dapper as fuck

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so sweet.

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bluepueblo:

Birth Announcement, Riverside, Iowa

photo via paramount

ermahgerd.  Oh yes.

douchebagcats:

“CAT GET OUT OF THE LAMP!”
“no, i’m a lamp now.”

bluepueblo:

Dark Castle, The Netherlands

photo via jen

althistories:

Robby the Robot poses with co-star Anne Francis in this shot for 1956’s Forbidden Planet, a brilliant and visually stunning retelling of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. 

I remember my dad had a copy of this movie in VHS when I was growing up.  I watched it a couple times, and I never really full understood it (I was too young), but I loved the idea of traveling to other planets, of there being monsters, and most of all the bright yellow cover with a picture of a girl being carried by a robot.  Just seemed hella epic.

im2deep4u:

I press the x button and immediately begin saving up for a replacement laptop.

Then I call and see what an exorcism will cost me these days…

So, I log on to Facebook sometimes, and the idiots I knew in high school and never cleaned out of my friends list present me with beautiful tales of their magnificent lives.  Only this story seems to have been mildly exaggerated.  Let me count the ways:

1. A Masonic temple is always clearly labeled and easy to find, most of them are on Google maps actually.  And they all have compasses and lodge numbers set into their exterior walls, if not overt signs stating something like “Hello, welcome to Triune Lodge X, We’re a Pretty Old Club”

2. Masons regularly give tours to the public (regardless of gender, religious background, education level, etc.) of their buildings, so you do not need to sneak in.  And if you are in any way associated with a mason, they are 100 percent free to give you a tour of the building if there are no ceremonies taking place.  PS cermonies are dull as hell, with a bunch of dudes reciting memorized lines about being committed to bettering themselves and serving the community.

3. Most masons are solidly middle class, and pay dues of like a hundred to four hundred bucks for an entire year of membership.  ALL of this money goes to paying overhead for the building and maybe a few meals, though usually they have to pay 10 dollars or something after a meeting if they want to be part of a meal (it all sounds so earthly and mundane if you say it like that…)

4. Oh yeah, this whole thing is a GIGANTIC FUCKING LIE. 

This girl was like this in high school though.  It’s just, usually, USUALLY the stories have a modicum of believability worked in, just to hook people, but this one… I laughed for like 20 minutes.  My response was less then classy, I will freely own that, but I just… WOW.

And do her friends ACTUALLY believe her?  I don’t even what the hell I can’t no.

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crispins:

your faves could never[1/?]: leonard h mccoy ⇒

don’t pander to me, kid. one tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in 13 seconds. solar flare might pop up and cook us in our seats. and wait ‘til you’re sitting pretty with a case of andorian shingles. see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding! space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.

Bones is the best

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nybg:

nycgov:

City Hall Park in bloom

Do you know the history of City Hall Park?  From 1653 to 1699, the area that is now the park was known as the Commons and served as a communal pasture ground for livestock.  The park’s western boundary was a Native American trail that later became Broadway.

For more visit http://on.nyc.gov/11BUTVH.

New York City history with a side of blossoming trees is always appropriate reblogging material. ~AR

bluepueblo:

Spring Entryway, Boston, Massachusetts

photo via besttravelphotos

douchebagcats:

“Cat i’m trying to read”
“You attempt to move me and I take these pages with me.”

minnesotapakeha:

hazelcoulson:

hythe:

kkatkkrap:

katiebug445:

snowkhione:

because-donuts:

fredtogeorge:

pinkhairedlesbianadventures:

potterandprincesses:

This part always gets me, not just because of the situation but because of Oliver. Just think - that really is his brother lying on the floor, not just another actor. He’s not just George seeing Fred, he’s Oliver seeing James. It’s not just a role he’s playing, and that’s what makes it almost unbearable to watch.

LEAVE ME ALONE TO SOB IN A CORNER.

I read somewhere they could only do this scene half a dozen times or so because it was so emotionally draining for Oliver.

GOD WHY.

AHH SHIT PEOPLE WHOEVER MADE THIS BURN IN FUCKING HELL

reminding people that this happened

SHIT

SHIT

TEARS

NO TEARS GO AWAY

FUCK YOU TEARS

AS IF I DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH FEELINGS ALREADY. 

IT’s BACK.

oh my god i started reading the graphic and i just instantly burst into the ugliest sobbing of my life

My babies, no *gross sobbing*

This is actually why I never finished the Harry Potter series and never will.  As an identical twin this is so far beyond the realm of things-that-are-okay.  Even as amazing as she is, I don’t think JK Rowling fully grasped the magnitude of what she did in this moment. 

Ditto what my sister said above me.  It’s more of a horror than I think JK Rowling can even begin to imagine.

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