(Source: -bangyouredead)

slaythewendybird:

The child was ahead of his times.

(Source: keptyn)

juliajm15:

This is when you realize how many songs this movie has O.O

I think I don’t have an excuse, I just wanted to draw these ‘-‘

civil-anarchy:

pixalry:

Kanto Illustrations #095 - 111 - Created by Piper Thibodeau

Here is part 5 of Piper’s ongoing reimagination of the entire Pokedex! As always, Piper’s skill and creativity continue to amaze us, and this installment has some really great ones (seriously, just look at that Cubone). Make sure you follow Piper on Tumblr and Twitter for all her latest work.

You should also check out…

#001 - 026 here 

#027 - 049 here

#050 - 073 here

#074 - 094 here.

If anyone was wondering how character redesigns should work- look no further

teamdickrats:

stars-will-lead-the-way:

incision:

elizabethii:

The Queen breaking into laughter as She passes Her husband, the Duke of Edinburgh, standing outside the Buckingham Palace, 2005

she’s so cute

anytime the queen goes past any of her family she just pisses herself laughing, i love it

HEHEHEHE PHILLIP I’M A STAMP AND YOU’RE NOT
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teamdickrats:

stars-will-lead-the-way:

incision:

elizabethii:

The Queen breaking into laughter as She passes Her husband, the Duke of Edinburgh, standing outside the Buckingham Palace, 2005

she’s so cute

anytime the queen goes past any of her family she just pisses herself laughing, i love it

HEHEHEHE PHILLIP I’M A STAMP AND YOU’RE NOT

satanthemusical:

spiderbuttmerlin:

fangirling-always:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

gallifrey-feels:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

m-chi:

It’s time to take your medicine Amy
#reality

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU

nOPE

He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.
He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.
He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.
It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.
And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.
He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.
She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.
They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.
Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.
He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.
So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.
"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.
And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.
He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.
Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.
Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.
In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…
And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.

because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.

oh god l’m crying

I

that was so well written omg
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satanthemusical:

spiderbuttmerlin:

fangirling-always:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

gallifrey-feels:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

m-chi:

It’s time to take your medicine Amy

#reality

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU

nOPE

He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.

He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.

He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.

It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.

And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.

He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.

She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.

They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.

Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.

He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.

So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.

"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.

And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.

He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.

Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.

Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.

In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…

And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.

because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.

oh god l’m crying

I

that was so well written omg

the-queen-of-crossroads:

HIMYM Bloopers: Neil accidentally touched Cobie’s boob.

The fact that he’s gay makes it 1000 times better

(Source: ellezner)

johnshavesfor-sherlock:

teamladsximpala:

arthurkirklandofficial:

kyriankreep:

mollyiscoolokay:

The year is 3000, my great great great grand daughter isn’t fine at all and freddos are £4 each

#the dfs sale is still on though

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i dont know whats happening in this post

British stuff

(Source: melrosedinerr)

prettylittletmi:

 What Does S.H.I.E.L.D. Stand For?

hippostin:

the way Portia is looking at Ellen kills me
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hippostin:

the way Portia is looking at Ellen kills me

Tom Hiddleston's birthday message to me at the Iron Man 3 premiere

thanks to my best friend
veinvain (。^‿^。✿)

(Source: sedisiac)

jerkidiot:

wlovepierce:

jerkidiot:

sonnyforpresident:

jerkidiot:

jerkidiot:

IM A TEENAGER I WANNA BE DANGEROUS I WANNA DO SOMETHING CRAZY I WANNA GO STEAL A TRAFFIC LIGHT

REBELLION

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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT TRAFFIC LIGHTS WERE A LOT SMALLER

YOU THINK THAT’S BIG?? CHECK OUT THIS STOP SIGN I JUST GRABBED

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STOP STEALING ROAD NAVIGATIONAL ESSENTIALS.

NO

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musical-treasures:

So a boyband walked onto the Britain’s Got Talent stage and everyone thought they were going to sing One Direction or something typical…and then they sung Stars from Les Miserables.

This is the best thing ever. Just listen to those harmonies <3

sixpenceee:

solunais:

sixpenceee:

Some followers suggested this to me.

The island known as the “island of madness”, “hell” and “the most haunted place on Earth” is being sold!

Here’s a quick, history behind it:

The plagued people were shipped off to Poveglia Island, a small, secluded land mass that floats between Venice and Lido. There, people lived out the last of their wretched lives together until they died.

Since the island already reeked of death, the next time an epidemic came along, barely alive bodies were dumped there and burned in mass graves.

In the 20s, a mental hospital was built to welcome the island’s newest “guests,” or anybody that showed symptoms of any sort of sickness, physical or mental.

Basically, if you had an itch, away you went to Poveglia where you’d sink your feet into the soil (half dirt, half human ash) and be in the company of over 100K diseased ghosts.

It didn’t help when the place was converted into a hospital for the mentally ill in 1922. Rumor has it, the hospital was home to a number of crude lobotomies, performed by a doctor who’d been driven mad by the ghosts. He later flung himself off the bell tower.

The Italian government is now offering a 99-year lease to whomever’s brave enough to take it over. The italian government thinks it would make a great hotel destination!

SOURCE

"Build a hotel" they said. "It will be fun" they said. 

The start of a real life shining everyone

castiels-wormstache:

geekchesters:

…Garth doesn’t have any beefs

Think about that

People make fun of Garth constantly, openly, without shame

Garth is mocked

Garth is laughed at

But Garth knows everyone had their reasons

Garth understands

More than anything, Garth is sympathetic, even when he maybe shouldn’t be

Garth guys

Garth

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