Welian's Hold

shmurdapunk:

hikergirl:

Peter Glazebrook is out of control.

Colossal carrot - 2014 (Picture: Nigel Roddis/REX (via Pictures of the day: 12 September 2014 - Telegraph))

Giant potato - 2010 (source)
Giant cauliflower - 2014 (Caters News)

this guy is so happy, he’s just doing his weird thing and no one can stop him

Me: *playing Tomb Raider*
Grandmother who is visiting for the weekend: Mind if I sit with you?
Me: *squirming slightly because there is gore and swearing in this game and my grandmother is a sweet old lady: Um, if you want to.
Grandmother: *sits* Thank you, dear.
Me: *continuing to play for about five minutes*
Grandmother:
Grandmother:
Grandmother: LOOK OUT THERE ARE THREE COMING DOWN THE HILL
Grandmother: THAT WAS POINT BLANK HOW ARE THEY ALIVE
Grandmother: OOOHH YOU MADE THAT EXPLODE
Grandmother: STOP KILLING MY GRANDDAUGHTER
Grandmother: KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL
Grandmother: OHHHHH YOU SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD OHHHHHHHHH
Grandmother: RUN RUN RUN YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE RUN
Grandmother: OKAY NOW KILL THEM ALL
Me: *slowly turns to look at her* Grandma
Grandmother: *sweet smile* Hmm?
Me: Grandma oh my god
Grandmother: *more smiling* Well, hurry up and kill everyone else, I want to see you save this Sam person.
Me:
Me:
Grandmother: Kill them.

bikiniarmorbattledamage:

bandagedapollojustice:

people keep gushing over female character designs that “show that you can still kick ass and be feminine and cute!!!” yea ok we all get it now show me a female character whos design doesn’t prioritize making her attractive

I don’t really have much to add. It’s all about the designer’s priorities.
Bolding mine.

~Ozzie

caramelcheese:

adventuresofcesium:

let’s all take a minute to stop and think about how Hagrid gave Harry his homemade birthday cake, told him how much he looked like his parents, and fed him sausages before he even started to explain that he was a wizard

let’s stop to think about how his absolute first priority was to let harry know that he was loved and cared for

 (via grapegoat)

fullten:

And this is my que to go to bed ~ 

Drawn by TEN 

androdea:

accurate as fucking hell

ilovebarbekyu:

the-goddamazon:

awkward-puking-unicorn:

the-goddamazon:

looktothenightxai:

the-goddamazon:

And now I can drive.

Did he lowkey tell Abby that he could outrun her in a car chase?

… when are they gonna jump in bed? WHEN

THAT EPISODE IS GONNA BE SO FIRE

OMG no, they have the most perfect friendship. No sexual tension, just two messed up people.Like if one had a boy/girlfriend the other one wouldn’t even be mad. Except id the boy/girlfriend is a demon sociopath, which wouldn’t be so surprising in Sleepy Hollow.

Shut up. This ship is sailing and your ass can stay ashore and be mad.

^^^ Lmaoooooo

fifteenthandfirst:

200 cans of spraypaint, 100 gallons of latex, 81 conversations, 33 words, 12 hand painted signs and 9 walls are the stats (so far) on Love Letter Baltimore. The number of conversations doesn’t include all the sidebars, periphery comments, anecdotal discussions and inquisitive concerns I’ve engaged in almost everyday for the last two years. People love Baltimore—sure the TV show plays a part (pick one, theres a few)—and the auteur and the poet and the musicians and the sports teams make people care where they sprang from. But beyond the cultural contributions, people everywhere have a red-brick nostalgia for the city that belies its small stature.


For me, it was the hardest city we’ve painted in so far. We had to operate in the gulf between riches and despair, and in that space create work that actually works for the community. What made our job easier is that the community, on every wall, had ideas and demands for what the walls should accomplish. So Ricky in Westport was thinking “People should know this is home,” and Glenn on the East Side was thinking, “Break the disconnects and change the game,” and ICY SIGNS was the visual sound system to broadcast these signals.

The ICY Signs shop at 224 N. Paca is still there, waiting on more wall permissions and accepting commissions (email us at icybaltimore@gmail.com to see if your  Baltimore business qualifies). We look forward to continuing the visual communication of conversation soon (soon, soon).

Back at the home base in Brooklyn, we have this new screen print dedicated to the Stagger Home, my nightly dance move on the 2 train. It is a 24” square of violet riches and black despair, in a signed and numbered edition of 75. It is $200 plus shipping. Please email us at espoprints@gmail.com with your mailing address and we’ll send you a paypal invoice. Proceeds in part will pay off the ICY sign mechanics, because in love and art, labor costs the most and pays off the best.

Thank you
Stephen
comic-chick:

jeremyrennerschoicebutt:

hattedmistress:

oneeyedhaise:

mother i must feed

Mother, why do you cry?

How does this fool 30% of pediatricians?

"75% real baby hair"

comic-chick:

jeremyrennerschoicebutt:

hattedmistress:

oneeyedhaise:

mother i must feed

Mother, why do you cry?

How does this fool 30% of pediatricians?

"75% real baby hair"

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via ragyo)

mrrandomneseianese:

Guys can we talk about how great reversed gifs are

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like we have the vacuums

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we have the dirty stuff

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we have the fixers

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we have the ceptioners

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and we have my favorite 

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like these are the greatest things in the world

kylvit:

odins-one-eyed-fuck:

isthisusernametakenyet:

I support Farming.

In fact, you could call me

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WOW

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