The reason I hate “aggressive-breed dog” fear-mongering and breed-specific legislation.

The reason I hate “aggressive-breed dog” fear-mongering and breed-specific legislation.

rileycallow:

If there was ever an image that could sum up the nature of Doctor Who, it would probably be this

rileycallow:

If there was ever an image that could sum up the nature of Doctor Who, it would probably be this

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estegrimshaw:

itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

there’s no in between

estegrimshaw:

itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

there’s no in between

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Reblogged from Archerisms
sarahseeandersen:

The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food. T_T

sarahseeandersen:

The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food. T_T

Reblogged from Doodle Time

noire-pandora:

I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.

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fuckmeaghan:


Here are some interesting facts about him, though:
He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
“Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

fuckmeaghan:

Here are some interesting facts about him, though:

  • He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
  • “Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
  • According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
  • Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

benedictusantonius:

This post is more personal than most of you may know.

Reblogged from Wake Me When I'm Sober
omg

omg

Reblogged from SASEEM

cosmo tip #651

iwishihadafather:

expertcosmotips:

bazinga shirts exist so you know who not to date

this isnt even a joke. this is a real fact.

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Service Members of Each Branch:

  • Army: Soldiers
  • Navy: Sailors
  • Marine Corps: Marines
  • Air Force: Airmen
  • Coast Guard: Coast Guardsman
hunters-in-the-sherlocked-tardis:

stopandsmellthedata:

wowcorn:

Two Sides of Tumblr
omg this took forever but i’m so glad to be done. i don’t even know what to say about this ok but click to enlarge

This piece is officially available for print here! Please go ahead a buy one to support a growing (amateur) artist like me!



Hipster and Fandom Karp were twin sisters and mortal enemies. Hipster never stopped talking about how she was born first, and Fandom took revenge by constantly stealing Hipster’s stuff, or interpreting everything she said as something completely unintended. Generally, they ignored each other, a feat made easier by the fact that Hipster slept at night (in fact, she liked to go to bed and wake up early, before anyone else, and enjoy the solitude) and Fandom was mostly nocturnal. They would literally pass each other in the kitchen at 5am, Fandom putting away the dishes from her midnight snack before going to bed and Hipster dressed for the day, armed with her camera, ready to go take a walk in the pre-dawn light. They would nod at each other, maybe say hi, then go their separate ways.
They understood each other better than anyone else. Hipster had a group of  associates with whom she spent time discussing deep things; she usually updated her blog via phone. Fandom rarely left the house, but chatted constantly (by typing) with people across the world. Yet ultimately, it was each other who they leaned on when the Zuckerberg kids across the street laughed at their apparent lack of friends, or when (god forbid) stupid, low-tech people were accidentally involved. Because Fandom could get just as deep as Hipster, and Hipster could just just as intense about things as Fandom, and they were sisters.


i cried

hunters-in-the-sherlocked-tardis:

stopandsmellthedata:

wowcorn:

Two Sides of Tumblr

omg this took forever but i’m so glad to be done. i don’t even know what to say about this ok but click to enlarge

This piece is officially available for print here! Please go ahead a buy one to support a growing (amateur) artist like me!

Hipster and Fandom Karp were twin sisters and mortal enemies. Hipster never stopped talking about how she was born first, and Fandom took revenge by constantly stealing Hipster’s stuff, or interpreting everything she said as something completely unintended. Generally, they ignored each other, a feat made easier by the fact that Hipster slept at night (in fact, she liked to go to bed and wake up early, before anyone else, and enjoy the solitude) and Fandom was mostly nocturnal. They would literally pass each other in the kitchen at 5am, Fandom putting away the dishes from her midnight snack before going to bed and Hipster dressed for the day, armed with her camera, ready to go take a walk in the pre-dawn light. They would nod at each other, maybe say hi, then go their separate ways.

They understood each other better than anyone else. Hipster had a group of  associates with whom she spent time discussing deep things; she usually updated her blog via phone. Fandom rarely left the house, but chatted constantly (by typing) with people across the world. Yet ultimately, it was each other who they leaned on when the Zuckerberg kids across the street laughed at their apparent lack of friends, or when (god forbid) stupid, low-tech people were accidentally involved. Because Fandom could get just as deep as Hipster, and Hipster could just just as intense about things as Fandom, and they were sisters.

i cried

Reblogged from here we are.