ok you know what scotland where do you get off having all this cool shit and hot people and kilts and stuff
because look at these fucking things
THESE ARE FAIRY POOLS, YOU CAN FIND THEM IN THE ISLE OF SKYE AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
SCOTLAND STOP HOLDING OUT ON ME HERE
Proud to be Scottish :-)
This man is amazing.
His music picks me up when I’m down,
His voice is so powerful it brings chills to my body,
He is so subtly but overtly gay it makes me giggle
But best of all…
He is god.
Weird love part 2
Lisa or Doctor 10?
The ‘Doctor Who’ Christmas Special: ‘The Time Of The Doctor’.
“Orbiting a quiet backwater planet, the massed forces of the universe’s deadliest species gather, drawn to a mysterious message that echoes out to the stars. And amongst them – the Doctor. Rescuing Clara from a family Christmas dinner, the Time Lord and his best friend must learn what this enigmatic signal means for his own fate and that of the universe.”
Christmas is coming.
Eep eep eep eep eep eep eep eep eep eep!!!!!!!
MY MOM DECIDED THAT SINCE I FUCKING HATE CLEANING THE LITTERBOX FOR MY DUMB CATS SHE’S ACTUALLY MAKE ME A FUCKING LITTERBOX CAKE. THIS IS A FUCKING CAKE. THOSE ARE SLIGHTLY MELTED TOOTSIE ROLLS. THOSE ARE LOTS OF COOKIE CRUMBLES. BUT IT LOOKS FUCKING REAL. I ATE THIS IN A RESTAURANT. I RECIEVED WORRIED STARES FROM OTHER PATRONS AS I FEASTED UPON FUCKING CAT POOP. MY BABY SISTER REFUSED TO LET ME EAT THE TOOTSIE ROLLS BECAUSE SHE WAS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CONVINCED IT WAS POOP, SHE RIPPED IT OUT OF MY HANDS AND THREW IT BACK IT THE PAN.
"SISSY!" SOMEONE WAS LOOKING ON HORRIFIED AS SHE GRABBED THE DISTURBING LOOKING CANDY OUT OF MY HAND. "DONT EAT POOP SISSY!"
a li tter box cae k„
congratulations on turning 91
Oh… mygod. I have nothing to say about this.
Some of you out there may know that today marks a very sad day in the music world:
It was 22 years ago on this day, November 24th, that the world lost an absolutely amazing, beyond-talented, beyond-belief, truly inspiring and beautiful individual.
It was 22 years ago on this day that we lost Freddie Mercury.
Now sit down and let me tell you all something:
I have had many heroes, idols, and puppy-love celebrity crushes in my day, but let me tell you right now, that there is absolutely no one, and I mean NO ONE, who has ever compared to Freddie; beautiful, incredible, perfectly-imperfect Freddie; Farrokh Bulsara.
It may be no secret by now that I am truly, madly, insanely, absolutely bat-shit bonkers in love with this man.
You don’t even understand; this isn’t some gooey, teeny-bopper crush over some cute/hunky pop singer — this is LOVE.
Nothing has filled me with greater joy, motivation, inspiration, and sheer ecstasy than that moment when I pop on those headphones and hear the most versatile,magical, and unreal almost out-of-body experience that is Freddie and Queen.
*Hank Hill voice* “Why would anyone do drugs when they could just listen to Queen?”
Okay, but in all seriousness, folks, I just wanted to share with you all exactly how much this band, especially their lead singer, means the world to me:
Freddie has given me more hope in my scary, confused, manic-depressive life than any medicine, counselor, religious leader, or even so-called “friends” or any “boyfriend” I may or may not have had throughout my life. Freddie is my ray of sunshine, my reason, my will to keep fighting and pressing on.
He is my everything.
And if you that think I’m “weird”, “crazy”, or “obsessed”, well, my darlings, you can kindly fuck off.
Freddie, my love, I was only a baby (2, almost 3) when you had gone, and a lot of ugly, bad, and scary things were already happening around me around that time, things that my tiny little mind couldn’t fully grasp until years later. All I know is that this was a dark, and sad time for my family, and a lot of other people in their own, individual lives - like somehow everybody was experiencing their own, personal tragedies in connection with you leaving… or at least I’d like to think that, anyway….
Freddie, wherever you are right now, I hope that you are doing great and glorious things; things that your mortal self, no matter how dynamic it was, could never ever possibly do… Your spirit is free, and soars over many worlds, and generations who will continue to hear your song, your legend, for ages to come!
You were one in a million, my friend, and like many, my only wish is that I could have had the chance to know you in person… to first-hand hear your voice, see your imperfect smile, touch your elegant, and gifted hands…
Take off, fair angel… And if you see my big brother George during your travels, give him a big hug, and maybe crack a joke with him about your love-affair with his silly, crazy, baby sister on earth, or something.
Off you go, sweet angel.
Oh my god this made me fucking cry. Beautiful.
I am so fucking done with all of you I swear to god
Nothing is sacred on tumblr…
Billie and David.
Oh my god!!!
Black Floofball with eyes.
always reblog this cat.
I laughed so hard.
White People: “You blacks need to get over what we did to you. It was so long ago and it wasn’t even that bad. So what if us honest hard working christians could attend a lynching after church, where’s the issue in that?”
this shit was happening like 40 fucking years ago
hell this shit STILL HAPPENS
The fact that he has on a u.s. army sweatshirt is just
these two guys (including Army sweatshirt guy) were helping the one guy escape a white mob
there’s another photo of them helping him walk away to safety
who knows what really happened, history is all fucked up.
history is incredibly fucked up and the 1943 race riots in Detroit were incredibly fucked up
but the second photo is much more clear about the interactions between these three. Source on the 2nd photo was an issue of Life magazine from the time.
Well done Tumblr. You posted a picture without context and made two of the nicest people look like complete monsters.
THIS IS AN EXACT REPRESENTATION OF MEDIA MAKING YOU SEE WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO SEE
Are you ready?