yourackdisciprine:

A recent trend on RTE (Irish TV) chat shows - random audience members turning to stare into the cameras during audience cut-aways.

urtube:

If i ever see any of you in public, the code is

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that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

(Source: tooontofunction)

yeevil:

probably not that

(Source: weirdinternet)

johannathemad:

anon asked about fem!free! and ye, felt inspired

(Source: wasserplane)

darnhomosexuals:

sometimes Cracked is so weirdly on point

darnhomosexuals:

sometimes Cracked is so weirdly on point

fuckyeahtattoos:

Photo by Alex Ozers. Tattoo by Johnny Jinx at Broken Clover in Tucson

fuckyeahtattoos:

Photo by Alex Ozers. Tattoo by Johnny Jinx at Broken Clover in Tucson

  

anvitality:

"Ghosting" by Mother Mother

I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.

wesleycrush:

MY ANACONDA-

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this-disgusting-ribbon:

LOOKS LIKE MEAT’S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS" bellows the Orc to his Orc friends. Orcs know what menus are. Orcs know what restaurants are. are there bistros in Mordor? these are the questions i need answering

hipstersaur:

xcontour:

evianwaterbottle:

delete this rn

oh my god

Neat

hipstersaur:

xcontour:

evianwaterbottle:

delete this rn

oh my god

Neat

(Source: surfbortions)

se7en1995:

Date a boy who doesn’t read. Date a boy who CANT read. Date Charlie Kelly

(Source: halloween2007)

cbeamsglitter:

seriously though, imagine if commercials for “men’s” razors staunchly, fearfully avoided ever showing a beard or stubble or any trace of facial hair whatsoever, as if made in a bizarre and inexplicable alternate universe in which the thing their product exists to groom doesn’t exist

just dudes grinnin’ coyly as they mime running razors over their baby-bottom smooth jawlines, eyes glazed over, not knowing what it is they do, or why, knowing merely that they must