Keeping it fancy since 1994.

wellmakeawish:

amythegeek:

amsterdamnedd:

basedgosh:

if my kids end up being better looking than me theyre grounded

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guys the disney fandom just took over a text post

monstersinthestars:

that is an excellent question

(also thank you so much!  you’re such a sweetheart ububu)

am i the only one that feels weird saying my own name?

londoniers:

once my sister was eating pop rocks on my bed and spilled some but forgot to clean it up and apparently some pop rocks got on my pillow bc in the middle of the night i happened to drool and i swear to fucking god there is nothing more terrifying than having pop rocks exploding all up in your face when you are asleep 

hungarian:

sleeping naked is very dangerous bc if someone breaks into your house at night it would be very embarrassing to fight him off while naked

mishamallow:

This week in the Misha Collins’ tag: “Misha’s sexuality

Or: how to question something that is not your fucking business.

the-catcher-wry:

verbum-sat-sapienti:

gunmetalskies:

tigressanna:

upper-stories:

assortedstufffuckyeah:

bobdobalina:

Some men just want to watch the world learn.

They’re like the Avengers of learning. 

“I have an army.”
“We have Bob Ross.”

“That’s my secret, Mr. Rogers. There’s always a little bush.”

“His first name is ‘Mister’”

“I’ve got science in my ledger” 

I am done. This is the best. The end.

the-catcher-wry:

verbum-sat-sapienti:

gunmetalskies:

tigressanna:

upper-stories:

assortedstufffuckyeah:

bobdobalina:

Some men just want to watch the world learn.

They’re like the Avengers of learning. 

“I have an army.”

“We have Bob Ross.”

“That’s my secret, Mr. Rogers. There’s always a little bush.”

“His first name is ‘Mister’”

“I’ve got science in my ledger” 

I am done. This is the best. The end.

aviculor:

taleasoldastimelords:

Men of Tumblr, I’m counting on you to make this one good.


I got stuck

aviculor:

taleasoldastimelords:

Men of Tumblr, I’m counting on you to make this one good.

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I got stuck

katsallday:

cailencrow:

disneyismyescape:

disneywithswank:

IF YOUR HEART DIDN’T SHATTER INTO A MILLION FRAGMENTS WHEN THAT LAST LINE WAS SAID YOU ARE NOT HUMAN.

I watched this the other week and i started crying my eyes out. 

See. It’s not fair. They took Goofy, who even in GOOF TROOP was still just overly silly and meant for splapstick, and they give Goofy real world fatherhood problems. And to this DAY I will still mist up for this scene.

Best Disney dad ever.

i-have-been-johnlocked:

ackles-found-sherlocks-shackles:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

detective-deerstalker:

forever-supernatural:

SEASON 9 BITCHES

Dear supernatural fandom,Shut the fuck up.Sincerely,The sherlock fandom



Dear Supernatural Fandom, 
Sorry about Anderson up there,always lowers the IQ of everything. Anyway, hope you enjoy Season Nine, sorry to hear about Cas, have some pie on us. 
Sincerely, The decent part of the Sherlock Fandom. 

Thanks, comrade.

i-have-been-johnlocked:

ackles-found-sherlocks-shackles:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

detective-deerstalker:

forever-supernatural:

SEASON 9 BITCHES

Dear supernatural fandom,
Shut the fuck up.
Sincerely,
The sherlock fandom

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Dear Supernatural Fandom, 

Sorry about Anderson up there,always lowers the IQ of everything. Anyway, hope you enjoy Season Nine, sorry to hear about Cas, have some pie on us. 

Sincerely, The decent part of the Sherlock Fandom. 

Thanks, comrade.

ceshira:

Daily Summer Doodle #12

AWWW YEAHHH girls night out.

Quick doodle because I have to get out of tumblr before the episode airs eastern time!… I’m a weak person and WILL be tempted to read spoilers. 

thesanityclause:

gautree:

Felt like doing one of those anime redraws I’ve been seeing around! It’s been a while since I’ve watched any anime shows though, so I picked one from my childhood.

Too good not to reblog.

ryanandthecrew:

Gypsy children being taught to play the violin in a courtyard of one of the poorer houses of Budapest, Hungary, 1939

ryanandthecrew:

Gypsy children being taught to play the violin in a courtyard of one of the poorer houses of Budapest, Hungary, 1939