tyleroakley:

wearing these during sex

tyleroakley:

wearing these during sex

Putting on eyeliner
Me: Blackest Black my ass
knowslovakia:

worldtravelfiend:

This is what I love about Europe - a massive medieval castle just casually sitting on the hill behind the modern town, and of course all the locals are used to it so they’re just like “meh” but all the visitors are like “fuck me that’s some Game of Thrones / Lord of the Rings type shit on the hill right there” and can’t get their cameras out of their bags fast enough.  
Anyway, that’s Spis Castle in Slovakia.  
www.worldtravelfiend.com

True story, when I look from one window I can see two castles and when from other one I can see two medieval churches and bastion

knowslovakia:

worldtravelfiend:

This is what I love about Europe - a massive medieval castle just casually sitting on the hill behind the modern town, and of course all the locals are used to it so they’re just like “meh” but all the visitors are like “fuck me that’s some Game of Thrones / Lord of the Rings type shit on the hill right there” and can’t get their cameras out of their bags fast enough.  

Anyway, that’s Spis Castle in Slovakia.  

www.worldtravelfiend.com

True story, when I look from one window I can see two castles and when from other one I can see two medieval churches and bastion

neptunain:

to catch a bus you have to think like a bus

samw1se:

underage-fangirl:

joelayheymanasdicks:

sobsbcyoutubers:

skin-like-snowflakes:

masterdust:

uncannibal:

guccipoop:

Beautiful

I THOUGHT IT WAS SO FLOWY AND COOL AND SO ODD LIKE WOW ITS LIKE THE PERFECT SHAPE TO FLOW DOWN AND DROP LIKE THAT AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS A BUNCH OF MINIATURE DICKS SO I WAS JUST„, “OH”

I thought they were peanuts

At first glance I saw jellybeans

I thought they were babies help

I thought it was a human spine…..

The dicks only make it better

WAY TO CUT OFF THE BEST PART OF THE WHOLE GIF

samw1se:

underage-fangirl:

joelayheymanasdicks:

sobsbcyoutubers:

skin-like-snowflakes:

masterdust:

uncannibal:

guccipoop:

Beautiful

I THOUGHT IT WAS SO FLOWY AND COOL AND SO ODD LIKE WOW ITS LIKE THE PERFECT SHAPE TO FLOW DOWN AND DROP LIKE THAT AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS A BUNCH OF MINIATURE DICKS SO I WAS JUST„, “OH”

I thought they were peanuts

At first glance I saw jellybeans

I thought they were babies help

I thought it was a human spine…..

The dicks only make it better

WAY TO CUT OFF THE BEST PART OF THE WHOLE GIF

sunworldstories:

by Chiara Bautista

We are absolutely in love!

groupons:

Care about nature. Plant a tree. Hug a tree. Hug a cactus. Shove some dirt up your ass. Recycle.

psyducked:

now we’re talking

psyducked:

now we’re talking

falafelforlife:

God damn cute cows being so god damned cute.

chromehearts:

And here’s a fun GIF of these two drawings together. Go out and kill your double. Just do it. This ad has been sponsored by Nike.

chromehearts:

And here’s a fun GIF of these two drawings together. Go out and kill your double. Just do it. This ad has been sponsored by Nike.

therealultrabaguette:

bogleech:

Is there a tumblr out there specifically for sharing the fucked-up “stamp collections” of Deviantart users cause there should be
Look at this amazing cross section of one person’s madness and all-encompassing bitterness. Smarmy atheism? Check. White nationalist? Check. MRA? Check. “Straight and proud?” Of course. We’ve got the bad-ass goth self image, alcoholism juxtaposed with non-smoker pride, pro-abortion out of a hatred for babies rather than respect for reproductive freedom, anti-pony sentiments…there really is something here to piss off everyone imaginable.
And then finally, like some baffling cherry of misery atop this steamy hatecake, we end on how much he loathes all dogs and everyone who likes dogs.
He loves kitties, though.
His gallery has no deviations
Yet he has unknowingly created art

What I like most is the Friends stamp mixed in with this beautiful collage of human failure.

did you just seriously judge a person based on their fucking dA stamp collection because this is really sad

therealultrabaguette:

bogleech:

Is there a tumblr out there specifically for sharing the fucked-up “stamp collections” of Deviantart users cause there should be

Look at this amazing cross section of one person’s madness and all-encompassing bitterness. Smarmy atheism? Check. White nationalist? Check. MRA? Check. “Straight and proud?” Of course. We’ve got the bad-ass goth self image, alcoholism juxtaposed with non-smoker pride, pro-abortion out of a hatred for babies rather than respect for reproductive freedom, anti-pony sentiments…there really is something here to piss off everyone imaginable.

And then finally, like some baffling cherry of misery atop this steamy hatecake, we end on how much he loathes all dogs and everyone who likes dogs.

He loves kitties, though.

His gallery has no deviations

Yet he has unknowingly created art

What I like most is the Friends stamp mixed in with this beautiful collage of human failure.

did you just seriously judge a person based on their fucking dA stamp collection because this is really sad

Toad Words

jumpingjacktrash:

the-real-seebs:

ursulavernon:

            Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

            It used to be a problem.

            There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.

            So I got frogs. It happens.

            “You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”

            I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.

            Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.

            Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.

I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening.  I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.

            Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.

            Toads are masters of it.

            I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.

            When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.

            I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.

            I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.

            But I can make more.

            I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.

            Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.  

            It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.

            I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)

            The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.

            My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.

            I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.

Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…

!.

You know how if you go through years and years of “best science fiction short stories”, every so often you find some short story you’ve never heard of before, but it’s just amazing and brilliant and leaves you wondering why you never read stories with that plot before? This is one of those.

Seriously, wow.

this made me smile.

i’m still smiling.

chepibola:

when my mum scolds me

image

fandomsandfeminism:

oh-snap-pro-choice:

It’s almost like pro choicers were right all along about birth control being the best way to reduce abortion rates…. go figure.
-Lemon

It’s almost like if you make is really easy for people who don’t want to get pregnant to, in fact, not get pregnant, then you get fewer unwanted pregnancies and, thus, fewer people trying to end unwanted pregnancies. Like god damn witchcraft.

fandomsandfeminism:

oh-snap-pro-choice:

It’s almost like pro choicers were right all along about birth control being the best way to reduce abortion rates…. go figure.

-Lemon

It’s almost like if you make is really easy for people who don’t want to get pregnant to, in fact, not get pregnant, then you get fewer unwanted pregnancies and, thus, fewer people trying to end unwanted pregnancies.

Like god damn witchcraft.