caamimcfly:

IF YOU REBLOG POSTS ABOUT

SHERLOCK

DOCTOR WHO

SUPERNATURAL

HARRY POTTER

MARVEL

LOTR

ETC ETC

PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG THIS SO I CAN FOLLOW YOU, I AM SO TIRED OF MY DAAAAASHHHHH YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME JUST REBLOG I BEG YOU 

doctorwho:

Doctor Who: Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS 

(Source: tywinnings)

My brother helps build these things.  The quality specs for all the sheetmetal are outrageous.

My brother helps build these things.  The quality specs for all the sheetmetal are outrageous.

We're supposed to be looking after the ponies...

(Source: anunexpectedhotdwarf)

mrcrockers:

mrcrockers:

hue jackman

image

i showed this to my sister and she slapped me

(Source: noverachiever)

steampoweredsass:

tywinllannister:

thepredatorblog:

tallestsilver:

ryrick:

this will never not be funny.

I REFUSE

i can’t actually breathe

It looks pissed

get out

steampoweredsass:

tywinllannister:

thepredatorblog:

tallestsilver:

ryrick:

this will never not be funny.

I REFUSE

i can’t actually breathe

It looks pissed

get out

(Source: mazerin)

nickels-ismoneytoo:

Much infinite loopSuch repetitionWow so many doges

nickels-ismoneytoo:

Much infinite loop
Such repetition
Wow so many doges

gunsknivesgear:

Why a Knife? by Michael Sheesley 
"Knives have some potential advantages over firearms as a self-defense weapon.  It takes a minimal level of training for a knife to become useful as a self-defense tool.  A knife can be used in situations where the use of a firearm isn’t prudent, in a crowd for instance where over-penetration and innocent bystanders may be a concern.  ”
"While disarming someone who has a gun is no simple matter; disarming someone with a knife generally involves grabbing a sharp piece of metal and is infinitely more difficult.  I don’t know many people, even those who are highly trained, who are willing to attempt a knife disarm.”
"A knife does not need to be reloaded and short of breaking the blade or catastrophic failure of the locking mechanism a knife does not malfunction.”

gunsknivesgear:

Why a Knife? by Michael Sheesley 

"Knives have some potential advantages over firearms as a self-defense weapon.  It takes a minimal level of training for a knife to become useful as a self-defense tool.  A knife can be used in situations where the use of a firearm isn’t prudent, in a crowd for instance where over-penetration and innocent bystanders may be a concern.  ”

"While disarming someone who has a gun is no simple matter; disarming someone with a knife generally involves grabbing a sharp piece of metal and is infinitely more difficult.  I don’t know many people, even those who are highly trained, who are willing to attempt a knife disarm.”

"A knife does not need to be reloaded and short of breaking the blade or catastrophic failure of the locking mechanism a knife does not malfunction.”

traditionalrods:

Traditional Rods.

I can’t shake the desire to build a gorgeous patina’d sleeper like this and drop a big displacement twin turbo Chevy straight 6 and a 4 speed stick in it.

traditionalrods:

Traditional Rods.

I can’t shake the desire to build a gorgeous patina’d sleeper like this and drop a big displacement twin turbo Chevy straight 6 and a 4 speed stick in it.

(Source: girls-n-cars)

fandomsarelikesex:

angel-and-hunters:

smaugwithablog:

wwwgoodreads:

sqwhoretle:

turntechdestiel:

thepondseleven:

harry-p-ron-w:

amoying:

nasturbate:

marshtomping:

nasturbate:

(white girl voice) wait lemme go to the bathroom

are you saying only females of the white race urinate

yes

i am an asian female and i can back this up, i havent urinated since 1902

How old r u

17

*whispers* how long have you been 17

I know what you are

Say it.Say it out loud.

WILDCATS

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS POST.

image

(Source: nasturbate)

i-wanna-build-a-sn0wman:

flawlessspecter:

hiccuptherunt:

sakurasunshine:

keep-calm-and-disney-on:

HERCULES IN THE 2ND GIF OMFG

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY IMPORTANT THOUGH

Hercules is THE DEFINITION of a gentleman. Her dress strap slips down and HE PUTS IT BACK UP because he’s like “No, she’s a lady, she deserves my respect. Control yourself. Leave, just leave.”

Imagine if all guys/girls had that much respect for people they were attracted to…the world would be a lot better and safer, I can tell you that.

Also have to remember he’s never had a girl actually hit on him before.

2nd gif: #zeUS TAKE THE WHEEL #I NEED AN ADULT #WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS

if zeus took the wheel this would have ended much differently

(Source: tooshaknowsbest)

Shipping to a large degree happens through fanfic and fanart, so that was not an illogical conclusion. And even someone solely focusing on smut or (as your little diatribe mentioned, the horror, "gay sex" but no, not condemning slash shipping, ofc) doesn't have to miss out on Tolkien's works. They can understand/explore the text perfectly well and still decide to have fun imagining the characters doing it instead.
Anonymous

bel-eriand:

I referenced gay shipping because the vast majority of shipping that I’ve seen in the tumblr Tolkien community is between two males, but my position remains the same regarding heterosexual shipping as well. Now that that’s out of the way, I’d like to point out that you’re contradicting yourself here; if someone is focusing solely on smut, how could they be exploring Tolkien’s work? If you’re only focusing on smut, that literally means that you’re not looking at anything else. Sorry. And for the last time, I never said people shouldn’t ship. I certainly never implied that fanfiction is bad. By your reasoning, that’d be like saying “I don’t like apples” logically leading to “I don’t like any kinds of fruit.” Yes there are smutty fanfics, but not all fanfics are smut. I have nothing against smut anyways, I was just pointing out that Tolkien created an entire universe and that maybe there’s stuff worth looking at other than freaking out about bagginshield. Do you agree that there are other interesting things in Tolkien besides just smut (by saying no, you are saying that nothing that Tolkien wrote is of any worth and that only the fabricated slash relationships found on tumblr matter, which is fine if that’s your opinion)? If you agree, then you agree with what I said. I said I wish I could see more diverse content on her and that it’s sad that I don’t. That’s all.

lizbassplayer:

a-wktopus:


The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

literally got chills reading this, omfg. so amazing

even though i knew exactly where this story was going when i read the first paragraph, it still means a lot to reblog this and tell everyone to be nice to everyone else.

lizbassplayer:

a-wktopus:

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

literally got chills reading this, omfg. so amazing

even though i knew exactly where this story was going when i read the first paragraph, it still means a lot to reblog this and tell everyone to be nice to everyone else.