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YOU ARE THE REASON

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.
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in celebration of april 13, i present all four known photos of neil, who banged out the tunes 19 years ago today
source: theagilerat.com (click right to see all four photos!)
Ich sage "Man gönnt sich ja sonst nichts" ziemlich oft für jemanden der nichts anderes tut als sich zu gönnen
joining the war on pigeons on the side of pigeons
house of leaves but its one of those kink posts:
youre gonna enter my house whether you like it or not. youll just get lost in my endless halls, the house stretched around you until you cant even see the ends... my good housekeeper. and if you put up a fight... well... bad girls get the minotaur
What a house.
House
The funniest part of DS9's Civil Defense is that there were so many pre-recorded messages. Like Dukat thought a slave revolt was so likely he took the time to pre-record a bunch of messages about it. But better than that is Legate Kell thought Dukat losing control of the station and trying to flee was so likely that he took the time to record a message telling Dukat to stop being a coward.
Like how many other pre-recorded messages were just chilling in DS9's computer?
Hi my name is Doctor Who and I have medium length curly brown hair that looks a bit like a wig and questionably coloured eyes because of the Faction Paradox meddling in my timeline and a lot of people tell me I look like Paul McGann (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the TARDIS but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm a Time Lord but my teeth are straight and white. I have two hearts. I also died recently, so I was in a morgue in a city called San Francisco in the USA where I regenerated (I'm on my eighth regeneration). I’m a fan of nineteenth century fashion (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly New Years’ costumes I stole. I love the morgue lockers and I steal all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a cream shirt with matching waistcoat on it and a pink silk cravat, green trousers and a black tailcoat. I was also wearing these shoes that fit perfectly. I was walking outside Grace Holloway’s house. There were fireworks in purple green and brilliant yellow, which I was very happy about. The Master tried to steal my body. I put up my middle finger at him.
Literally every time we wire Data into the main computer some bullshit occurs. Have we considered NOT wiring Data into the main computer?
main Computer prefec t compatable for positron\ic brain! so mch space and so safe Starfleet Engineers make with lo ve and care for good android boys. no problems ever in Main Computer because electricity warm and soft and sparks are shiny and safe. Yes main compUter is good for tiny android man and also cat poe tyr bring to friend computer
the one with the whales
the way the voyage home has changed my life, not a day goes by that i don't think about it
DS9 as a show dares to ask the important questions, like for example “would Star Trek still be good if it was set at the food court at the mall??” and the answer to that is “yes, and actually it will somehow be better”
short king kirk😌
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
"cigarette" implies the existence of a much larger "cigar"
i recovered by the time i hit post but when i first had this thought i had genuinely forgotten cigars exist
if you put a bunch of vaseline on your chest and then you eat some chips shirtless you can experience something gross and disgusting