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Reblogged from lookslikeazipper

lookslikeazipper:

Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT

I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON

HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF

AM I DREAMING

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Reblogged from psihoticno-sarkasticna
gigantorthemooseking:

bringmepiercethesirens:

jojochopsueytoo:

pierce-the-memphis-mice-and-men:

theshay-way:

emerleediego:

Holy fucking shit. This looks painful.

THE WALL OF DEATH.

I remember the first time I was in the Wall of Death. It was at Of Mice & Men’s set at Warped Tour ‘12 and at first, me and my friend had no clue what the fuck was going on. So Austin says “go!”, and everyone starts running, basically pushing me and my friend along. Me, being the clumsy and accident prone person I am, fell in the middle of the pit and like 6 people fell on top of me. I thought I was gonna fucking die (and I may or may not have starting crying.. shh). Eventually everyone got off of me and gave me a little room to get up, and two boys helped me back to my feet, forever proving that the metal fanbase is the most amazing fanbase ever c:

Okay that paragraph totally switched mentalities at the end.

Please ;____;

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.

gigantorthemooseking:

bringmepiercethesirens:

jojochopsueytoo:

pierce-the-memphis-mice-and-men:

theshay-way:

emerleediego:

Holy fucking shit. This looks painful.

THE WALL OF DEATH.

I remember the first time I was in the Wall of Death. It was at Of Mice & Men’s set at Warped Tour ‘12 and at first, me and my friend had no clue what the fuck was going on. So Austin says “go!”, and everyone starts running, basically pushing me and my friend along. Me, being the clumsy and accident prone person I am, fell in the middle of the pit and like 6 people fell on top of me. I thought I was gonna fucking die (and I may or may not have starting crying.. shh). Eventually everyone got off of me and gave me a little room to get up, and two boys helped me back to my feet, forever proving that the metal fanbase is the most amazing fanbase ever c:

Okay that paragraph totally switched mentalities at the end.

Please ;____;

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.

(Source: psihoticno-sarkasticna, via basedceerex)

Reblogged from stuffimgoingtohellfor

So I tried to make polite conversation with our building's youngest tenant

  • Me: Hey, that's a Harry Potter shirt, right? You like Harry Potter?
  • Little girl: *hides behind her mom*
  • Mom: Go ahead, you can tell her.
  • Little girl: Yeeaaaaaah...
  • Me: That's cool! Who's your favorite character? Hermione?
  • Little girl: *shakes head*
  • Me: Ron? Harry?
  • Little girl: I LIKE LORD VOLDEMORT.
  • Me: Uh.
  • Little Girl: HE REPRESENTS CHAOS.
  • Me: That's...fun too.
Reblogged from dorkly

larkasloveshack:

raiden—raikov:

ailea:

darknightdudes:

Injustice: Gods and Rich Mortals Among Us

It’s obviously Batman.

THE BAT SYMBOL IN THE SUN I CAN’T

“Failman”

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Reblogged from animation-gifs
Reblogged from garms

Anonymous asked: red hot air balloon

If I get any more anonymous messages in the future, I’ll know it’s you.

Anonymous asked: WAHHHZ CHERYL YOUR POST SO DEEP SIOLZ

LOL YEAH OF COURSE I’M DEEP. Why are you anonymous?

Reblogged from simplekind
In the words of Lloyd Dobler from the film Say Anything: “Why can’t you be in a good mood? How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood and be in a good mood once in a while?” Honestly. Some people are just so adamant to feel bad for themselves that they can’t be happy in whatever they do. I know you feel like you’re stuck, but lots more people are in far worse situations than yours - I’m not even talking about third world countries - so if you just changed your perspective at least for a little while, you wouldn’t be in this depressing funk. I always admonish myself when I sink into a mood, because I know it’s entirely up to me to feel happy. Of course, I’m talking about mood swings, not the sadness that ensues when something bad happens. Mood swings are caused by no reason in particular except the universe hates you, so I try to get it lifted as soon as I realize I’m in a mood. Sometimes I’ll let it simmer for a while until I want to slap myself for feeling so much self-pity. It’s way too indulgent. Listen to some Bob Marley or world music; it always makes me feel better.

In the words of Lloyd Dobler from the film Say Anything: “Why can’t you be in a good mood? How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood and be in a good mood once in a while?”

Honestly. Some people are just so adamant to feel bad for themselves that they can’t be happy in whatever they do. I know you feel like you’re stuck, but lots more people are in far worse situations than yours - I’m not even talking about third world countries - so if you just changed your perspective at least for a little while, you wouldn’t be in this depressing funk.

I always admonish myself when I sink into a mood, because I know it’s entirely up to me to feel happy. Of course, I’m talking about mood swings, not the sadness that ensues when something bad happens. Mood swings are caused by no reason in particular except the universe hates you, so I try to get it lifted as soon as I realize I’m in a mood. Sometimes I’ll let it simmer for a while until I want to slap myself for feeling so much self-pity. It’s way too indulgent.

Listen to some Bob Marley or world music; it always makes me feel better.

Reblogged from imperfectwriting

imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

Reblogged from sophiesskittless

Avengers Style xD

I’M 400% DONE

(Source: sophiesskittless, via fallingintohisgrace)

Reblogged from waltdisneyconfessions
waltdisneyconfessions:

“I want Disney to make a movie with a villain inspired by the Slenderman.”

waltdisneyconfessions:

“I want Disney to make a movie with a villain inspired by the Slenderman.”

Reblogged from starshinespangle

youonly-yolo-once:

francieum:

When you try to open the door to the bathroom and the handle is wet

I seriously cannot decipher what this means

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Reblogged from spazztastic-muffin

emma-diaper:

theangelstakemysanity:

consulting-time-hunters:

anch0vies:

spazztastic-muffin:

When your teacher is nice but can’t fucking teach

When your teacher is mean but teaches really good 

When you’re teacher is nice and teaches really well, but the class is full of fucking twats

When the students are well behaved but the Teacher is still a fucking bitch

when your teacher keeps getting replaced because it’s defence against the dark arts

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Reblogged from aaronsjohnson