fuckindiva:

Faye Dunaway by Terry O’Neill, 1977

fuckindiva:

Faye Dunaway by Terry O’Neill, 1977

When all the video links lead to the wrong episode

Goddammit Watchseries.

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

rubywhiterabbit:

My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…

Pluto is there.

The artist remembered Pluto.

Guys…

The artist drew Pluto crying.

lindsayface47:

gelfling:

thegreatwhitehorsescomeup:

bestofhands:

tigerbloodadonisdna:

ohno789:

Cards Against Humanity is a party game for horrible people.

Unlike most of the party games you’ve played before, Cards Against Humanity is as despicable and awkward as you and your friends.

The game is simple. Each round, one player asks a question from a Black Card, and everyone else answers with their funniest White Card.



And it is distributed under a Creative Commons license, meaning it is not only free to play, but remixing, and changing the game are more than just encouraged.

The official hard copy has been sold out for a while now, but a PDF of all the cards, and instructions distributed by the creators for making your own deck can be found here.

You’re welcome, and enjoy!

Scott brought this home today. You can answer every subject card with Kanye West. 

I do own this. From the cards, it looks much better than apples to apples could ever be.

I would like this.

I NEED IT

This is perfect.

Jeremy Renner | 2010 Menswear

scaldren:

i can’t

scaldren:

i can’t

mooching-leech:

I don’t think people realize how infuriating it is to spend almost 2 hours reading a slash fic that says it’s Rated M only to end up being Rated G.

I mean, do you know how dangerous it is to lie to fangirls? Especially when it comes to porn?