http://wierdrocks.tumblr.com/post/90821020114/streganicha-steve-rogers-not-getting-over

streganicha:

steve rogers not getting over having been dropped in the future in a few months with the help of a dozen punching bags, because that’s not enough

steve rogers feeling completely lost and absolutely, frighteningly minuscule in 21st century NYC

steve rogers getting panic…

turntechstridercest:

jean-huh-kirschnickerdoodle:

doctorrivaille:

rapunzelie:

sb5ive:

rapunzelie:

new undies: cute stretchmarks: also cute

No no no and NO stretch marks are never cute!! wtf too lazy to go get some cocoa butter and use it daily? We all have stretch marks but we can get rid of it.. People should take care of themselves and if cocoa butter didnt work for you make an appointment for a laser stretch mark removal dont be a lazy ass

hey quick question: what’s your fuckin damage

all stretch marks are beautiful no exceptions 

stretch marks are perfectly fine and natural and beautiful, free lightning bolt tattoos yo
cocoa butter is a preventative that does not always work, and smells and stains clothes and oh yeah, since a lot of people get stretch marks just from growing NOT from weight, theyd have to slather their whole body and no one really wants to do that or smell like that so strongly.
laser treatment? really? you want people to pay $1000+/appt (usually takes a few treatments) to get rid of something perfectly natural because you’ve named yourself standard of the fucking world and think we all live to please you? most people dont have that money and if they do thats not what they want to spend it on.
also fuck you.

I usually don’t reblog ladies in undies, but for real. Don’t fuckin’ knock people over stretchmarks, or anything on their bodies for that matter. I’ve been underweight all my life and have them from growing. They happen. The just do. 

Road trip more like synchronized boob jiggling

Why am I awake? Damn. Anyway, I’m going on vacation. There will be a 3.5 week hiatus. See you!

demonica-dawson:

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

howidiotic:

psysblog:

howidiotic:

psysblog:

howidiotic:

u r looking at the new junior head of the math club at my school

wtf? nerd

EXCUSE ME

sorry. head nerd

thank u

braydaaan:

hemmingscat:

braydaaan:

shirelll:

braydaaan:

my boyfriend decided to cook dinner at 11pm bless his soul 

he’s probably the perfect boyfriend

HE IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

He. Is life. He. Is love.

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

moniquill:

sinidentidades:

I never understood why cops ask questions like: 

"Do you know why I’m standing here?"

"Do you know why I stopped you?"

"Do you know why I’m here?" 

Like, figure out your spatial, existential issues elsewhere, bruh.  

Pssst spoilers for real life: It’s because they’re trying to get you to self-incriminate. Always respond to such questions by reflecting the question respectfully.

"Do you know why I stopped you?"

"Why did you stop me, Officer?"

etc.


“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”