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skullmoon:

Jack has the best plans


copperbadge:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

cheskamouse:

craftastrophies:

edgebug:

Iron Man (2008): Deleted Scenes

Tony Comes Home

christ.

can you imagine though, jarvis all alone in tony’s malibu house? jarvis who of course doesn’t have any physical form at all, jarvis who at this point occupies just the house and tony’s phone—jarvis, who is dependent on tony for everything, who lives essentially in tony’s pocket, suddenly being completely alone for the first time in his silicon life.

and every ten minutes on the dot for days and days and days he accesses the latest news reports, re-calculating and re-calculating tony’s chances at survival, endlessly running the numbers. and nobody told him to do that. tony’s house was empty and dark and nobody told jarvis to keep an eye on the news but he did. jarvis could have just spun down his hard drives and gone into hibernate mode, but he didn’t.

no, he watched the news. he stood vigil. he waited and he hoped that his calculations were wrong. that one day he would be able to say welcome home, sir once more.

Emotional state: upset about robots.

Well yea, kids get upset when their parent isn’t around.

I HAVE SO MANY JARVIS FEELS RIGHT NOW

There’s actually a spectacular fanfic that deals really well with this: The Medley Of Elan Vital.


mumblingsage:

yamino:

iamingrid:

yamino:

omgthatdress:

Half-Mourning Dress
1910-1912
The Victoria & Albert Museum

What’s a “half-mourning” dress?  Mourning in the front, party in the back?

Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning. 
Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.

That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:


I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.

mumblingsage:

yamino:

iamingrid:

yamino:

omgthatdress:

Half-Mourning Dress

1910-1912

The Victoria & Albert Museum

What’s a “half-mourning” dress?  Mourning in the front, party in the back?

Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning. 

Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.

That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:

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I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.


postllimit:

why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”


breadraptor:

i love trying to sing multiple parts of dr horrible

A MAAAN’S GOTTA DO WHAT A MAAAN’S GOTTA DO are you kidd sEEEEMS DESTIN what heist were you watchi ME SAVIN’ YOU stop looking at her like that WHEEEN YOU’RE THE BEST YOU CANT did you notice that he threw you in the garbage? THERE’S ASS NEEDS KICKING SOME TICKING  i stopped the van, the remote control was in my hand!! thE ONLY DOOM THAT’S LOOMING IS YOU LO-WHAAAAATEVER—SO PLEASE GIVE ME A SEC TO CATCH MY BREATH.


"This isn’t about learning to take a joke. This is about learning that your jokes aren’t funny.
To the girl in my tenth grade math class who told me to go kill myself when I was proud of having finished my homework: trust me, killing myself was already on my mind.
To the boys who laughed at my anger when they broke into my locker and threw the contents around the hall: you taught me to internalize my emotions at age twelve and to let them out with a blade.
To the boys who threw things at me in the hall calling me a ‘tranny’ and to the boy who expressed just how much he wanted to set me on fire and watch me burn just because I stood up for my gay friends: thank you for ensuring I will never graduate high school because walking into the building made me want to throw up.
To the people who will leave this auditorium today making jokes about me and my speech and the whole subject of bullying; to the ones who think I’m exaggerating; to the ones who think bullying is in the past: you’re the problem. And the only solution is to realize that and to work against it.
Not saying no is saying yes.
So say no. Get angry about this because this matters. Hundreds of thousands of teens are dying at their own hand every year and you need to be upset about that. You need to realize that if you jokingly tell someone to kill themselves and they follow through, then you can be tried for murder in a court of law. And most of all you need to know that that is not an over reaction.
To the people who see bullying happen and say something about it: thank you.
To the people here who are bullied into silence just as I was: speak up before you lose your voice completely.
Bullying needs to stop. So stop being the problem and be part of the solution."

Theresa Adams (anti bullying speech)

anti bullying    bullying    speech    tw; bullying    

thefaultinourscarves:

september 1st??? are you sure

why are you Dean


danasaur-lester:

thehardcoredanosaur:

what if childbirth is just the pain of the 9 periods you missed

and all this time i thought it was the baby ripping through your vagina


spectredeflector:

roboboners:

euo:

xiwx:

euo:

Where’s that pic of the human and the like llama human and the human is feeding the llama human and he’s like “I owe you my life” and it’s in like Microsoft paint I really need it please

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THANK YOU

i’ve eaten that meme

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http://questionable-motifs.tumblr.com/post/96411758982/tasteslikeglitterandrockandroll-gardenburger 

tasteslikeglitterandrockandroll:

gardenburger:

dark-dionysian-nsfw:

gardenburger:

HOW COME WHEN HARRY GETS BITTEN BY THE BASILISK IN CHAMBER OF SECRETS THAT DOESNT DESTROY THE HORCRUX IN HIM SOMEONE ANSWER THIS???

Because…

Because… Shit.

Can we get JKR on the phone ?

In order for the horcrux to be destroyed, the object it’s in needs to be completely destroyed as well. So if Harry had died then and there then yes, the horcrux would have been destroyed. Basilisk venom works against horcruxes because there is only one antidote: phoenix tears. If they had poured Phoenix tears on the cup or the diary shortly after stabbing it then the horcrux would be healed and restored.
TL;DR : Fawkes cried on Harry’s bobo and healed the horcrux as well.


hp    

cas-is-deans-huggy-bear:

penis-hunger-games:

buck-barnes:

i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run its course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”

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There we go.



ereboreanbadger:

Ravenclaw: Do it once you’ve gathered enough relevant information.
Hufflepuff: Do it with integrity.
Slytherin: Do it on your own terms.

Gryffindor: Do it for the vine.


Fanfiction (The Gay Angel Song)

landofrunawayangels:

Thanks to huntandshout, writingforwings, and missingmymothership for helping me!

Lyrics:

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