unmutekurloz:

pyralsnout:

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Pluto Tumblr Posts photoset

(You’re welcome)

OHANA MEANS FAMILY
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

PLUTO IS CRYING

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goddamn-batgirl:

tallestsilver:

cosplay-gamers:

The Wild Thornberrys

Marianne Thornberry by Tascha Dearing

Nigel Thornberry by Joshua Walker

Photos by Sophie Keen, ZeroKing2010, and So Say We All

Beautiful

Smashing

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thestraggletag:

egobus:

I want a movie about greek gods where hades isn’t the antagonist

By all accounts the antagonist in every Greek Gods movie should be Zeus’s dick. Nothing else causes as much murder and mayhem.

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feyaphantom:

demiilauren:

miss-ella-page:

sellmysoulforrocknroll:

curvyisthenewblack:

Elly Mayday

Holy shit

Omg

Yeah girl

I would kill to look like this!

feyaphantom:

demiilauren:

miss-ella-page:

sellmysoulforrocknroll:

curvyisthenewblack:

Elly Mayday

Holy shit

Omg

Yeah girl

I would kill to look like this!

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Ballet vs Circus

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lucid-awakeningg:

tyleroakley:

caleighclements:

symphony-of-words:

raising awareness for turtle bullying.

a growing problem.

A very slowly growing problem.

This gets funnier and funnier every time I see it

lucid-awakeningg:

tyleroakley:

caleighclements:

symphony-of-words:

raising awareness for turtle bullying.

a growing problem.

A very slowly growing problem.

This gets funnier and funnier every time I see it

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delilahsdawson:

ladyattercop:

Katie Brumbach was one of fourteen children born to circus performers Philippe and Johanna Brumbach. In her early years, Katie performed with her family. Katie’s father would offer one hundred marks to any man in the audience who could defeat her in wrestling no one ever succeeded in winning the prize. It was during one such performance that Katie met her husband of fifty-two years, Max Heymann.

Brumbach once defeated the famous strongman Eugene Sandow in weightlifting contest in New York. Katie lifted a weight of 300 pounds over her head, which Sandow only managed to lift to his chest. After this victory, she adopted the stage name “Sandwina” as a feminine derivative of Sandow.

Sandwina worked in the United States with Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus for many years, until she was nearly 60. One of her standard performance feats was lifting her husband (who weighed 165 pounds) overhead with one hand. She performed many other feats, such as bending steel bars and resisting the pull of four horses. Sandwina’s record stood for many years until being eclipsed by women’s weightlifter Karyn Marshall in 1987.

Text from her Wikipedia page.

Criminy’s Caravan needs a strongwoman…

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The context (for those who don’t know) is that a lady off screen, asked the blond to grab her bags. The blond says she can’t because of her cast on her arm, the other woman replies that she wants the blond to do it anyway.

The gentlemen pulls her aside and remarks that despite the two have past issues… she can carry her own bags.

Why do I find it funny? Because the two remind me so much of Roy and Riza. Even the smile…

ShowCase: Defiance epidsode: “Bottom of the World”

The context (for those who don’t know) is that a lady off screen, asked the blond to grab her bags. The blond says she can’t because of her cast on her arm, the other woman replies that she wants the blond to do it anyway.

The gentlemen pulls her aside and remarks that despite the two have past issues… she can carry her own bags.

Why do I find it funny? Because the two remind me so much of Roy and Riza. Even the smile…

ShowCase: Defiance epidsode: “Bottom of the World”

2ndratehandjob:

hereinlife13:

These are not mine but I wanted to bring them together!  

http://tohdaryl.tumblr.com/

what is this

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vincerediem:

ursulavernon:

wickedgirlssavingourselves:

Brontësaurus

This is the best thing ever.

I fucking love this website.

vincerediem:

ursulavernon:

wickedgirlssavingourselves:

Brontësaurus

This is the best thing ever.

I fucking love this website.

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shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

a-little-bi-furious:

asherehsa:

samjoonyuh:

Perspective. 

"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

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s-hayashi:

Tee trinken / Drinking Tea  - Lei Xue LINK

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I think it’s brave to try to be happy.
— Vivian, Pushing Daisies (via bl-ossomed)
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liveityourownwayx:

on We Heart It.
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