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Video Post Mon, May. 28, 2012 38,966 notes

matthewgraygublerisawesome:

bloodonbroadway:

In which every fandom has a purple shirt of sex.

Every fandom.

(Source: danezus, via theinterceptors)




Photo Post Thu, May. 24, 2012 472,580 notes

nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:

dontbearuiner:

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”





^^^better story than twilight

LOL

Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight

nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:

dontbearuiner:

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

^^^better story than twilight

LOL

Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight

(Source: setyourphaserstostun, via winterinthetardis)




Photo Post Thu, May. 24, 2012 520,525 notes

icaruses:

airandangels:

the best part for me is the utter shock of the server
THIS CANNOT BE
MERE ANARCHY IS LOOSED UPON THE WORLD

This man is just like traumatized for life like-
He has to go into counseling for this shit 
His family and friends and even coworkers feel alienated
“Henry we talked about this-“
“HE TOOK THE ICE CREAM WITH HIS HANDS”
“Henry that’s what he’s supposed to do-“
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY HE ORDERED A CONE IF HE WAS JUST GONNA TAKE THE ICE CREAM-“
“If he gave you the money that’s what he’s supposed to d-“
“A CUP IS 50 CENTS CHEAPER”
He never has healthy relationships with anyone ever again.
His life has been defined by this moment.
This poor guy 

icaruses:

airandangels:

the best part for me is the utter shock of the server

THIS CANNOT BE

MERE ANARCHY IS LOOSED UPON THE WORLD

This man is just like traumatized for life like-

He has to go into counseling for this shit 

His family and friends and even coworkers feel alienated

“Henry we talked about this-“

“HE TOOK THE ICE CREAM WITH HIS HANDS”

“Henry that’s what he’s supposed to do-“

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY HE ORDERED A CONE IF HE WAS JUST GONNA TAKE THE ICE CREAM-“

“If he gave you the money that’s what he’s supposed to d-“

“A CUP IS 50 CENTS CHEAPER”

He never has healthy relationships with anyone ever again.

His life has been defined by this moment.

This poor guy 

(Source: remain-still, via vulcaned)






Photo Post Tue, May. 15, 2012 42,350 notes

twoframesoutofstep:

igotscared-theyappeared:

I cant un-see this. 

the lips are perfect, like spot on,

twoframesoutofstep:

igotscared-theyappeared:

I cant un-see this. 

the lips are perfect, like spot on,

(via cucumberbatchin-gone)





Photo Post Fri, May. 11, 2012 115 notes

emotipugs:

That feeling you get when you realize that new dress you bought has pockets.
(via heyveronica)

emotipugs:

That feeling you get when you realize that new dress you bought has pockets.

(via heyveronica)




Video Post Fri, May. 11, 2012 45 notes

thefluffingtonpost:

Home Cat Massager Offers Maximum Kitty Comfort

It’s a fact that cats are stressed out.  They lead hard lives, constantly worrying about the job market, global climate change, the European debt crisis, among other things.  It’s no wonder cats need some time to unwind at the end of the day.  

A new portable cat massager from from Brookstone offers the maximum amount of feline relaxation at a price that even a dog could afford.  

Via The Huffington Post.




Text Post Wed, May. 09, 2012 97,720 notes

wvnderbar:

when i find myself with loads of homework

mother mary comes to me

speaking words of wisdom

“watch tv”

(Source: neptunain, via docters-deactivated20140110)





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