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Are we safe from dinosaurs? No way

Lela. 18. Massachusetts. Hufflepuff. Studying Physics in Chicago.
This is a multifandom bog, with a whole bunch of random stuff that makes me giggle. I tag most of my posts so you can black list the stuff you don't want to see and if I'm not tagging something properly just let me know! Come and talk to me, my ask is always open!




















these gender rolls taste disgusting

(Source: matissegal)

westerlander:

Skywalkers + being dramatic

this is the world’s most perfect gifset

i found it

this is it

(Source: gifintheflesh)

australiansanta:

a fun and interesting fact about me is that im a fucking idiot

sterek:

theorystyles:

rom-coms (romantic communists)

image

(Source: deathoftheobject)

Me: No it's ok I'll be alright I don't wanna burden you with my emotional garbage don't worry
Me: FRIEND IS SAD? TELL ME EVERYTHING. DON'T HOLD BACK. I'M HERE FOR YOU. DO YOU WANT ICE CREAM? BLANKET? I'VE CLEARED THE NEXT 5 HOURS OF MY SCHEDULE, TALK TO ME. I BROUGHT OREOS.
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bestxatxspace:

waffleguppies:

weloveshortvideos:

How we fight tall people

Vine by Rudy Mancuso

I can’t stop watching it its like poetry

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imnotatvaddict:

makeitworthwatching:

as both a Harmonizer and a Mixer, I now have yet another girlgroup to fangirl over. Welcome Beatz

Girlgroups taking over the world. 

I was NOT expecting that

plusdyspros:

accio-superwholock:

totheclotpole:

#TENNANT OUT BITCH

best exit in television history

HIS FACE IN THE LAST GIF THOUGH

(Source: informlordvaderwehaveaprisoner)

itsjackmace:

madotsukies:

shinyumbre0n:

PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE THIS.

This Thursday, Scotland votes for its independence.

The BBC is trying to report that Yes to Independence is losing. They’re using photos to imply our gatherings are tiny and insignificant instead of the many photos like those above. They’re reporting that an anti-independence march by the Orange Order (think the KKK with more British flags) was a peaceful pro-union family march. They have been caught editing clips to discredit our First Minister.

There is a protest outside BBC headquarters right now. They are claiming there are a maximum of 350 protesters.

Watch for yourself. There are far more people outside their offices right now and they are being ignored and misreported.

We need to be seen. The only way we’ve been able to disseminate accurate information has been through social media. The media we rely on to spread unbiased information is lying to us, trying to suppress us.

PLEASE SHARE. PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS. WE NEED OUR VOICES TO BE HEARD.

this website is very american-centric. please, we need to be heard. please pay attention.

this is a whole country’s FUTURE.

The BBC, funded by the government pushing the government’s agenda? What a shocker.

tell-themstories:
49. boss/intern au - E/R

defractum:

e/R | boss/intern AU

"Thank you so much," says Enjolras, sighing in relief as they manage to get the coffee machine working again between them.

Grantaire grins, and runs his hands through his unkempt dark hair. “Any time,” he says, “though I still think we should have just left it and gone to the coffeeshop round the corner instead.”

Enjolras flushes, again, like he did the first time Grantaire had slipped that comment in there, smooth as fuck. “Well, unless you wanted me to bring Feuilly with me,” he says dryly, referring to his supervisor, and who the coffee was supposed to be for.

"Well, if that’s what it takes," says Grantaire, who both laughs and scrunches his nose just enough that Enjolras knows it’s him Grantaire is interested in and not just guys in general.

"Maybe after work-" Enjolras breaks off when Feuilly finally pokes his head into the break room.

“Grantaire? Enjolras? Are you alright?” Feuilly blinks at the sticky mess on the countertop.

"Yes, sorry. The coffee machine just-"

"Exploded," says Grantaire. "We need a new one, urgh. Oh crap, I’m running late." 

"This is all my fault," says Enjolras helplessly.

Grantaire wads the last of the wet paper towels into the bin. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I didn’t have to stay and help. I’m a sucker for blue eyes.” He waves, and trots away.

Feuilly gives him a strange look. “What’re you doing with Grantaire?”

"He was just walking past," says Enjolras, drying his hands and finally, finally handing Feuilly his coffee, twenty minutes late. Feuilly raises an eyebrow.

"Yes?" asks Enjolras.

Instead of clarifying, Feuilly says, “Did he hit on you?” 

"Yes…?"

"Do you want to complain?" asks Feuilly, his face doing something weird, like he can’t decide what expression to settle on.

"No?" Enjolras’s stomach, which had just been fluttering lightly with the attention of an attractive older man, congeals into a queasy sort of nausea. “What is it? Is he a creep?”

"Grantaire?" asks Feuilly. "No, god, no, he’s not a creep. I just thought you wanted to stay here past your internship. If you don’t mind people saying that you slept your way into the job, I guess it’s not a problem.” 

He takes his coffee and goes, after clapping Enjolras on the shoulder, leaving Enjolras to gape after him. His gaze rests on the flourished ‘R’ on the wall of the main office. Grantaire

Oh god. God. Enjolras had just roped the CEO into fixing the coffee machine for him. He kind of wants to sink through the floor right now, and wobbles past a cluster of interns whispering excitedly. He needs to sit down right now. “What’s going on?” he asks, just in case. 

"The boss just came by. You know? R.”

Apparently Grantaire did nothing more than walk past and glance at their screens and tell them to carry on the good work, but when Enjolras sits back down at his desk, he sees a business card slipped behind his keyboard. There’s the telltale R on one side, and on the other where the contact details are listed, they’re crossed out, with a mobile number written in instead.

The fluttering feeling is back. Enjolras picks up his cubicle phone with trembling hands.

wintermoth:

here-and-nowhere:

Honestly, if Martha Jones were that horrible person a lot of people seem to claim, she would have probably done anything to make John Smith fall in love with her, and she would have managed to, and we wouldn’t have our Doctor back. But she did not; she did what was best instead, because that’s what she always does, that’s who she is. 

PREACH

the national touring production of “Pippin The Musical” 

(Source: idinmenzel)

Fra Fee’s Ice Bucket Challenge [x]

(Source: thisgreyweather)

(Source: groovy60s)