Nothing Is True, Everything Is Permitted

sincerelymrbear:

cupcakedrawings:

the-hatred-machine:

katsplanet:

ffffffffffffffffu u uffkc ck

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Excuse me as I cry

passerkirbius: I heartily endorse this comic. (via Maximumble -...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:22:26 -0400

passerkirbius:

I heartily endorse this comic.

(via Maximumble - #480 – Dolled)

theywillliveagaininfreedom: noottersontheflightdeck: the-sonic-...

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:31:49 -0400

theywillliveagaininfreedom:

noottersontheflightdeck:

the-sonic-screw:

rachelmakesitawkward:

bluepoliceboxes:

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

I THINK MY ENTIRE LIFE JUST EXPLODED INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES OF EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.

My childhood. IT ALWAYS LED ME TO THE DOCTOR.

I looked this up a while ago. Apparently the writers were HUGE Doctor Who fans…

…AND THEY BASED TOMMY OFF OF THE DOCTOR.

Think about it…always getting up to strange wonderful adventures, a charismatic & whimsical leading character…

And what did Tommy always have with him?

HIS TRUSTY SCREWDRIVER.

aquilaofarkham: Art by: Dorian

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:23:38 -0400

aquilaofarkham:

Art by: Dorian

gamefreaksnz: Pipboy Cosplay Prop Created by Perlerphile

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:12:37 -0400

gamefreaksnz:

Pipboy Cosplay Prop

Created by Perlerphile

hardinhightown: Ah, prison!Connor. We meet again.

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:12:02 -0400

hardinhightown:

Ah, prison!Connor. We meet again.

spacerocketbunny: SAY HELLO TO MY GUNS: THE LEFT ONE IS...

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:00:05 -0400

spacerocketbunny:

SAY HELLO TO MY GUNS: THE LEFT ONE IS ‘FREEDOM,’ THE RIGHT ONE IS ‘JUSTICE,’ AND THEY DON’T NEED TO BE RELOADED’

In response to Parisa’s post I just couldn’t resist! (◡‿◡✿)

connorkawaii: “he’s a fearsome dog that feeds off trouble and...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:45:08 -0400

connorkawaii:

“he’s a fearsome dog that feeds off trouble and turmoil
i’ve seen him clear the deck of a spanish galleon like i would never;
fighting like a devil, dressed a man”

merlinobsessedchild: and i don’t care if this doesn’t fit on...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:42:18 -0400

merlinobsessedchild:

and i don’t care if this doesn’t fit on my blog. this is beautiful.

She has a beautiful heart…

Oh god. Why are there tears in my eyes?

rp for kymmiimarie

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:20:46 -0400

r-e-m-a-g-i-n-a-r-y:

kymmiimarie:

“Just a few blocks from here, there’s a small shop that I think would suit you.” Luther answered with a smile. “Just follow me, alright? It won’t take long I assure you, and if you need something more than just clothes then we can quickly run by the pharmacy…” He informed her of their soon to be mission and held her hand. “Are you comfortable?” He gave a quick glance over to her, meaning the attire she had to borrow for he moment, and walked her towards the exit of the mansion.

Livana nodded at him and followed him “Of course I am”she replied and gave a small smile—she was just worried if she passed out in front of him or anyone at all that she might mortify him. She breathed in the fresh air and twirled around on the grass, she had been cooped up for quite sometime and getting out is just what she need—she giggled and danced around Luther before stopping and holding his hand “I bet I will like the shop Luthy hehe” she giggled at the nickname she gave him.

“I’m pleased to hear that, and either way, we’ll be getting you some new clothes to wear. I’m actually quite anxious to see more of your style,” Luther admitted, liking the dress she had on earlier since it showed just how adorable she was. He came across the front door, unlocking the several locks then heaved it open for her. “Ladies first,” He said as his eyes lowered and soon he bowed, holding it ajar.

After watching her exit first, Luther then stood tall once more and closed the door behind him, stepping over the several steps that was paved into the ground. He kept close to her, knowing that at some point she would become exhausted once more and simply hoped that it wouldn’t be anytime soon. “Luthy?” The nickname had suddenly registered after a moment of hearing it slip out of her mouth and for some reason he had to repeat it under his breath. His cheeks seemed inflamed, no one had ever given him such a thing and that simple fact made him timid. He cleared his throat, hoping the redness would leave his face and shook his head, a smile devouring his features. “I bet you will,” He whispered after they began walking away from the gates.

atheistme: sconesandtexting: No child is born...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:04:52 -0400

atheistme:

sconesandtexting:

No child is born homophobic.

This child is precious and I hope he never changes.

This youtube video is seriously the best.

You don’t like gay marriage because you don’t want to have to tell your kids about gay people?

Uh.. this kid is taking the news pretty well. He barely even cares! He’s just like “oh thats cool.. dudes can marry. Ping pong anyone?”

Photo

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:04:05 -0400

captainxkirk: Reblog this if you love Castiel. Like this if you...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:03:17 -0400

captainxkirk:

Reblog this if you love Castiel.

Like this if you hate him.

i’m curious to see how this turns out-

hardinhightown: THESE GUNS DON’T NEED TO BE RELOADED

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:00:40 -0400

hardinhightown:

THESE GUNS DON’T NEED TO BE RELOADED

rp for kymmiimarie

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:56:12 -0400

r-e-m-a-g-i-n-a-r-y:

kymmiimarie:

r-e-m-a-g-i-n-a-r-y:

kymmiimarie:

Luther’s eyes lowered as she placed a kiss over his tattoos and soon a small pleasant chuckle escaped his lips. She was such a cutie. It was hard to not stare at her sometimes and admire her beauty and often in her presence now, he would find himself doing so.

He let out a sudden softened and inaudible sigh, his mind drawing him back to his tattoos. He was trying to remember how he made himself get them in the first place. But, they were suppressed memories, something pushed back in the back of his skull, refusing the thoughts to not arise from his memory bank. Perhaps it was for the better, all he knew now that it was better if they were covered for his own obvious reasons…

His head turned towards hers as his ears caught her sweet voice emanating not too far away from him. His initial reaction was to bite his lip, his eyebrows creased as he made a perplexed expression, showing that he had to think of an answer. His hand gripped the side of his towel, assuring it was safely secured around his waist. “I never had anyone, I never really found the time.” He answered honestly, his eyes now locked on the floor. His weight shifted uncomfortably. “Perhaps it is because I usually keep to myself, or that people don’t normally come and talk to me… so friends are hard to find as well I guess…” He shrugged, it didn’t bother him as much, but for some reason it made him think. Perhaps he should talk more.

“In love?” His lips expressed a bitter sweet sadness and spoke out things he couldn’t utter. “I never experienced it, so it would be hard to identify the emotion.” Luther stared at her, an overwhelming sensation was tugging at his stomach. Was this the feeling? ”But I’m sure when I feel it, I will be able to recognize it…” He shook his head, embarrassed and hid his eyes underneath his bangs.

Livana canted her head to one side and let her midnight locks shimmer underneath the dim-lighted room—she pressed her fingers to her lips and simply giggled at Luther “I see” she murmured and found her way over to the door; she gently pushed it open and walked out. The star wandered around the large chateau and didn’t feel lost at all, she felt like she knew every corner, crack, crevice, creak and stone in the beautiful home—she didn’t know why but she loved it, she twirled among the halls of woe and let out a boisterous singing voice of joy.

The star stopped and continued to sing until she came upon the kitchen, it was rather dark and eerie, her body shivered—with a small light bulb idea—Livana held up her hands and blew out small specs of silvery glitter that hovered the room and ignited giving light; they acted as floating fireflies. She looked around and opened the fridge to see what was inside and it was light, she squeals and placed her hand inside the utter coldness rushed chills up her arm and down her spine; she laughed and closed it.

The technology was foreign to her and she didn’t understand it but she grew oh so curious about it all—she didn’t know where to begin.

Perhaps in some way he offended her. It made him wonder as to why she took off like that and with such a small response. Perhaps he was mixed in his own feelings as well, and didn’t quite understand any of his current sentiments. It was all so strange to him still.

Luther stared at the ground, pondering on his next move and simply decided to finish his bath as he had wanted originally. It didn’t take him long, and as usual, he bathed under the scorching hot water. When he was done, he came out with a slight red hue over his skin, his tattoos burning the most, as his eyes went back to its red-brown color. He made his way over to his room with his towel wrapped around his waist once more and within minutes he found a new attire to dress in. After picking out his usual black boots, a red long-sleeved shirt with strings that held the v-cut slightly ajar, and some black pants, he walked out with his hands raised to his head, fixing his hair into a low-hung pony-tail.

“I’m done,” Luther announced in the midst of the long hallways as he followed wherever the light was. “Are you ready?” He asked, making slow footsteps to her location as his hands fondled over the sheaths that remained on his belt, both holding his blades as he had put on an old black jacket to keep them from view.

Her amusement faded when Luther arrived and asked her if she was ready, she had to be quick—dawn would arrive and she would fall asleep like she always did; like sleeping beauty but there was no one to wake her from her spell. Livana walked over to Luther and examined him for awhile, analyzing his attire and style of what he define as clothing—she liked it honestly, it was different and interesting—Luther had long hair which she was still shocked about because they wore their hair like that in the olden days; she couldn’t believe they still did it.

“Where are we going?This town is still unknown to me—I only visit the park and then return to my church” she explained.

“Just a few blocks from here, there’s a small shop that I think would suit you.” Luther answered with a smile. “Just follow me, alright? It won’t take long I assure you, and if you need something more than just clothes then we can quickly run by the pharmacy…” He informed her of their soon to be mission and held her hand. “Are you comfortable?” He gave a quick glance over to her, meaning the attire she had to borrow for he moment, and walked her towards the exit of the mansion.

rp for kymmiimarie

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:59:00 -0400

r-e-m-a-g-i-n-a-r-y:

kymmiimarie:

Luther’s eyes lowered as she placed a kiss over his tattoos and soon a small pleasant chuckle escaped his lips. She was such a cutie. It was hard to not stare at her sometimes and admire her beauty and often in her presence now, he would find himself doing so.

He let out a sudden softened and inaudible sigh, his mind drawing him back to his tattoos. He was trying to remember how he made himself get them in the first place. But, they were suppressed memories, something pushed back in the back of his skull, refusing the thoughts to not arise from his memory bank. Perhaps it was for the better, all he knew now that it was better if they were covered for his own obvious reasons…

His head turned towards hers as his ears caught her sweet voice emanating not too far away from him. His initial reaction was to bite his lip, his eyebrows creased as he made a perplexed expression, showing that he had to think of an answer. His hand gripped the side of his towel, assuring it was safely secured around his waist. “I never had anyone, I never really found the time.” He answered honestly, his eyes now locked on the floor. His weight shifted uncomfortably. “Perhaps it is because I usually keep to myself, or that people don’t normally come and talk to me… so friends are hard to find as well I guess…” He shrugged, it didn’t bother him as much, but for some reason it made him think. Perhaps he should talk more.

“In love?” His lips expressed a bitter sweet sadness and spoke out things he couldn’t utter. “I never experienced it, so it would be hard to identify the emotion.” Luther stared at her, an overwhelming sensation was tugging at his stomach. Was this the feeling? ”But I’m sure when I feel it, I will be able to recognize it…” He shook his head, embarrassed and hid his eyes underneath his bangs.

Livana canted her head to one side and let her midnight locks shimmer underneath the dim-lighted room—she pressed her fingers to her lips and simply giggled at Luther “I see” she murmured and found her way over to the door; she gently pushed it open and walked out. The star wandered around the large chateau and didn’t feel lost at all, she felt like she knew every corner, crack, crevice, creak and stone in the beautiful home—she didn’t know why but she loved it, she twirled among the halls of woe and let out a boisterous singing voice of joy.

The star stopped and continued to sing until she came upon the kitchen, it was rather dark and eerie, her body shivered—with a small light bulb idea—Livana held up her hands and blew out small specs of silvery glitter that hovered the room and ignited giving light; they acted as floating fireflies. She looked around and opened the fridge to see what was inside and it was light, she squeals and placed her hand inside the utter coldness rushed chills up her arm and down her spine; she laughed and closed it.

The technology was foreign to her and she didn’t understand it but she grew oh so curious about it all—she didn’t know where to begin.

Perhaps in some way he offended her. It made him wonder as to why she took off like that and with such a small response. Perhaps he was mixed in his own feelings as well, and didn’t quite understand any of his current sentiments. It was all so strange to him still.

Luther stared at the ground, pondering on his next move and simply decided to finish his bath as he had wanted originally. It didn’t take him long, and as usual, he bathed under the scorching hot water. When he was done, he came out with a slight red hue over his skin, his tattoos burning the most, as his eyes went back to its red-brown color. He made his way over to his room with his towel wrapped around his waist once more and within minutes he found a new attire to dress in. After picking out his usual black boots, a red long-sleeved shirt with strings that held the v-cut slightly ajar, and some black pants, he walked out with his hands raised to his head, fixing his hair into a low-hung pony-tail.

“I’m done,” Luther announced in the midst of the long hallways as he followed wherever the light was. “Are you ready?” He asked, making slow footsteps to her location as his hands fondled over the sheaths that remained on his belt, both holding his blades as he had put on an old black jacket to keep them from view.