ahkmenra-h:

hellabitcoins:

sansaspark:

magconbabe-matt:

This shit better work

HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE


what if we all got paper lol

GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

ahkmenra-h:

hellabitcoins:

sansaspark:

magconbabe-matt:

This shit better work

HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE

what if we all got paper lol
GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

Fourth Time’s the Charm

giantteenwolforgy:

there were so many lovely v-day ficlet suggestions! I will definitely be writing more! Here’s the first one, inspired by vulcanfrecklesderek attempting multiple times to ask stiles out for valentine’s day but stiles bulldozing right over it because he’s clueless.

It starts because Derek overhears a conversation.

"Scott," Stiles is saying, "It’s fine."

"But—"

"It’s fine. Ask Kira to go out with you this weekend.”

"We can go another time—"

"Okay, seriously? One of us has to get some action on Valentine’s Day, otherwise it’s just going to be sad. Don’t make me threaten you, dude.”

Derek can’t see their faces from where he is in the school parking lot, but he can imagine the way Stiles looks (eyebrows quirked, backpack slung over one shoulder, full lips stretched into a grin that’s just shy of self-deprecating). 

***

He tells himself he isn’t going to do anything about it. 

He tells himself that it doesn’t matter that Stiles will spend Valentine’s Day alone because hundreds of thousands of people do that every year. 

He does it every year. 

Then he thinks about Stiles’s scuffed up Adidas and the way his laundry detergent always lingers in the air; the rabbit-fast beat of his heart and the slope of his neck and the time Isaac asked were you lonely.

***

When he’s at Wal-Mart the next day, he spots Stiles standing in the middle of the Valentine’s Day aisle deliberating between two packs of chocolate. He stops abruptly and he grits his teeth so hard they hurt and even though this has to be some sort of cosmic joke, he turns his cart down the aisle

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robelessd:

the holy trinity

(Source: poweredbytheprofane)

1,126,593 plays

tahariels:

sweetjanesays:

LITTLE PUPPY HOWLS WARM MY HEART

okay this is cute but also this guy is super hot 0-0

(Source: escaping-midnight-thoughts)

whiskeyandeggnog:

"Sammy comes first," was a double entendre John didn’t know he’d uttered when Dean looked him straight in the eye and said, "Yes sir. Always."

(Source: omfglaurawow)

queermarauders:

Ravenclaws with huge communal bookshelfs that tower to the ceiling. It’s become tradition that when you leave Hogwarts, you leave behind a copy of your favorite book, so they have books dating back centuries.

assbutt-wizard-in-the-tardis:

I’m not even in this fandom, but hearing this made me feel so much better about life

(Source: fandoms-are-my-one-true-love)

girlsbydaylight:

I Believe by 水色葱茏 on pixiv

stilinski-is-the-king:

crystalhollnd:

bootywolves:

imagine what stiles must look like to the other kids at beacon hills high. like he thinks that everyone thinks he’s just a loser, but they’re actually just really intimated by him? 

"that’s stiles stilinski. one time he actually kidnapped the captain of the lacrosse team. and sometimes he shows up to school with all sorts of bruises cuts. and he’s always being questioned by the police. im pretty sure he’s dating that scary guy with the leather jacket. i think they’re in a gang." 

#’i don’t know what he did to lydia martin but she talks to him now’#’i think he threatened her’#’remember they went to that dance together last year and she was in the hospital and then ran around the woods for a couple days?’#’pretty sure he hypnotized her or something’#from an outsider’s perspective stiles is terrifying (x)

 (x)

firelorcl:

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

theodorepython:

maxistentialist:

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:

Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.


Man this is still one of my favorite little social projects/experiments.

theodorepython:

maxistentialist:

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:

Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.

The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”

The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.

Man this is still one of my favorite little social projects/experiments.

Harry Potter tumblr style // inspired by (x)

(Source: mydraco)

kittyinabeaker:

jenoshmellark:

When an actor stumbles into their fandom on Tumblr:

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The longer that gif went on, the more I laughed/cried. 

breakingstride:

broomsticksandpaddles:

youarelookingatthis:

There needs to be a live action version of this starring Neil Patrick Harris and Robert Downey Jr.

OH MY GOD

THAT IS ALL I WANT NOW

(Source: dmitribelkov)

rebelside:

But seriously do you ever think that all those who died in the battle of Hogwarts probably went on the chocolate frogs’ cards . And Teddy opening one before going on the train to Hogwarts and seeing his parents smiling at him, so they were actually there to see him off on his first year.