It's just me...
WAHEY

mindyourhelm:

captainnnicole:

sailorkillian:

captainnnicole:

sailorkillian:

captainnnicole:

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captainnnicole:

sailorkillian:

hookskraken:

captainnnicole:

whisperofgrace:

sailorkillian:

WAHEY

WAHEY!

WAHEY

WAHEY

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Colton Haynes and Emily Bett Rickards doing the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, feat. John Barrowman x

Thank god for Canadian money…

mjwatson:

aliveandquivering:

PLEASE WATCH THE WHOLE THING

if you keep reblogging celebs dumping water all over themselves, even if you’re not, please watch this. please please please watch this.

Colin O’Donoghue + text posts


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hesmuchmoreimportant:

Textpost Edits: Tenth Doctor edition

zirastiel:

*cha cha’s real smooth away from academic responsibilities*

midstorm:

Kermit the Frog Takes the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (x)

snerkflerks:


sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

lornrocks:

soulslookingforhome:

jennybel75:

aewgliriel:

botanycameos:

beckyybarnes:

Zoe Saldana’s husband Marco Perego steps in for her for the ALS ice bucket challenge

I’m so glad she had her husband do it instead, much safer.
And her baby bump is looking so adorable~~! :D<333

Aw, I didn’t know she’s pregnant! Congrats to them!

Twins in fact

I DIDNT KNOW SHE WAS MARRIED EITHER WHAT THE FUCK

EVERYTHING IS AWESOME

AWWWW

bookshelfonacloud:

xD I’m often like this

bookshelfonacloud:

xD I’m often like this

coelasquid:

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

Sometimes I wonder if the occasional vivid images in my head of myself falling into traffic or tripping and knocking my teeth out or dropping expensive, precious things are points where I failed the mission and had to respawn and start over.

coelasquid:

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

Sometimes I wonder if the occasional vivid images in my head of myself falling into traffic or tripping and knocking my teeth out or dropping expensive, precious things are points where I failed the mission and had to respawn and start over.

ronandhermionesource:

The Apprentice. Nailed it.