That shirt is genius!
listen when guys layer shirts like this
that’s actually all it takes once that happens i don’t even need to hear him speak i don’t care what kind of music he likes or how he feels about obama or how many potential stds he has just give me that shirt on a guy and the next scene in our lives will be a wedding i am the definition of easy i just need some layered fabrics
Yet whenever I layer my button-downs with cashmere sweaters, nothing happens. I just look more awesome and feel softer.
OKAY TUMBLR. IT’S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL
Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as “JIF.”
NOT GIF,
JIF.
And here is the link for the opposite.
WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.
When you watch Torchwood there is a warning at the very beginning that some scenes may offend or disturb people, so if you allow your children to sit and watch it with you that’s your responsibility, it’s not ours anymore. We kissed, we held each other, we lay on top of each other in bed… and there were lots of complaints about that. Nobody complained that I was shot in the head four times, there were burning people in ovens, that I was stabbed by a mob of 50 people hundreds of times, and I was hanging dripping my blood in a pit. So that’s what confuses me, because you’re not complaining about gay sex, you’re complaining about two men kissing. And it’s 2011. And people say, “Well why should we have that on television?” Because the BBC have to represent the greater public — and there are gay people out there who pay their television license. For people to complain, that’s your prerogative — but you know what, none of them turned it off! They were just embarrassed because it put them in a position where they had to explain things to their kids or their family which probably should have been explained a long time ago.
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John Barrowman.
Barrowman, everyone. This is why I love him, and why I will always love him. (via thedoctorandthewoman) |
i know it’s hard for guys of today to undo bras
but like
think about teenagers in the 1860s
like
okay we can totally fuck but first you’ve got to go through a row of buttons two petticoats a wire hoop a camisole and a corset
so really its a lot easier
Screw that! Think about someone’s parents coming home early!
“OH SHIT! My parents are home! Quick, get dressed! You’ll need to put on your corset, camisole, wire hoop, two petticoats, and then do up some rows of buttons.”
“The problem is that date rape drugs are odorless, colorless, and tasteless once they’re in your drink. We all know not to leave our drinks unattended, but the reality is it’s impossible to keep an eye on your drink all night. So what’s the solution? With the help of Dr. John MacDonald, a professor of chemistry at Worcester Polytechnic Institute, and with the help of Contract Researching Organizations, DrinkSavvy is developing material that will immediately change color to warn you if a drug is slipped into your drink.”
There’s more information at the startup’s Indiegogo site. An NECN interview sheds a little extra light on the subject, and WPI has recognized the project’s potential with a prestigious award.
So Tumblr. You’re notorious for attacking rape culture; just think how much this could do to fix that problem. At time of posting DrinkSavvy is at $2,500 of its $50,000 goal. Let’s signal boost it.
SIGNAL BOOST SIGNAL BOOST SIGNAL BOOST
This would prevent most rapes at parties and bars, holy shit. Signal boost.
SIGNAL BOOSTING LIKE A GOOD GUY.
Jack Harkness, Irene Adler, Dean Winchester, and Tony Stark walk into a bar
the ending of this joke has been censored by the Universe itself
Adults in Middle School: Hey, kid! Guess what? Learning is FUN!
Me in Middle School: Whoa! Learning is FUN!
*Me attempts to ride the learning wave all the way to Fun Island*
Highschool: Sup?
*The wave proceeds to crash into a dread-orphanage of pain, regret, sorrow, despair, boredom, drudgery, depression, suicidal thoughts, and self-destruction*
Me: Ummmm... is this Fun Island?
Everyone: NO! Now shut the f*** up and do your work you piece of s***. And don't let me EVER hear you ask about fun again!
Me: Okay....
