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Always reblog big kitties with their leetle kitties.
Come on. Now.
#this is the best post anyone’s ever made#you guys can stop trying now
It's so cute I just might die... in a good way.
“All the single heroes…”
ALL THE SINGLE HEROES
ALL THE SINGLE HEROS
NOW PUT YOUR SHIELD UP!
UP IN NEW YORK
JUST THAWED OUT
DOIN’ AN AVENGERS THING
THEY TALKED ME UP
LOKI SUCKS
AND COULSON IS OBSESSED WITH ME
2013 Resolutions:
Be as swift as a coursing river;
With all the force of a great typhoon;
With all the strength of a raging fire;
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Feeling sad today, not depressed. This makes it a good day to be creative. To the guitar, sketch pad, and netbook... we have work to do.
I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS
You have your mother’s cheek bones
godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P
I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached.
The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world.
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection.
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.
Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done
Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.
THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O
OH MY GOD TUMBLR I AM SO DONE WITH YOU
OMG THIS IS SO ASDKLFAJSKDLJHSAKD.
“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.
So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”
I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.
I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.
And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.
Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”
That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
((This is why I love Trek!))
tos rewatch → shore leave
I fucking LOVE Sneaky Bitch Spock!!!
SPOCK’S FACE IN THE LAST GIF
Oh Spock, you crafty minx, you! :P
Ladies and gentlemen. My president is infinitely cooler than yours. And also nerdier. This is not a conflict.
I love Obama.
The fuck is this?
my day is made.
The fuck? The fuck? The fuck is in the air? The fuck? There’s white shit everywhere~ The fuck? I must be fuckin’ baked And this shit’s pro’lly fake The hell, Jack, did we take? The fuck?
the fuck? the fuck?
there’s somethin’ fucking wrong
the fuck?
these bitches singin’ songs
the fuck?
the streets are lined with sketchy creatures laughing
why the fuck is they so happy?
goddamn these things are creepy!
the fuck is this?
the fuck!
jesus h christ.
IT GOT BETTER
The reason Twitter was invented featuring myself, @wilw and @robdenbleyker.
“Bohemian Tweets” by Joel, Rob and Wil.
Everyone, stop what you are doing and read this. Now.
Jada Pinkett-Smith is aware of the critics that frown up their noses at the way she raises her daughter, Willow. Willow cuts, dyes and styles her hair as she pleases, a fact that bothers many who feel girls shouldn’t have that much control over their appearance at such a young age.
Jada decided to address the criticism in a Facebook post:
“A letter to a friend…This subject is old but I have never answered it in its entirety. And even with this post it will remain incomplete. The question why I would LET Willow cut her hair. First the LET must be challenged. This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong to themselves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power or self determination. I made a promise to endow my little girl with the power to always know that her body, spirit and her mind are HER domain. Willow cut her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. It’s also a statement that claims that even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother’s deepest insecurities, hopes and desires. Even little girls should not be a slave to the preconceived ideas of what a culture believes a little girl should be.”
growing up i always thought that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be
I HAVE NEVER SEEN A MORE ACCURATE POST THOUGH
Too cute.
So much love for this ^-^
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