Keep the Faith

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hey-listen:

lucyliunareclipse:

the-goddamazon:

salon:

And it’s USB rechargeable.

WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE

vaginas are so weird like how can something that minuscule possibly bring you to orgasm no matter how good it vibrates

Cause you put it on the clit, silly goose!

well that’s convenient i need an enema and like 8 inches of solid material

cross-connect:

The Digital Surreal Worlds of Gediminas Pranckivicius

Gediminas is an Illustration and Concept Artist from Lithuania

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forever, for worse or better
my poor heart will only surrender

lydiabutz:

jeanndarc:

jeanndarc:

i am attracted to all versions of chris evans but i cannot decide which one is hotter??? he’s just so good looking??

closely shaved head and dark bearded evans?? extremely cleanshaven blonde steve rogers evans?? young and freckly evans? scruff with hipster glasses evans??? normal brown hair and full beard evans?? 

look i’m having a chrisis 

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puppyblogger:

PERKS OF HAVING LONG HAIR

  • swishy and pretty
  • can grow it out like rapunzel wow
  • SO MANY STYLES
  • u can curl it
  • straighten it
  • SO MANY THINGS TO DO
  • other people touch and style ur hair uaaaaaaah sign me up

BAD THINGS ABOUT LONG HAIR

  • brushing takes so so long
  • knots!!! everywhere!!
  • when it’s hot ur neck gets sooo sweaty 
  • GETS CAUGHT ON THINGS
  • KNOTS
  • W H E N    I T ’ S    H O T    A N D    I T    F E E L S    L I K E    
    S A T A N    I S    F U S I N G    B U R N I N G    S T R A W   
    O N T O    Y O U R     N E C K
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tardis-mind-palace:


Adorable 10th Doctor and Weeping Angel from DragonCon via reddit 

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 
Something still.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

Thanks for the mini-fic, Satan.

NO THAT HURTS NO STAHP IT

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED

why did you feel that necessary 

It hurts, but…now I sorta want a full-length fic, because that is a damn intriguing set-up! How would they fix it? What happened? Would I sound creepy if I wondered about how they could use a blindfold for intimate moments, or how you could work in wing!kink moments? Could we have scenes of her kissing the back of his neck?
Oh gods, someone please draw me Weeping!Rose hugging the Doctor from behind or kissing the back of his neck!

sorry not sorry
She didn’t know how it had happened.
Just that it was sunny, and the sky was an aching clear blue. She was wandering the grounds of her Jackie’s friend’s estate- studying the huge marble mansion and biting her lip at how everything was so different. Then, she turned around, ready to leave the garden. Her eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment.
Then something cold landed on her bare shoulder, and she tried to scream, but that freeze was pooling through her bones- choking her voice away. Her whole body stiffened, as her head ached and blazed and you cannot consume me, I am infinite I am Time I am the Vortex itself-
She was thrown into something, something liquid and dark, spiralling back and ripping through space until she hit the ground hard, and the sky was no longer blue, but studded with stars. Rose raised a hand to her eyes. She was weeping.
Her hands were made of stone.
#
She tried not to eat too many people.
If you could call it that. But god, she got hungry, craved that golden essence that everyone trailed behind them. Young ones were the best; college kids that had decades ahead of them. She never sent them to bad places. She never took children.
And somehow, when she moved quick-silver fast past mirrors, it was her own face-albeit stone and grey- that stared back at her. It might have been framed by fearsome teeth and huge wings, but she was still in there, still Rose. The Time Vortex in her was keeping her human, sort of.
 Sometimes, when people looked at her head on and she couldn’t move, she thought about her old life. About her mum and Tony and Pete and Mickey, about eating ice-cream and kissing and sunburn and all the things she left behind when something pulled her into a statue and across universes. Most of all, she thought of him. The Doctor. Mad and miserable and pinstriped, spinning them through time and space.
But slowly, as Rose consumed more, as she jumped from place to place, as she drank up infinite possibilities, she thought she might be forgetting. Might be losing what little humanity she had left.
She missed having a beating heart.
#
He found her in 1965. She was lying in wait in a pretty two-storey house in California, hungry beyond belief, and when she heard someone coming, she prepared to hunt them down. Mindless and quick and almost merciful.
But  then a pair of brown, shocked eyes were staring straight at her, and she was frozen. In horror, in relief, in humiliation.
“Oh, god, Rose,” he whispered, and she would have gone to him if she could, just at that grieving, terrified note in his voice. “What…”
He reached out a hand, but it hesitated in mid-air, his whole body leaning in towards hers. And then he did something stupid, something that made her almost yell at him.
He shut his eyes.
Her wings got in the way, and she must have been freezing, but he managed to return her tentative hug, his palm touching her cheek. She went against all of her nature not to consume him.
“This,” he said quietly, voice thick and still with his eyes shut, “this is not how I imagined finding you again.”
Me either, she thought, and wished with all of her stone-heart that it had happened differently.
#
He told her to stay put, to not move an inch until he comes back. And then, with a look that seemed to crush his frame, he walked away from her, hands clenched into fists.
So she waited. Time was nothing to her now, not like this, not when she was a monster. It slipped from her chipped fingertips, and it could have been an eternity or seconds until she heard the groan and whirr of the TARDIS.
He stepped out with his eyes shut and a crumpled shirt, hair mussed impossibly and his palms open. “Hello,” he says, and there’s that forced cheer, that smug ‘I’ll fix it, Rose’. “Figured it out, well, course I did- I’m clever.”
He inched closer across the floorboards, reeking of Time. Rose forced herself to stay still, until he was touching her. Warmth seemed to suffuse her. The Doctor smiled. “You know, I rather wonder what’s going to happen if I overload you.”
No, she thought, but he was bleeding his soul into her, all of his years and experience and memories colliding and breaking in her mind. It crumbled and crashed and was too much, so much and she was going to shatter here, as light glowed and glowed and she couldn’t-
#
She woke up on the medical bed, and the way he leaned in and took her hand in his almost made up for the dozens of people she’d hurt.
“How did you know it was going to work?” she asked him quietly, and he sent her a sad smile, brushing his knuckles along her palm.
“I didn’t,” he replied.

iwantthatspacesuitbackinonepiece:

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iwouldsonicscrewyou:

doooweeeooooh:

watchtheskytonight:

aarlaunarose:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 

Something still.

Something with wings.

Something hiding its face.

The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.

Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”

Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”

The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.

“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”

Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.

“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

Thanks for the mini-fic, Satan.

NO THAT HURTS NO STAHP IT

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED

why did you feel that necessary 

It hurts, but…now I sorta want a full-length fic, because that is a damn intriguing set-up! How would they fix it? What happened? Would I sound creepy if I wondered about how they could use a blindfold for intimate moments, or how you could work in wing!kink moments? Could we have scenes of her kissing the back of his neck?

Oh gods, someone please draw me Weeping!Rose hugging the Doctor from behind or kissing the back of his neck!

sorry not sorry

She didn’t know how it had happened.

Just that it was sunny, and the sky was an aching clear blue. She was wandering the grounds of her Jackie’s friend’s estate- studying the huge marble mansion and biting her lip at how everything was so different. Then, she turned around, ready to leave the garden. Her eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment.

Then something cold landed on her bare shoulder, and she tried to scream, but that freeze was pooling through her bones- choking her voice away. Her whole body stiffened, as her head ached and blazed and you cannot consume me, I am infinite I am Time I am the Vortex itself-

She was thrown into something, something liquid and dark, spiralling back and ripping through space until she hit the ground hard, and the sky was no longer blue, but studded with stars. Rose raised a hand to her eyes. She was weeping.

Her hands were made of stone.

#

She tried not to eat too many people.

If you could call it that. But god, she got hungry, craved that golden essence that everyone trailed behind them. Young ones were the best; college kids that had decades ahead of them. She never sent them to bad places. She never took children.

And somehow, when she moved quick-silver fast past mirrors, it was her own face-albeit stone and grey- that stared back at her. It might have been framed by fearsome teeth and huge wings, but she was still in there, still Rose. The Time Vortex in her was keeping her human, sort of.

 Sometimes, when people looked at her head on and she couldn’t move, she thought about her old life. About her mum and Tony and Pete and Mickey, about eating ice-cream and kissing and sunburn and all the things she left behind when something pulled her into a statue and across universes. Most of all, she thought of him. The Doctor. Mad and miserable and pinstriped, spinning them through time and space.

But slowly, as Rose consumed more, as she jumped from place to place, as she drank up infinite possibilities, she thought she might be forgetting. Might be losing what little humanity she had left.

She missed having a beating heart.

#

He found her in 1965. She was lying in wait in a pretty two-storey house in California, hungry beyond belief, and when she heard someone coming, she prepared to hunt them down. Mindless and quick and almost merciful.

But  then a pair of brown, shocked eyes were staring straight at her, and she was frozen. In horror, in relief, in humiliation.

“Oh, god, Rose,” he whispered, and she would have gone to him if she could, just at that grieving, terrified note in his voice. “What…”

He reached out a hand, but it hesitated in mid-air, his whole body leaning in towards hers. And then he did something stupid, something that made her almost yell at him.

He shut his eyes.

Her wings got in the way, and she must have been freezing, but he managed to return her tentative hug, his palm touching her cheek. She went against all of her nature not to consume him.

“This,” he said quietly, voice thick and still with his eyes shut, “this is not how I imagined finding you again.”

Me either, she thought, and wished with all of her stone-heart that it had happened differently.

#

He told her to stay put, to not move an inch until he comes back. And then, with a look that seemed to crush his frame, he walked away from her, hands clenched into fists.

So she waited. Time was nothing to her now, not like this, not when she was a monster. It slipped from her chipped fingertips, and it could have been an eternity or seconds until she heard the groan and whirr of the TARDIS.

He stepped out with his eyes shut and a crumpled shirt, hair mussed impossibly and his palms open. “Hello,” he says, and there’s that forced cheer, that smug ‘I’ll fix it, Rose’. “Figured it out, well, course I did- I’m clever.”

He inched closer across the floorboards, reeking of Time. Rose forced herself to stay still, until he was touching her. Warmth seemed to suffuse her. The Doctor smiled. “You know, I rather wonder what’s going to happen if I overload you.”

No, she thought, but he was bleeding his soul into her, all of his years and experience and memories colliding and breaking in her mind. It crumbled and crashed and was too much, so much and she was going to shatter here, as light glowed and glowed and she couldn’t-

#

She woke up on the medical bed, and the way he leaned in and took her hand in his almost made up for the dozens of people she’d hurt.

“How did you know it was going to work?” she asked him quietly, and he sent her a sad smile, brushing his knuckles along her palm.

“I didn’t,” he replied.

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mamalaz:

Bradley Cooper and Vin Diesel 

Speaking their lines vs the final product

Why is Vin Diesel looking down? Is he worried he’s gonna forget his line?

Vin Diesel asked the director his inspiration for every line he did and did multiple takes until he was satisfied. He also recorded the line over 1,000 times and also recorded his lines in Mandarin, Portuguese, French, and Spanish so they could use his real voice in those versions. He’s looking at his lines because Vin Diesel is a  dedicated  motherfucking professional

nearly-headless-horseman:

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beautiesofafrique:

Newborn baby stuns doctors by holding her own bottle (in the UK)

A baby girl has amazed doctors with her ability to hold her own feeding bottle. Two-week-old Ammra was able to grasp her bottle alone just three days after she was born at Queen’s Hospital, Romford in Essex, her mother Onyi Chiedozie said.The 20-year-old, who is using a combination of breast and bottle feeding, said doctors and nurses were stunned by the baby’s ability to master her strong grip so soon after she was born.

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Black excellence 

this baby is gonna be a brain surgeon when she’s like 10

For people who are like big deal, she held a cup.

My nephew didn’t hold a bottle till he was like one.  Most babies don’t know how to process gravity or the concept of if you grip the bottle it stays close to you where you can suckle it and if you tilt it back the liquid is accessible and it’s a lot to process for a baby okay.

This baby is way ahead in neuromuscular and cognitive development. She’s one of the xmen probably, it’s really amazing, the equivalent of a baby saying it’s first word at 2 months old ok it’s really amazing

Matteleven does the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.

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sippingonpussyjuice:

anikamoa05:

aries: bro ho

taurus: realest ho

gemini:  fake ho

cancer: sensitive ho

leo: cool ho

virgo: bitch ho

libra: smart ass ho

scorpio: best ho

sagittarius: chill ho

capricorn: bitter ho

aquarius:  crazy ho

pisces:  magical ho

why are these so real

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.

murasakilecters:

hannibal lecter meme 2/2 objects
musical instruments

  • me: i want a fic of my otp
  • me: no not that


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