Dear Tumblr Users,

babydoll-was-fucked-w-a-knife:

It’s not racist if a white person isn’t attracted to a POC. 

It’s not homophobic if a guy is only attracted to girls, and if a girl is attracted to only guys. 

It’s not misogynistic if a guy doesn’t want to be with a girl who threatens violence against men. 

Quit it with this shit. Stop playing the victim all the god damn time.

laughingacademy:

sizvideos:

To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter - Video

This was good, and then I reached the last two gifs and IT WAS AWESOME.

tastefullyoffensive:

Awkward Moment Seal [x]

Previously: Best of ‘Business Baby’

lesspopularcultist:

Guardians of The Galaxy: Groot has a thing for pine

justonehiddles:

24 / ∞ pictures of Tom Hiddleston.

justonehiddles:

24 / ∞ pictures of Tom Hiddleston.

tonyabbot:

rachajello:

thehurrierigo:

chainsawnicorn:

Crikey.

union jack…. remix? alright..

AMERICANS ARE SO DUMB IT HURTS

im so ashamed now, we need to change the flag


The sickening sound of flesh hitting concrete is muted by the explosion. Darcy doesn’t think she’s ever felt pain like it in her life. Her very short life, that she’s sure is about to end any second. This isn’t the first time she’s faced down death, but it’s the first time she’s felt it—the impending knowledge that there’s no rescue for it now.
And then he’s there, looming before her. The Winter Soldier, imposing as any Grim Reaper. If he’s here for her soul, she’s not giving it up willingly. Her breath comes in hard pants as she struggles to sit up. She’s not going to cower, not now.
The Winter Soldier studies her, eyes hard and glinting, barely human. There’s no mercy there.
"Aren’t you going to kill me?" she demands. While she doesn’t want to die, the waiting…it’s unbearable.
"Aren’t you going to beg for your life?" he counters. His voice is as cold as his stare and for a moment, she wants to beg, wants to ask him to end her mercifully, but her chin comes up, her shoulders go back. 
"No," she says quietly, and in that moment she’s proud that her voice doesn’t tremble. She makes her voice stronger, impatient, tries to hide her terror. "Well? Aren’t you going to do it?"
She can’t see his mouth, but a frosty smile glints in his eyes. It’s not nice, not merciful, but still he says, “Not today.”
He’s gone before she can blink, and she finds herself shaking, staring after him, unsure of what’s just happened. One thing she is certain of…this isn’t the last she’s seen of him.

The sickening sound of flesh hitting concrete is muted by the explosion. Darcy doesn’t think she’s ever felt pain like it in her life. Her very short life, that she’s sure is about to end any second. This isn’t the first time she’s faced down death, but it’s the first time she’s felt it—the impending knowledge that there’s no rescue for it now.

And then he’s there, looming before her. The Winter Soldier, imposing as any Grim Reaper. If he’s here for her soul, she’s not giving it up willingly. Her breath comes in hard pants as she struggles to sit up. She’s not going to cower, not now.

The Winter Soldier studies her, eyes hard and glinting, barely human. There’s no mercy there.

"Aren’t you going to kill me?" she demands. While she doesn’t want to die, the waiting…it’s unbearable.

"Aren’t you going to beg for your life?" he counters. His voice is as cold as his stare and for a moment, she wants to beg, wants to ask him to end her mercifully, but her chin comes up, her shoulders go back. 

"No," she says quietly, and in that moment she’s proud that her voice doesn’t tremble. She makes her voice stronger, impatient, tries to hide her terror. "Well? Aren’t you going to do it?"

She can’t see his mouth, but a frosty smile glints in his eyes. It’s not nice, not merciful, but still he says, “Not today.”

He’s gone before she can blink, and she finds herself shaking, staring after him, unsure of what’s just happened. One thing she is certain of…this isn’t the last she’s seen of him.

barackfuckingobama:

xinjay:

itsjustafangirlthing:

tundrakatiebean:

spooknessinsalvation:

thisbookofshadows:

barackfuckingobama:

so i bought this ring that has a little hinge and it opens up to a tiny secret box hidden under the gem and my mom told me that women used to put poison in it and then SLIP POISON INTO PEOPLES DRINKS and i was like NUH UH THIS CANT BE REAL and i just googled it and guys this is like a real thing

people are psycho

I have a few of those. I think they’re really neat!

classiest way to poison someone hands down

That’s how it all goes down in Hamlet, poison ring.

I’ve always, always wanted one of these because I have pure peppermint liquid that can ruin a drink with one drop and just kargfksernjskrn I want one.

wait why does everyone want one of these

what are all of you people planning

i regret making this post because i have been getting the creepiest reblogs in the universe seriously tumblr u scary

vaginapowersactivate:

prestonhymas:

Why do we not discuss clouds more?

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I mean look at that. That’s water.

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Flying water.

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FLYING

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FUCKING

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WATER

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, WHY DO WE EVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS

WHAT IS THIS

HOW IS THIS EVEN

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AND NOW THE FLYING WATER IS EATING A MOUNTAIN

GOD DAMN, WHAT

This is my favorite post on Tumblr.

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