Don’t you hate it when you’re just writing along and then you think wait would that even is that possible how does this work oh shit RESEARCH
And the next thing you know you have twenty million tabs open about everything from hydrogen engines to the psychology of serial killers to the evolution of the pronghorn
Onward, my plaid steed…
Real men wear kilts and carry kitten in their kilt pouch thingies.
If you’re not reblogging a kitten in a sporran, there’s something wrong with you.
(Source: lolgraphy)
I’m not really a good person t’say stuff like this, but…
D’you know what it’s like t’go days ‘n days without gettin’ nothin’ t’eat? D’you know how much it hurts ‘n how sick it makes you…’n then if you get food, how th’ food makes you sick ‘cause your body’s not used t’havin’ anything?
D’you have any idea how awful it is? I…I hope you don’t. I don’t want you t’know. I don’t want other people t’know, either. So…can you help? You don’t have t’give money, I know a lotta people don’t got money t’give. But you can help a little.
Go here: freerice.com
Play for about five minutes. Answer th’ word questions. Every one y’get right is 10 grains’a rice donated t’ the United Nations World Food Program. I know it don’t seem like much, but in 5 minutes you c’n prolly get at least one real bowlful of rice. That means that’s a meal for someone who might not’a got nothin’ at all.
I’ve been there. I know what it’s like t’be hungry ‘n have no idea where your next meal’s gonna come from…or if it’s gonna come. My writer’s been there too…it’s scary. Please help make it so that other people don’t have’ta be scared about it?
You. Punks.
Move it.
((PRETEND THIS IS AFTER NOON TODAY. I can’t wait any longer. *snirk* …and I think Soc has slipped farther into the androgyny pool. XD Note that these are wraparound glasses, much like what toddlers wear, because Soc would break anything else before the week was up.))
…I hate you people. These things make me feel like th’ GROUND’S comin’ up t’MEET me ‘n they go all’a way round my HEAD.
……jerk.
Reblogging here ‘cause I’m gonna torment him on two fronts. *snicker*
Whether it be fanfiction, original stories, drabbles, songs, poems, books, or anything that has to do with creative words, then reblog. Let’s gather all the writers of Tumblr together.
(Source: insaneandproudofit)
this is my favorite picture of tfp megatron. look at him. havin a grand old time. what a jolly dude. eyes aimed in complete opposite directions. shark teeth. an unhinged jaw. an incredulous expression
runwhenisayrunfightwhenisayfight:
If you don’t get this reference, you’re too young for tumblr.
are you fucking kidding me pixar puts out a movie ever year a baby would get this reference
it’s not pixar it’s a reference to that time in 1994 when lamps became sentient humanoids
many were lost that day
It was a grim day for mankind. My parents took refuge in a cave and thus saved us from certain death; we lived close to a lamp factory at the time and the surrounding region was utterly devastated in the conflict.
My brother fought one off using only an egg whisk and a pogo stick.
Only 90s kids remember the Lampocalypse
My father still has the scars from where one stole his kidney
((The day the world was too bright….))
(Source: brennablueskies)
I love you - not now, the press is here!
I love you - there’s a guy with a telephoto lens!
I love you - and he hasn’t anything better to shoot….
I love you - and I love you too….
Owls. Love ‘em.
(Source: amnerchy)
I know you wanted this on your dash.
This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
if you listen you can hear it when it lands
(Source: toxicgrin)
When filming Fred’s death, everyone was crying tears as their fake son, brother, friend died. But as Oliver (George) looked down at his own real brother and real best friend, he started choking on his sobs as he feared, ‘What if this was real?. After the director called cut, and James (Fred) sat up, Oliver threw his arms around him and cried into James’ shoulder. Everyone stepped away to give them a moment. Through the sobs, however, everyone was able to catch a simple “I love you, James!” James puts his arm around Oliver and squeezed him in a hug, “Good God, man. I’m not really dead! But I love you too.” Oliver sniffled, “I know…I just thought…what if you were?” James stayed quiet for a few moments, before tears fell from his eyes too, imagining what that must feel like. In that moment, the two brothers were never closer. ” I love you, Oliver,” James cried, hugging Oliver tightly to him. ” I love you too, James,” Oliver whimpered back, returning his tight embrace.
