i—need—a—doctor:

I had an awesome Doctor Who themed birthday today!! I bought, among other things, a couple Doctor who themed gifts to myself - a Doctor Who shirt and a plushie tardis. <3

My dad made me an awesome birthday card -

Isn’t it great?!

Also - My parents are very punny.

whovianfashion:

Edit: Jackie and Pete Had A boy so NM, would have been a Cool theory though…

I been seeing a lot of theories about Jenna Louise Coleman’s Character, and to suggest a few things, First off The unofficial word is that her Character’s name is Clara. I know that Imdb has her listed as Susan Tyler,…

glitterstainedsoul:

one of my all time favorite songs

glitterstainedsoul:

redlippedposse:

super-eklectic1:

lovethyhippie:

dynosawrslair:

callasoreon:

senile-snake:

kamen-rider-equine:

hardboiledandwutnot:

mass-destruction:

shooptastic:

dignified-toddle:

why is the entire world not investing in this 

this is such a good investment why the fuck

guys this is good idea

omg i could probably get from new orleans to chicago in like, 15 minutes as opposed to 150 minutes

…..HOLY SHIT

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS

WE COULD ALL FINALLY MEET EACH OTHER

HOLY SHIT BALLS

 

We’ll be dead by then

omg!!!!!!!

Are you fucking serious? Let’s start this! Let’s do this now!

This is so amazing, but I would never travel in this like ever. I’d be way too paranoid and claustrophobic..

spencerdiamond:

SOON

Why Does every thing fall on my Birthday?!?!

positiveconnotation:

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse

an0m0ly:

Damage

This is not my usual post. But it’s something I had to share. As you read this, imagine how your reaction would differ if this story were being told by a woman, talking about how her husband treated her.

I have been separated from my wife for over a year, though we continue to share a house. We live on separate floors. We share the house because we need to parent our son together, and because we can’t afford to maintain two households.

I’d like to tell you a story, illustrating one reason why I am divorcing her. This is an example of the treatment I have received over the past fourteen years.

This evening, while she was drinking her wine, my estranged wife took exception to the fact that I wanted to talk about how tense she’s been. She said she didn’t want to talk about it.

I left the room (so as to comply with her request).

I went upstairs to use our tiny guest bathroom. She began to yell and throw things around the kitchen, then eventually charged up the stairs and into the bathroom, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave. She confronted me there, holding her half-full wine glass in her hand. Her voice got louder, her gestures wilder. 

She complained that I had upset her by wanting to talk when she had told me she didn’t want to talk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I said, “You’re saying it’s my fault you can’t express your emotions responsibly like an adult?”

She said, “Yes!! It’s because you want to go off and take a vacation with your girlfriend!” Then she threw the contents of her glass in my face and smashed it against my bare chest.

The results are pictured here.

I stood there, with shattered glass at my feet, glass shards sticking in my skin, bleeding, for five minutes or so. I asked her to move so that I could leave. She waved the broken stem of the glass in the air and said, “Leave!! Who’s stopping you?”

I told her she was standing between me and the door. I felt threatened. 

She laughed and said, “You’re 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds! You can’t feel threatened by me!”

I said, “You just broke a glass on my chest and cut me. You’re standing there with the stem in your hands. Yes. I feel threatened.”

She said, “No, you don’t.”

I asked her to move out of the way and let me pass. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her or threatening her.

She held her ground, waved the broken stem and shouted, “Go on! Leave! I’m not stopping you!”

After I asked her repeatedly, she finally moved a bit and I left, carefully stepping over the broken glass.

I have posted this here as evidence, and to help those who may think that size and gender make a difference when abuse is concerned. People who, like my estranged, think some have permission to feel threatened and some don’t.

Abusers come in all sizes and genders.

She and I went to a half dozen therapists over the years. At each initial session, every therapist took a look at me, then at her (5’4” 150 lbs.). Then he or she would gravely ask my wife, “Do you feel safe?”

None ever thought to ask me.

Thanks for listening.

beardedtrekkies:

Captain’s Log: YESSSSSSSSSSSS I’M PEPPER POTS I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEE HERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I’m the Hulk, My sister is Captain America and my MOM! is Black Widow!! it made me laugh a little.

owls-love-tea:

I’m going to be making 10 treasure boxes!

I’m going to paint and decorate them. Inside will be things like;

• Dried flowers
• Shells 
• Stickers- think mermaids, glow in the dark stars, glittery lovely things, monsters, witches, bats and ghouls
• Glitter
• Sparkly, shiny things
• A mixed CD
• Buttons, beads, feathers
• pom poms
• Hand made origami stars
• Recipes
• Halloween surprises
• Charms
• All my love

If you’re interested in receiving a present, you don’t need to send me any money but I do ask that you send me a return surprise present! Anything from drawings, hand made sweet things, a treasure box filled with things from where you are in the world- anything that will be lovely and that I can keep forever! 

It would be so nice to receive wonderful presents from all over the world for no reason other than that it would be lovely!

If you’re interested, just reblog this post! The more times you reblog it, the more times you will be entered into the generator at the end of the week which will choose the winners at random! <3

Good luck kittens!

-Bec x

If i look at you differently it will on be me falling more in love with you.

flatbarnacle:

funkysafari:

You can’t get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.

But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty. While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.

Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered the four miniature wellies used as pen and pencil holders in their office. They slipped them on the piglet’s feet - and into the mud she happily ploughed. [x]

PIGS WITH RAIN BOOTS MAKE ME HAPPIER THAN ANYTHING

catnipsmahogany:

mass-destruction:

cuemypulse:

iamsuperbat:

offmytitsonhappiness:

Can we just stop and appreciate Nicki Minaj’s face for a moment. She looks genuinely very concerned for Josh here, like she thinks he was actually in an arena full of kids trying to kill him, and is confused as to why no one else finds this as shocking as she does.

What do you expect? People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

People from the Capitol just don’t understand.

PEOPLE FROM THE FUCKING CAPITOL JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND

^ this 

unapinturaenmovimiento:

lmfao the world make sense now

bartyjoonyah:

Aww. Would you look at that. Two baby giraffes out in the wild!

frockabilly:

Custom made for the winner <3

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