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All of the things that interests me (including Doctor Who, of course.)
Aug 22 '14
ohhlindsayelyse:

stoodlesdoodles:

crossbelladonna:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“Your eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

OH MY LORD HELP

I’m dying

OH MY GOD. ALL OF THIS.

ohhlindsayelyse:

stoodlesdoodles:

crossbelladonna:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“Your eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

OH MY LORD HELP

I’m dying

OH MY GOD. ALL OF THIS.

(Source: setyourphaserstostun)

Aug 22 '14

"I think I’m called… Rose Tyler. No. Yes, no. Sorry, no no. In this form, I’m called… Bad Wolf. Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Doctor?"

(Source: thedoctordances)

Aug 22 '14
softboycollective:

cosbysweaterparty:

thebluelip-blondie:

postracialcomments:

QTNA

SPREAD THIS THE FUCK AROUND

THIS IS IMPORTANT DO NOT LET THEM PUT MICHAEL BROWN ON TRIAL FOR HIS MURDER

this can’t be real is this seriously the most incompetent coverup in US police history or what

softboycollective:

cosbysweaterparty:

thebluelip-blondie:

postracialcomments:

QTNA

SPREAD THIS THE FUCK AROUND

THIS IS IMPORTANT
DO NOT LET THEM PUT MICHAEL BROWN ON TRIAL FOR HIS MURDER

this can’t be real is this seriously the most incompetent coverup in US police history or what

Aug 22 '14

How to finish that last minute assignment

eggplont:

the-girlwhowasonfire:

cjshark:

prettyflyforaredspy:

ruemex:

disgruntledota:

leetakeuchi:

imageimageimageimageimage

I can not count the number of times this trick has saved my ass.

And people say Tumblr doesn’t teach you life skills…

this will come in handy one day

ATTENTION GRADUATING CLASS OF 2013: COLLEGE SURVIVAL 101

Reblogging for future reference..

OMFG THIS IS GENIUS K BYE

(Source: gamerspirit)

Aug 21 '14

Peter Capaldi for Radio Times (x)

Peter Capaldi for Radio Times (x)

(Source: capaldiblog)

Aug 21 '14

ladyamypond:

2 days to go..

[heavy breathing intensifies]

Aug 21 '14
sarcasminphotos:

Just wait…

sarcasminphotos:

Just wait…

Aug 21 '14

hho-hhe:

When someone unfollows me I take it very personally.

Aug 21 '14

(Source: classictrek)

Aug 21 '14
Aug 21 '14
shinykari:

Netflix has a deep understanding of its userbase.

shinykari:

Netflix has a deep understanding of its userbase.

Aug 21 '14
"I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged."
Aug 21 '14

blasianxbri:

niggawillyoushutthefuckup:

theculturedactivist:

Open your eyes.

New age Genocide 

reblogging again

Aug 20 '14

nerdsandgamersftw:

Video Game Wallpapers

By Cleberman R. Lima | Full Gallery

Aug 20 '14

badwollf:

Ten + text posts