digitide:

ok guys hear me out

what if we vomited  babies right but they came in a big pill and u have to put the baby in water and watch it grow like one of those dinosaur thingies and then u come back like 2 hours later and your baby is born 

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allie-whack:

almost-always-eventually-right:

Then, this one soldier who just wanted a cool photograph gets murdered by terrorists that are specifically targeting Tony Stark.

This was the moment that made Tony Stark reevaluate his entire life.

This was the moment that made Tony Stark cut the weapons program.

This was the moment that Tony Stark became Iron Man.

This was the moment that never truly left him.

Because it’s after this moment that Tony Stark proceeds to spend the rest of his life making peace-signs in photos, in honor of a young man who was more of a man than Tony could’ve ever dreamt of being; whose death Tony spent months agonizing over and trying to ensure wasn’t in vain.

Can you not what are you doing to my feels why are you always doing this.

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fuckyeahsexyatheists:

velma-dear:

iconicmonsters:

I’m not satanic but these are some damn good rules.

satan does not support rape, animal cruelty, or child abuse

when walking in open territory, bother no one. if someone bothers you, ask them to stop. if they do not stop, destroy them.

*Today on I Didn’t Know I was a Satanist*

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occasional-awesomeness:

hunjeok:

How did I end up with so many ships, jesus christ

At first it was like

and now it’s just like

#the giant one is my otp

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mmn810:

デフォルメマイク落書き

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sojobo:

here is a bird that likes to party, will you party with this bird?

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yell:

areyoubuzzlightyear:

robiningravens:

aurelie-dupont:

Paris Opera Ballet School - 6th Division class

Guys who make fun of guys who do ballet must not realise how disciplined, agile, coordinated and strong you have to be to be a ballet dancer.

^Not only that Professional Football Players and other athletes take Ballet because it improves agility and a lot of other things.

Off-topic, but doing that last stretch on a barre that’s mounted on wheels is always fun. I have such memories of how you’d have to use your toes as a brake to keep it from moving on you…

I am also intensely jealous of how hyper-extended that split is. I could go beyond 180, but not that far!

(via mossysnakes)

iamjacks-completelack-ofsurprise:

Will Smith embarrassing Jaden has got to be one of my all time favorite things

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As per request - Dr. Hannibal Lecter 

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soggypoetry:

The sad truth is that
no one is going to 
stop you on the street
and shake you until 
your true potential spills out.
You’re going to have to do it yourself. 

You may be young, full of love
(if only you knew where to give it!)
and talent
(if only you knew where to use it!)
and you will do yourself a great injustice
if you wait to live until 
someone tells you to. 

There is no hidden world where all
of your problems will go away.
The ”real world” that your parents swear
you’ll enter someday does not exist. There
are bills you may have to pay, there are 
commitments you may have, but 
above all, there is now. 
Quit waiting until 
you become someone else
before you 
like yourself. 

Kid, you put so much of your energy into
fighting to stay alive, 
that you forgot
to live. 

Don’t require yourself to 
have a college degree, 
new friends, a lover,
or live in a new city 
before you allow yourself to be happy.

Decide what you would like to
bring into the world and then do it.
If you needed a sign,
this is it. 

(via soggypoetry)

attabe:

i know my reaction to gore should not be [EXCITED YELLING] but i guess that i just who i am

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for anon, who requested—humans have lights in their skin (kind of like fireflies) and they look a bit like the stars in the night sky

They call it the Kindling, when the faint sheen of prepubescence catches alight, and burns with all the brightness of adulthood. Girls of thirteen stand around bathroom mirrors, examining their faces for bright spots, looking for stray molecular clouds in their nail beds. At seventeen, the boys’ voices crack, and their skin flickers on/off like broken neon signs. All of them are in love with the astrophysics teacher, whose stellar wind sends flickers of light across the lab tables.

Late at night, they lie in bed tracing the spiral arms of their evolving galaxies, and dream dry dreams of neutron star collisions hotter than blue hypergiants.

You are in love, they say, when you find the person whose constellations fit with yours.

(via monsternist)

wouldyouliketoseemymask:

the greatest pissing contest of all time

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blpak:

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late gift for my other friend….!! what do you think?

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