson)

bobs-burgers-gifs:

Louise Belcher: Queen of Sarcasm - S3xE01

(via the-apple-pie-was-worth-it)

drowninginyoursmile:

heyfunniest:

Russell Brand telling Westboro Baptist what’s up.

I will reblog this until my fingers bleed.

(Source: thetwelfthtardis, via hellishhounds)