SHIRTLESSBATCH IS EVERYWHERE SO LET ME GIVE YOU MOREEEEEE
Fuck it.
Here’s more porn for your dash. Yes, two NudeyBatch posts in one day. It’s a beautiful thing.
OMG is that the deleted STID shirtless scene?!!!!?!!
And I shall call this reblog: Let Me Fix Your Bad Day
(via bbcsherlockftw)
WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE IN STUPID AMERICA WHERE DAVID TENNANT DOESN’T KISS ME??????
I HAVE JEWELRY I CAN SELL. AND INTERNAL ORGANS.
(Source: unnamedspecies)
WHERE YOU THINK YOU GOIN?
YOU THINK THIS IS YOUR HOUSE?
WHERE YOU THINK YOU GOIN?
YOU THINK THIS WAS YOUR HOUSE?THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE OF PLANS MOTHERFUCKAAAAA
THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE OF PLANS MOTHERFUCKAAAAADON’T WORRY BOUT YOUR STUFF
BECAUSE I’M KEEPING THAT TOO
DON’T WORRY BOUT YOUR STUFF
BECAUSE I’M KEEPING THAT TOOYOU SHALL NOT PASS
YOU SHALL NOT PASS
I WILL LAY EGGS IN YOUR HAIR
YOU SHALL NOT PASS
I’m pretty sure all the spiders sing this.
Oh tumblr. Now I remember why I love you.
(via katiebienvenue)
I kinda forgot this existed. Are you still out there? Should I return to play again? Decide for me, tumblr! I CAN’T DO IT ALONE!
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
GORGEOUS
oh wow.
Stunning, evocative work.
Friends
Cat did not have thumbs.
Tiny human did. “It’s simple,” said Cat. “Open door. Get cheese.”
Tiny human squashed Cat’s ears. “Bah,” it said. “Meeshbah.”
Cat sighed. “And yet you rule the world.” She flicked her tail and bound off.
With a screech of glee, Tiny Human followed.
And Cat certainly did not smile.
Written for the 55 Word Challenge, Week 14
Delightful. Really just delightful.
The Dot and the Line: A Romance in Lower Mathematics (1965) by Chuck Jones based on the book by Norton Juster
My original OTP.
![Contrary To Belief
“They say a kiss unites souls, you know. The spirit is carried on the breath and that’s how lovers fall in love.”
“Guess you shouldn’t have gotten your tomato pie with extra garlic then, huh?”
“The ancients thought garlic was an aphrodisiac. In fact, Tibetan monks weren’t allowed to eat garlic, because they believed it inflamed the passions.”
“A Tibetan monk never had to sit next to you in the movie theatre after you ate said tomato pie.”
“And tomatoes are known as ‘love apples.’”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say. Some people even say the apple in the Garden of Eden was really a tomato. That’s why the French call them un pomme d’amour.”
“Or maybe they call them that because of a mistranslation of pomo d’Moro, which is what the Italians called them and what the French misheard. And then the French spread that little culinary mondegreen all over Europe and confused everyone. All because of a silly French tourist’s poor Italian.”
“My mother is French.”
“And mine’s Italian.”
“I guess this will never work.”
“Quite so, I’m afraid.”
“I’m going to get some popcorn. With butter.”
“They say the smell of buttered popcorn is an aphrodisiac.”
“Do they?”
“Yes. Get a large. And plan to share.”
Written for the flash fiction challenge at www.bullishink.com. Please read some of the other amazing entries.
(Also I am trying to make comments work on this blog… if you liked this, or anything else, please let me know!)
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Contrary To Belief
“They say a kiss unites souls, you know. The spirit is carried on the breath and that’s how lovers fall in love.”
“Guess you shouldn’t have gotten your tomato pie with extra garlic then, huh?”
“The ancients thought garlic was an aphrodisiac. In fact, Tibetan monks weren’t allowed to eat garlic, because they believed it inflamed the passions.”
“A Tibetan monk never had to sit next to you in the movie theatre after you ate said tomato pie.”
“And tomatoes are known as ‘love apples.’”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say. Some people even say the apple in the Garden of Eden was really a tomato. That’s why the French call them un pomme d’amour.”
“Or maybe they call them that because of a mistranslation of pomo d’Moro, which is what the Italians called them and what the French misheard. And then the French spread that little culinary mondegreen all over Europe and confused everyone. All because of a silly French tourist’s poor Italian.”
“My mother is French.”
“And mine’s Italian.”
“I guess this will never work.”
“Quite so, I’m afraid.”
“I’m going to get some popcorn. With butter.”
“They say the smell of buttered popcorn is an aphrodisiac.”
“Do they?”
“Yes. Get a large. And plan to share.”
Written for the flash fiction challenge at www.bullishink.com. Please read some of the other amazing entries.
(Also I am trying to make comments work on this blog… if you liked this, or anything else, please let me know!)
