ginandbird:

hummusrevolutionaryfront:

'Just had my day brightened up. Big Caribbean army bloke in front of me on the DLR knitting. Old lady turns to him and says “I didn't know men could knit”. He turns to her and in his best Caribbean accent says “No ma'am, the only thing men can't do is have babies. And there's nothing women can't do.” '

DLR= Docklands Light Railway, London

love everything about this.
(Reblogged from lunchbox-philosopher)
all-the-weird-things:

exploratorium:

mashable:

itscolossal:

A Multi-Camera 360° Panoramic Timelapse of the Stars by Vincent Brady [VIDEO]

WHOA!

Too mind bending not to reblog!

i feel like this is exactly what Vincent Van Gogh saw and now i am crying 

all-the-weird-things:

exploratorium:

mashable:

itscolossal:

A Multi-Camera 360° Panoramic Timelapse of the Stars by Vincent Brady [VIDEO]

WHOA!

Too mind bending not to reblog!

i feel like this is exactly what Vincent Van Gogh saw and now i am crying 

(Reblogged from drakochan)

browneyedtrickster:

"We were all someone before we were chosen" 

(Reblogged from timelordemort)

Jack Frost + Flying

(Reblogged from snowydragons)
Think about it. When they first met at Madame Malkin’s, Draco tried to impress Harry. He didn’t know who Harry was and, no offence, but Harry was more than shaggy dressed. That means he was undoubtedly not Draco’s class. But Draco didn’t care. When they met again on the train, Draco offered his friendship. Harry refused. And that’s when the teasing began. Look at it this way: if Harry would be a girl, Draco would pull on his pigtails, would poke him in the ribs and would lift his skirt. But Harry is a boy, so Draco copes with his feelings in a different way. He follows Harry around to blackmail him somehow, he always starts a fight and he is mean to Harry’s friends to rise a reaction out of him. If that isn’t love or at least liking, I don’t know what else is.
Tom Felton (via trust-your-doctor)

(Source: padwallahh)

(Reblogged from princesssteve)

viixiie:

imagineyourfavoriterobot:

Imagine staying up late to do your homework and accidentally falling asleep in a really uncomfortable position. Your favorite robot  picks you up, carries you to bed, tucks you in and makes sure you go undisturbed until you wake up on your own.

*loud uncontrollable squeaking*

Crystal and Widget <3

(Reblogged from viixiie)
fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

(Reblogged from viixiie)
Why children need to believe in these guys is one of the most beautiful things that’s happened in our culture. There’s something really lovely and poetic in saying, ‘Kids, there’s something better out there.’ But the beauty is in the belief of it. And when you reach a certain age, you realize that’s really what it’s about. It’s about believing in something grander, or something more heroic. It’s about believing in what could be…And that’s amazing to me.
William Joyce talking about the Guardians (via nosceteipsum000)
(Reblogged from timelordemort)
(Reblogged from pomposidadpomposa)

fuckyeahorchestra:

The Boston Symphony was performing Beethoven’s Ninth. In the piece, there’s a long passage about 20 minutes during which the double basses have nothing to do. Rather than sit around the whole time looking stupid, some bassists decided to sneak offstage and go to the tavern next door for a quick one. After slamming several beers in quick succession (as double bassists are prone to do), one of them looked at his watch. “Hey! We need to get back!”

"No need to panic," said a fellow bassist.

"I thought we might need some extra time, so I tied the last few pages of the conductor’s score together with string. It’ll take him a few minutes to get it untangled."

A few moments later they staggered back to the concert hall and took their places in the orchestra. About this time, a member of the audience noticed the conductor seemed a bit edgy and said as much to her companion.

"Well, of course," said her companion. "Don’t you see?
It’s the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded.”

(Reblogged from suddenlykats)