Welcome to my silly life

consulting-cannibal:

you guys remember THE MAGICAL GLASSES THAT WERE TOTALLY NERDY BUT COULD SEE HELL HOUNDS!?

ever since the episode i always have brief flashes of WHAT IF THEY BROUGHT THOSE BACK and i always hope it’s around an angel

or this scenario, this works too

Just watched Pokemon The First Movie: The Revenge of Mewtwo

Man it’s been a while since I’ve seen that. Like…YEARS. It came out in 1999! I remember when I first saw it, but I don’t think I’ve seen it since. I forgot how it ended and I got all pissed off haha. Oh well, it was still awesome!

Now back to watching Indigo League on youtube. All the episodes on there, as well as the movies in full! :D

We got a Monster of the Week, and nobody died. 

THANK GOD.

Jodi Mills lives to see another episode! Woo! She is a badass.

gwenlightened:

fit-journey:

fickspired:

thinsoundsgood:

This is a picture of me and my two gorgeous best friends. Clearly, we all have very different body types, and you know what? None of us is healthier, prettier or happier than the others because of it.
That’s me on the left. I’m short, super petite, and have about as much muscle mass as a blob of gelatin. Despite being naturally thin, I have always been far from in shape. Not even a month ago, running two minutes at a time was a struggle—now I can run without stopping for more than a half hour.Felicia, in the center, is probably the most active girl I know. The opposite of me, she’s one of those people that can build muscle just by looking in the direction of a dumbbell. She loves running like I do, and we’ve discussed running a 5k. She’s a big yoga enthusiast and has tried all sorts of different forms that I can’t pronounce, and she’s found free community yoga classes for us to attend together. Also, she has abs of steel, seriously. She’s helping me with my ab workouts. She’s also recently lost over 60 lbs through her active lifestyle and healthy diet.That’s my friend Maddy on the right. She’s curvy and feminine, but she’s a beast in the gym. Strength training is her thing. She could probably bench press two of me. Not only is she incredibly strong, she’s insanely flexible and an avid pole dancer. We’re taking classes together even though she can spin circles around me on that damn pole, and look gorgeous while she does it.My friends inspire me so much, and remind me that diversity is lovely. You don’t have to be skinny to be beautiful and confident, nor do you have to look like girls in Nike ads to be strong and fit. You don’t need to weigh a certain number, fit into a certain size, or have a certain appearance to be confident, healthy, or happy. I think that my friends prove that to me. I’ll never be long and willowy like a supermodel, or well-built like all those fitspo girls. I’ll never look like either of my friends, and they’ll never look like me. And that’s ok, because fitness is about being the best you can be, not comparing yourself to others. Embrace what you have, and help others embrace what they have. Fitness is funner with friends. Get them involved. Take a class, go for a walk, make a healthy dinner together. You’ll always have support and a fun activity to bond over.

this is one of the best things i’ve read on tumblr. Friends come in all different shapes, colors and sizes. May your friendships be everlasting 

I just can’t NOT reblog this. Everyone should read it.

This was absolutely amazing, well worth the time to read, wow. Beautiful.

gwenlightened:

fit-journey:

fickspired:

thinsoundsgood:

This is a picture of me and my two gorgeous best friends. Clearly, we all have very different body types, and you know what? None of us is healthier, prettier or happier than the others because of it.


That’s me on the left. I’m short, super petite, and have about as much muscle mass as a blob of gelatin. Despite being naturally thin, I have always been far from in shape. Not even a month ago, running two minutes at a time was a struggle—now I can run without stopping for more than a half hour.

Felicia, in the center, is probably the most active girl I know. The opposite of me, she’s one of those people that can build muscle just by looking in the direction of a dumbbell. She loves running like I do, and we’ve discussed running a 5k. She’s a big yoga enthusiast and has tried all sorts of different forms that I can’t pronounce, and she’s found free community yoga classes for us to attend together. Also, she has abs of steel, seriously. She’s helping me with my ab workouts. She’s also recently lost over 60 lbs through her active lifestyle and healthy diet.

That’s my friend Maddy on the right. She’s curvy and feminine, but she’s a beast in the gym. Strength training is her thing. She could probably bench press two of me. Not only is she incredibly strong, she’s insanely flexible and an avid pole dancer. We’re taking classes together even though she can spin circles around me on that damn pole, and look gorgeous while she does it.

My friends inspire me so much, and remind me that diversity is lovely. You don’t have to be skinny to be beautiful and confident, nor do you have to look like girls in Nike ads to be strong and fit. You don’t need to weigh a certain number, fit into a certain size, or have a certain appearance to be confident, healthy, or happy. I think that my friends prove that to me.
 
I’ll never be long and willowy like a supermodel, or well-built like all those fitspo girls. I’ll never look like either of my friends, and they’ll never look like me. And that’s ok, because fitness is about being the best you can be, not comparing yourself to others.

Embrace what you have, and help others embrace what they have. Fitness is funner with friends. Get them involved. Take a class, go for a walk, make a healthy dinner together. You’ll always have support and a fun activity to bond over.

this is one of the best things i’ve read on tumblr. Friends come in all different shapes, colors and sizes. May your friendships be everlasting 

I just can’t NOT reblog this. Everyone should read it.

This was absolutely amazing, well worth the time to read, wow. Beautiful.

How bra stores seem to think things work:
Anything smaller than a C cup: must be pre-pubescent. Ugly patterns, and colours. Lots of animals and stripes. Training bras. You're 12, right?
C to D cup: A woman! Pretty lacy things, nice patterns, large variety.
Anything over a D cup: Beige. Lots and lots of beige.

note-a-bear:

haymitchdrinksfirewhiskey:

ediebrit:

oh my fucking god

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT.

SHOTS FIRED.

holy shit that went deep

ofbard:

the box says “four servings” but my heart says one

yokhakidfiasco:

relationships like this are damn near extinct

fjordism:

AARON PAUL JUST POSTED THIS ON TWITTER AND I’M SHITTING

bendytightshirts:

captainchesskelly:

badgerdash-cumberquat:

the—superwholockian:

twistedthicket1:

trypophobic-canine:

perks-of-being-chinese:

heroscafe:

everyonesfavoriteging:

my-weeping-angel:

eatsleepcrap:

syd224:

eatsleepcrap:

wincherlockedintardis:

Even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations. Good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk.

*straightens calculator*
It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This means that there are:
n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries.

*straightens calculator again*
Kick the door in.

Well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. Statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. And this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, so that’s most likley it. 

Some Sherlock Holmes just went down over here.


No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

Sherlock out.

Woah.

It got better.

And this is why the Sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.
The light is green.
The door is already open.

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

Bless this post!!!!

bendytightshirts:

captainchesskelly:

badgerdash-cumberquat:

the—superwholockian:

twistedthicket1:

trypophobic-canine:

perks-of-being-chinese:

heroscafe:

everyonesfavoriteging:

my-weeping-angel:

eatsleepcrap:

syd224:

eatsleepcrap:

wincherlockedintardis:

Even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations. Good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk.

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This means that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries.

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the door in.

Well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. Statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. And this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, so that’s most likley it. 

Some Sherlock Holmes just went down over here.

image

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

image

Sherlock out.

Woah.

It got better.

And this is why the Sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

Bless this post!!!!

findchaos:

ChaosLife: Pocket Proposal

A personal proposal to pants purveyors.*

And thanks to our Patreon patrons, this isn’t even the last ChaosLife of the week! Thanks everyone and stay tuned!

*Of course, we know it’s possible to find women’s jeans with real pockets, but it shouldn’t be as ridiculously hard as it is, should it?

By A. Stiffler [comics | facebook | twitter]

Some women don’t like having front pockets on their jeans because the added material just makes the hip/thigh area look bigger. And as a woman who has ginormo hips/thighs, I don’t need them looking bigger. I actually hate pants that have front pockets. Even flat pockets dont work. Just sayin. They should make lots of pants with and without!

yamihime:

natedontfly:

They should make an animated short where Carl is lying in a hospital bed and an eighteen year old Russell walks in.  The room is silent.  Neither one of them talk.  Only slow music plays in the background.  Russell walks up to Carl’s bed and sits next to him.  Carl looks over to Russell and smiles.  Russell is trying to hold back tears.   He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Soda lid that Carl had pinned on him so many years ago.  He takes the pin and pins it onto Carl’s shirt.  He is almost balling as he says “Thank you Mr. Fredricksen.”  Carl is unable to speak he is so choked up.  All you see is him smile and a tear roll down his cheek.  ”You’re welcome Russell.” He says with a crackle in his voice.  He closes his eyes and the Heart Monitor he is on flat lines.  All you see is Russell crying.  Then there is a flash of light.  Carl stands in front of the light and sees someone coming out of it.  Ellie walks out of the light and goes to Carl.  She holds her secret Adventure Book in her arms.  She writes something in the book.  She then kisses Carl and drops the book.  Ellie takes Carl into the light and they revert back to their child selves and walk hand in hand into the light.  Then it pans to the book which is open to the page Ellie wrote in.  The only words written on the page are “The End.”  And then the screen fades to black.

THAT IS NOT OK

yamihime:

natedontfly:

They should make an animated short where Carl is lying in a hospital bed and an eighteen year old Russell walks in.  The room is silent.  Neither one of them talk.  Only slow music plays in the background.  Russell walks up to Carl’s bed and sits next to him.  Carl looks over to Russell and smiles.  Russell is trying to hold back tears.   He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Soda lid that Carl had pinned on him so many years ago.  He takes the pin and pins it onto Carl’s shirt.  He is almost balling as he says “Thank you Mr. Fredricksen.”  Carl is unable to speak he is so choked up.  All you see is him smile and a tear roll down his cheek.  ”You’re welcome Russell.” He says with a crackle in his voice.  He closes his eyes and the Heart Monitor he is on flat lines.  All you see is Russell crying.  Then there is a flash of light.  Carl stands in front of the light and sees someone coming out of it.  Ellie walks out of the light and goes to Carl.  She holds her secret Adventure Book in her arms.  She writes something in the book.  She then kisses Carl and drops the book.  Ellie takes Carl into the light and they revert back to their child selves and walk hand in hand into the light.  Then it pans to the book which is open to the page Ellie wrote in.  The only words written on the page are “The End.”  And then the screen fades to black.

THAT IS NOT OK

just-like-we-dreamed-it:

licoriceplease:

angelmojo:

do you ever notice how like, we have our own language for fanfic that only readers understand?

for example

“36k wip destiel hs au on ao3”

I can’t believe I understood all those words

oh my god