April212014

abnormuhl:

homovikings:

i’m laughing so hard at how advanced technology is in asgard

the reason thor was disoriented on midgard when he got sent down was because it was too basic for him, he was thrown for a loop

#travel back to stone age #fail at using a flint #get dubbed as stupid by all the cavemen

(via sasssgard)

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hazifiy:

disheartens:

I AM A STRONG INDEPENDENT awkward teenage girl who sorta wants a man but can’t really get one 

i feel this spiritually

(via dr-leospaceman)

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sagihairius:

this girl ripped her galaxy leggings today and i couldnt stop laughing because there was a rip in the fabric of space

(via doyousupposeshe-sawildflower)

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actionables:

lovelixst:

rivendellcustomersupport:

this was designed for very young children and i am not a young child i am a 260 pound man

how did you get in there.

How did you get out

(via itsjollylove)

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starfleetsfinest:

appolsaucy:

gyzym:

blueshoesandbluemountains:

novakian:

Chris Pine singing ‘Fly Me To The Moon” on Jimmy Kimmel Live

image

I am reblogging this SOLELY because that reaction jpeg is the physical embodiment of how I feel about this entire occurrence.

utterly amazed by every part of this, but most especially the bit where chris pine unintentionally and without irony reenacts kristen wiig’s “i’m not going to sing, don’t make me sing” character from SNL  

 (gyzym)

#EXCUSE ME #BUT WAS OL’ BLUE EYES REINCARNATED INTO CHRIS PINE?? #BECAUSE THAT LITERALLY SOUNDED LIKE GODDAMN FRANK SINATRA RIGHT THERE #HELP

(Source: hiddlesy, via dr-leospaceman)

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becausebirds:

BIRD EGG BIRD EGG BIRD EGG

becausebirds:

BIRD EGG BIRD EGG BIRD EGG

(via ursaringsmash)

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jennofohio:

newvagabond:

Must be Pepper’s birthday and he only remembered like 5 minutes ago during a fight.

I imagine him getting blasted and falling through the ceiling of a mall next to Victoria’s Secret and just going, “oh, well, while I’m here.”

jennofohio:

newvagabond:

Must be Pepper’s birthday and he only remembered like 5 minutes ago during a fight.

I imagine him getting blasted and falling through the ceiling of a mall next to Victoria’s Secret and just going, “oh, well, while I’m here.”

(Source: morti-do, via superwholock-adventuretime)

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schmergo:

I like Russell Crowe. I like that his first and last names are both sound effects that you’d hear in a graveyard on a foggy day in late autumn.

(via peeta-chips)

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vivianvivisection:

straight boys think girls can’t take compliments, and that’s ridiculous cause i’ve seen so many girls compliment each other, i’ve seen conversations & friendships blossom from girls complimenting each other in line, on the street, at school waiting for the bys, pretty much anywhere.

the problem is straight boys think sexual harassment & assault are compliments.

(via pandorasmusicalbox)

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brynnasaurus:

so I was wearing a Captain America shirt on my run today and TWO separate people shouted ‘ON YOUR LEFT’ at me

sometimes the world is a wonderful and magical place

(via theselflessandthebrave)

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fyeahnursingthings:

I am an ER nurse. I am so tired of bringing a patient meds and having the whole family ask “Did the doctor recommend that?” No, the janitor thought some norepinephrine might fix your mom’s BP of 50/10, but she seemed pretty confident so I went with it.

(via winlark)

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mrrepzion:

mrrepzion:

generation-z0mbie:

RE: WHAT GUYS LOOK FOR IN GIRLS

Three boys get told by this man

HOLY SHIT 14,000 REBLOGS!? 

So this is how my video has gotten 160,000 views? Thank you everyone who reblog this. I’ve never had a gif set go semi-tumblr-viral. its pretty cool. 

(via ursaringsmash)

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Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d (via i-blame-reagan)

(via winlark)

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