fuckyeahpaganism:

This looks like something everyone needs to do :) 

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jesusinc:

jesusinc:

Petition to make Joe from princess diaries the new anonymous icon

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so I subconsciously named a character after catrionamacwrites. Oops.

tavr0ss asked: what does puta mean?

peachesnchapinx:

carlospalrner:

It means companion or best friend :)

dayzea:

rococoh:

i love car rides so much that i actually get disappointed when we reach our destination

yep.

vivianvivisection:

jonesdavid813:

h0llo:

Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it

no, if you are putting on makeup, I don’t care who you are or what you look like, you go from about a 10 to 1

keep talking shit you gonna go from a basic ass 2 to a 6-feet-under

horrasin:

malformalady:

McDonald’s has been forced to open its first ever restaurant with a turquoise coloured sign after city planners said the signature yellow sign would be too garish. Officials in Sedona, Arizona told the fast-food giant they were unable to open a restaurant with the trademark yellow logo.This is due to the city’s strict regulations which prevent buildings from ruining the picturesque view of the desert.

Photo credit: Michael Wright/WENN.com

arizona joins the aesthetic movement

worldwarlove:

4th-dimensional-transition:

supercargautier:

missespeon:

gamer nerds are so dramatic

I strongly encourage everyone to check out the tweet and marvel at nerds’ anguished realization that their heroes do not all share their insular mutated worldview

hahahahahaha

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syntheticmomma:

lupusadlunam:

thechangelingmedusa:

Like seriously, why isn’t pole dancing an olympic sport? This is freakin gymnastics. This is strength and skill. This is not sexual whatsoever. Why does pole dancing have to be so stigmatised as a sexual thing that only strippers do? I have great respect for all people who can pull this off. This is art and beauty right here. 

HEY FUN FACT: pole dancing is known as something strippers do because strippers invented it. And that’s okay! It’s okay to have respect for strippers and the hard work they put into what they do! Let’s stop trying to take the stripper part out of pole dancing so upperclass white girls can do it without being ~stigmatized~ because god forbid women be sexual.

Title: Maps
Artist: Maroon 5

Played:18,739 times

I was there for you in your darkest times
I was there for you in your darkest nights
But I wonder where were you when I was at my worst, down on my knees?

nominominus:

bigbarawolf:

butterpaint:

lol

 (via dixie-chicken)

I nearly died from headcannon it’s perfect

No you don’t understand
"We’re gonna buy you the nicest dick in Manhattan." sounds like a sentence Tony must have definitely said

paranormal story for sixpenceee

I figured it was about time I shared my creepiest experience with the sixpenceee community. So, let’s get started!

Quite a few years ago, during summer vacation, I asked my sister if we could have a sleepover in her room. (She had a bigger bed and it was way more comfortable than mine, so it was really just an excuse to sleep in her bed. I was a kid, could you blame me?) It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and she said yes like she usually did. We played games on our ps2 for a while before going to bed and sleeping peacefully through the night.

Things didn’t get weird until the next morning. My sister was showing my mom pictures on her phone (it was probably of our dog, I don’t quite remember) when suddenly she was asking me if I used her phone the night before. Of course I hadn’t, what use would I have for it? She continued to insist that I used it for whatever reason.

The reason, I found, was a series of photos on her phone. They were timestamped as the night before, around 3 AM. The first picture was poised above my sister’s bed. I thought maybe the phone had somehow taken the picture itself, considering my sister had a shelf halfway over her bed, where she kept her phone while it was charging. But after an attempt to recreate the picture, we realized the shelf was too far over. Someone would have to be holding it; my sister and I could both be clearly seen sleeping in the picture. It wasn’t either of us, and the only other people in the house were my parents.

The second picture was taken by the doorway, and was pointed towards the bed. My sister and I, again, were easily spotted in the picture. She had a desk near her bedroom door, but just like with the shelf, it wasn’t up high enough nor in the right position to take the picture. Someone had to be standing in front of the door in order to take the picture.

There were a couple other photos, but they were practically duplicates of the other two, as if whoever was taking the pictures just couldn’t get it right. It freaked us out pretty badly, and my sister didn’t sleep in her own room for about a month. We never did figure out who took the photos, and to be honest, I don’t think I want to know.

I wish I still had the photos, but to be honest I have no idea what happened to that phone. My sister never did take very good care of her phones, so chances are it may be broken. *shrugs* Like I said, I don’t think I’d want to see the photos again anyway. 

Strawberry Lipgloss

catrionamacwrites:

Part of the Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a short fic meme. Prompt #7, fake relationship AU, was requested by writtenwords-and-constellations and an anonymous prompter. 


Joel finished off the last burning mouthful of well bourbon with a grimace and set his glass down with a glower. Why the hell do I always let Tommy talk me into this? They’d arrived at the bar together, but Tommy had quickly zeroed in on a young blonde who barely looked old enough to drink legally, and Joel hadn’t seen him for at least forty-five minutes. I’m givin’ that asshole brother of mine fifteen more minutes to show his ugly face, and then I’m leavin’ his ass here. He should get back home, really, but the house just seemed so empty ever since Sarah had left for college…

He tried to signal the bartender for another bourbon, but the man was down at the other end of the bar chatting up a stunning Asian woman in a sparkly black halter top, and Joel couldn’t really blame the guy for ignoring him.

He clenched his jaw and rolled the empty glass in his hands.

"Oh my god, honey, there you are!”

He caught a whiff of a heady floral perfume mixed with strawberry lipgloss before a pair of warm lips kissed his cheek.

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Cat you are a goddess among men and a gift to this fandom.

officialbioware:

officialbioware:

I’M DOING IT

I’M WRITING

nevermind

okay I just have to write to a certain part and then I’ll let myself go to bed it’ll be fine