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May 19, 2013

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May 19, 2013
gentlementools: Indeed

gentlementools:

Indeed

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1:48am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJTq-4
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May 19, 2013
wake-up-kid: runwhenisayrunfightwhenisayfight: ahorsecalledhonour: fixthefisherking: banjaxed: nightlifemingus: nosdrinker: hypnotiqradiance: If you don’t get this reference, you’re too young for tumblr. are you fucking kidding me pixar puts out a movie ever year a baby would get this reference it’s not pixar it’s a reference to that time in 1994 when lamps became sentient humanoids many were lost that day It was a grim day for mankind. My parents took refuge in a cave and thus saved us from certain death; we lived close to a lamp factory at the time and the surrounding region was utterly devastated in the conflict. My brother fought one off using only an egg whisk and a pogo stick. Only 90s kids remember the Lampocalypse My father still has the scars from where one stole his kidney Ironically, it was a dark time.

wake-up-kid:

runwhenisayrunfightwhenisayfight:

ahorsecalledhonour:

fixthefisherking:

banjaxed:

nightlifemingus:

nosdrinker:

hypnotiqradiance:

If you don’t get this reference, you’re too young for tumblr.

are you fucking kidding me pixar puts out a movie ever year a baby would get this reference

it’s not pixar it’s a reference to that time in 1994 when lamps became sentient humanoids

many were lost that day

It was a grim day for mankind. My parents took refuge in a cave and thus saved us from certain death; we lived close to a lamp factory at the time and the surrounding region was utterly devastated in the conflict.

My brother fought one off using only an egg whisk and a pogo stick.

Only 90s kids remember the Lampocalypse

My father still has the scars from where one stole his kidney

Ironically, it was a dark time.

(Source: brennablueskies, via ill-be-the-invisible-girl)

1:47am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJThFc
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May 19, 2013
everydaycomics: Journey I never really had many friends to go out and have pretend adventures with. So I found myself playing gameboy in my room all the time, going on my own adventures with the characters I played as.

everydaycomics:

Journey

I never really had many friends to go out and have pretend adventures with. So I found myself playing gameboy in my room all the time, going on my own adventures with the characters I played as.

(via gamefreaksnz)

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May 19, 2013

kanyewesticle:

it takes me like 3 days to wake up in the morning

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1:29am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJPwR2
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May 19, 2013
someone: um, can i talk to you for a sec? i need to ask you a serious question.
me: remembers every tiny thing i've ever done wrong since the second i was born
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May 19, 2013
moedesupowerfightingtime: turtleton: riddle-my-hiddles: behind-these-fangirl-eyes: liquidpixie: dialray: ultimagus: littlewhinging: still one of the best things ive ever seen. slaughter melon reporting for duty. BROCONUT m a n g ERI NE FUCKING SLAUGHTERMELON They all sound like ways to pronounce ‘Benedict Cumberbatch’ Bombegranate Cutecumber  BOMBEGRANATE CUTECUMBER This is the best thing this morning

moedesupowerfightingtime:

turtleton:

riddle-my-hiddles:

behind-these-fangirl-eyes:

liquidpixie:

dialray:

ultimagus:

littlewhinging:

still one of the best things ive ever seen.

slaughter melon reporting for duty.

BROCONUT

m a n g ERI NE

FUCKING SLAUGHTERMELON

They all sound like ways to pronounce ‘Benedict Cumberbatch’

Bombegranate Cutecumber 

BOMBEGRANATE CUTECUMBER

This is the best thing this morning

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1:28am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJPcqe
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May 19, 2013

-ryan:

drawing-bored:

i’m not sure if this is a dream or a nightmare.

This was a weird season.

(Source: psofkia, via shellitaa)

1:27am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJPTW4
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May 19, 2013

shawarmababy:

chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarlie:

B I T C H - The Avengers

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Here I forced it to work

Sorry Coulson’s not in the last one.

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1:27am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJPMfU
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May 19, 2013
fromparis-with1ove: mark-pellegrino-is-my-king: cute-little-princess: ronweasley: twinamericas: 221cbakerstreet: aphotovici: lil-banshee: gaylienz: eviljohnlock-shipper: seaghdhasuil: No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart. Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs? Yes Welcome to Tumblr Oh god it hurts why would you ever The meteor was coming. Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother. “Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice. “Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence. “Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding. “Oh.” She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested. “Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?” “Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”  “How do we play?” One last look at the meteor- it was almost time. “Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach. “Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…” She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself. Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over. what the fuck is wrong with you WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART *ugly sobbing*

fromparis-with1ove:

mark-pellegrino-is-my-king:

cute-little-princess:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART

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*ugly sobbing*

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1:26am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoCUIylJPDbx
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