hey. find the nearest person to you and compliment them. tell them their hair looks good, or that their laugh is lovely. tell them you hope they have a wonderful day. and if nobody is nearby, say it to yourself.
What if there’s a rocking chair fandom and we annihilated their tag I just
I’m sorry rocking chair fandom
Appreciation post for the galaxies that exist within Benedict Cumberbatch’s eyes
I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.
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- Recite a poem.
- Read the first page to one of your favorite books.
- Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.
- Do a tongue-twister.
- Say something in a different language.
- Share an anecdote.
- Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
- Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.
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- What did you have to eat today?
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- What is your favorite word?
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- What turns you on?
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- What sound or noise do you love?
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- What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
- What profession would you not like to do?
- If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
- If you’re brave enough, singing us a little song.
a super fab and super long j2 fic rec list.
hover over the links for the summary of the fics.
(most of the j2 fics i read are bottom!jared but fics where jensen bottoms are marked with + and fics where they switch are marked with *)
a: a different kind of alpha (a/b/o, knotting) a first time for everything, a good employee knows what his boss wants, a long wait (knotting), a matter of coincidence ‘verse* (mpreg, miscarriage, mentions of physical abuse, mostly bottom!jared, but there’s one chapter where jensen bottoms), after the end, after the knot (knotting), all for one but your ass is mine, always by the book (timestamp), american boys, arguing on the internet is like… (non-AU), an exercise in insanity (stepfather/stepson relationship, homophobia), arm in arm, we’ll win the fight (pokemon AU, knotting), artfully dead (vampire story/jensen/jared/jdm, drug addiction, mentions of prostitution, homophobia), as boundless as the sea (tentacle porn, bondage, interspecies sex, suicidal thoughts), as this sunset turns to morning+ (homophobia), at the movies
b: back in black (non-AU), bad mouthing, baiatul pierdut (the lost boy) (underage/dub-con/non-con/slave fic), beautiful disaster (also jensen/justin hartley), bend me, break me, best job ever, beta (werewolf story), best kept secret (a/b/o, knotting, underage), beta living through chemistry (knotting), big damn hero, biting, marking, claiming and owning, brand new start!verse (mentions of sexual and physical abuse, mentions of bullying, homophobia), business hours are over
woke up to a blood stain on my bedsheets wtf
Linda Belcher and her voice actor, John Roberts.
I’m not mad that Justin Bieber spat on his fans. I’m not mad that he made his body guards carry him up the Great Wall. I’m not mad he spent the day with strippers or went out tagging where he didn’t belong.
I honestly couldn’t give two shits. Celebrities and I have always been in this awkward agreement that I don’t pay attention to them outside of their work, and in return, their work tends to make me happy. I don’t care about Emma Watson’s hair, even though as a matter of fact I think that shit is the hottest thing since the equator. I’ve never kept up with the Kardashians, I really don’t even know who Perez Hilton is or what he’s doing with his life, and I only recently found out The Bachelor is a real show and not an elaborate hoax.
So what J-Biebs peed in a bucket. I think that’s funny but as far as I’m concerned, there’s more news in my day-to-day life than there is involving his general dismissal of his fans.
But you wanna know something? Don’t you dare fucking tell me to be calm about this D.U.I shit.
Here’s a cool fact about me: my ribs are broken in 27 different places where a drunken driver slammed into the side of my car and almost killed me. I was eighteen. I was in the hospital that whole summer. You can still feel the scars where the bones snapped. I tasted my own lungs when I took a breath.
Here’s a cool fact about america: over one third of people who die in a car crash are gonna go out because some asshole didn’t call a cab. Over one thousand kids died in 2010 because somebody couldn’t sober up. Here’s a cool fucking fact: I’ve lost five friends like this.
They were murdered. I don’t accept that fucking “vehicular manslaughter” charge. You chose to get behind the wheel. You chose to go out while knowing you were intoxicated. You said to yourself “My desire to drive is more important than other people’s lives.” You chose this, and now I have five graves to tend.
Fuck you if you think this isn’t something we should discuss, something we should talk to our loved ones about. How about you stand up to the parents of all five children and try to scoop the taste of dirt out of each of those mouths, try to erase the smell of the coffin as it went into the ground. Tell Talia’s fifteen-year-old corpse you’re really sorry but you don’t think this is an issue. Why don’t you go on and clutch her hands like her mother did while that little girl’s heart slowly stuttered to a halt, wrapped around a piece of metal. It had struck her through the chest hard enough that she didn’t die instantly. She was still breathing for four hours in extreme agony. Talia and I were going to be ballerinas except she was actually good at it. She was the best in our class, professional track written in her blood. She liked snowboarding and loud music and hated mustard. She was so fucking kind and had so much going for her. You know what they don’t talk about? What death looks like as it sweeps across the face of someone you love. How at that point you’re almost sickly glad they gave up.
Fuck you. I won’t calm down. I’m sick of people writing off the actions of idols as “youth behavior.” I’m twenty years old and I’ve done some shit but the few times I’ve had to get home and realized I was three sheets to the wind, I fucking called someone. I have three, maybe four people who would pick me up at 3 in the morning and two of them come with the knowledge that they’re gonna tear me a new asshole when I sober up - I’m sure a celebrity pop star could find someone to drag him to where ever he had to go.
I’m fucking sick of this. How come everybody else has to be on their best behavior all the time or whatever happens to them is their fault, but there are people saying Justin Bieber deserves a sainthood? I hate how they discuss how this is ruining his life instead of discussing the lives he could have ruined - and if this isn’t a familiar issue to you, you haven’t been paying attention. I’m fucking sick of how these assholes get away with everything because they’re in a position of power. I don’t fucking care what he does to his fans.
I care about the fact there are going to be one thousand children dying in really pointless accidents because the people who look up to Bieber are going to say “He did it and he was fine when it happened.”
This is important. This is serious. I really kind of hope you don’t believe me because the truth is, if you don’t, you haven’t lost someone to an idiot driving drunk.
This isn’t meant to shame you if you are his fan. I’m not mad about whatever the fuck else he did. I’m mad we’re still treating him like he’s just a wild rich kid.
There are people out there that didn’t live past fourteen. I won’t calm down. This needs to be heard. This needs to be seen.
I just want people to wake up and realize this isn’t just some “victimless crime.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Why isn’t this reblogged millions of times?!
Drunk driving is a badge of low character.
CORGI HUSKY MIXED. THEY STAY THAT LITTLE IM DYINGGGG
BREED ALL THE THINGS WITH CORGIS
BREED THIS COFFEPOT WITH A CORGI
IT WILL BE A CORGIPOT
What would it be like if the U.S. was war torn like Syria? A new video by international NGO Save the Children imagines just that, through the eyes of a young girl:
The disturbing video features shots of the girl as she goes about her normal life over the course of a year. The video begins and ends with the child celebrating her birthday. Between shots, we see how her life changes dramatically as war ravages her country.
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT WHY DOES IT ONLY HAVE 32 NOTES