BEST COSPLAY EVER
that’s Lindsey Stirling. She’s playing around in the costume she wore in the video for her Zelda medley. The fact that tumblr is not more in love with this woman surprises the fuck out of me
she has the awesome music uwu
(via ditahatesyou)
prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
nicki in the background
oHMYGOD taylor’s like “i feel you bro you call them out on their shit” and nicki’s like “gurl he means you”
does anyone else see the guy way back there. that guy that suddenly appears and points at taylor
| girls at my school: | if my parents ever found my blog i would be dead! |
|---|---|
| their blogs: | nothing but pictures of starbucks frappuccinos and girls lying on beaches and scene boys and brotips |
| our blogs: | gay porn, smut, swearing like sailors, shameless objectifying of celebrities, and questionable mental stability |
what do you mean its 2013
WWII was literally last week
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(Source: dielife, via people-should-all-be-onions)
A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification.
article herei’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.
WHAT!?
Here’s a handy bit of advice. The ‘Fingernail Test’ is actually flawed; it just shows the difference between first and second pane mirrors.
More accurately, to ascertain if the mirror is one or two way, trust the Mirropane people (the guys who make these mirrors).
A fake mirror will always be set into the wall like a window or a door, not hung. If you can slide a fingernail between the mirror and the wall, it’s almost certainly just a mirror. If it’s recessed, do the following:
Cup your hands around your face and peer into the mirror. Some light will seep into the other room and should be enough to illuminate just a little bit—which is enough to tell you that’s not your fucking reflection and you should GTFO.
Secondly, aural clues are your friend. A regular mirror, since it backs against a wall, will produce a dull thud when tapped, whereas an observation glass, sharing the same mechanics as an aquarium, will echo.
(via strixmoonwing)
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