benedict-cumberbeauty:

I laughed too hard at this

benedict-cumberbeauty:

I laughed too hard at this

4 hours ago with 59,604 notes — via warmcrotch, © primadouche



shertockhotmes:

All I want is one character from Downton making a cameo in Mr Selfridge while they say they’re away in London.
Just like Mary casually shopping with Rosamund in the background. Miss Hawkins trying to sell them on a new scent. Please.

1 day ago with 97 notes — via shertockhotmes



iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so goddamn cool

1 day ago with 291,672 notes — via warmcrotch, © iguanamouth



westernkanye:

An important purchase

westernkanye:

An important purchase

2 days ago with 121,390 notes — via peterquit, © goldenretrieverworld



harlequinesque:

karma’s only a bitch if you are

4 days ago with 247,173 notes — via damnugale, © funnuraba



swagtron4000:

sorry sir, we don’t have the facilities for a cat scan, but we can certainly get you a lab report

swagtron4000:

sorry sir, we don’t have the facilities for a cat scan, but we can certainly get you a lab report

6 days ago with 283,830 notes — via j-zms, © bobasprite



"My third grade teacher called my mother and said, ‘Ms. Cox, your son is going to end up in New Orleans in a dress if we don’t get him into therapy.’ And wouldn’t you know, just last week I spoke at Tulane University, and I wore a LOVELY green and black dress."
— Laverne Cox, speaking at the University of Kentucky (via so-nyeo-shi-daze)
1 week ago with 109,590 notes — via wehideintheshadows, © so-nyeo-shi-daze



tattoo-on-my-heart:

this is the best thing I’ve seen

1 week ago with 96,699 notes — via randomfandomteacher, © shigeako-cosplay



nightefury:

rabidauthor:

trashy-prince:

2srooky:

shanellbklyn:

x-cunt-hunter-x:

kxngvxgitx:

cold-fury:

One of the best moments of my childhood.

BITCH

ZERO HAD ZERO FUCKS

I can’t even tell you how excited I was that they turned this book into a movie and it was good

I literally have absolutely no complaints with the movie at all. Once, my friend and I did comparisons from the book and the movie, and we found the only major difference was the fact that Stanley wasn’t heavy set when he arrived at the camp in the movie. The majority of the script is raw quotations from the book.
This is my favorite book to movie adaptation and it did everything Percy Jackson, Inkheart, and The Golden Compass didn’t.

yesss this was such a good book and film

And the only reason Stanely wasn’t heavy set was because in the book he loses tons of weight and eventually ends up being almost thin. The director said he didn’t want to force an adolescent boy to lose weight on such a quick filming schedule, and L’bouf’s audition was so spot on, that they decided to go with a thinner Stanely from the beginning

Also the screenplay was wrote by the author

1 week ago with 471,230 notes — via very--lovely--indeed, © faithbreaker



nellachronism:


FLY, YOU FOOLS.

nellachronism:

FLY, YOU FOOLS.

1 week ago with 62,518 notes — via katyhiddlesbatch, © awwww-cute



vikingserket:


wakaswagihomie:

I TRIED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF YEEHAW YAWNING AND

is your cat called yeehaw

vikingserket:

wakaswagihomie:

I TRIED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF YEEHAW YAWNING AND

is your cat called yeehaw

1 week ago with 77,899 notes — via warmcrotch, © wakaswagihomie



1 week ago with 258,195 notes — via warmcrotch, © swizzthewizz



1 week ago with 164,112 notes — via notsoging, © tastefullyoffensive



tootsienoodles:

tylertroyeotp:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

truly the best fanfic ever


oh look my fanfic from like a year and a half agoyou’re welcome everyone

tootsienoodles:

tylertroyeotp:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

image

bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

truly the best fanfic ever

oh look my fanfic from like a year and a half ago

you’re welcome everyone

1 week ago with 462,492 notes — via tootsienoodles, © soy-un-vampido



1 week ago with 6,152 notes — via kirknspock, © sophie-d