danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS F**KING SITE.

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS F**KING SITE.

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(Source: soy-un-vampido, via onemoredaytoanewbeginning)

It’s just good business.

(Source: valkyriens, via avengeoberyn)

sweet-words-of-horror:

attackofthepartycannon:

youcantfakeithardenoughtoplease:

I choked on my water.

la-la is the only one who notices wow

Jfc this is great

sweet-words-of-horror:

attackofthepartycannon:

youcantfakeithardenoughtoplease:

I choked on my water.

la-la is the only one who notices wow

Jfc this is great

(Source: bettenshmetten, via flowertveit)

ethelreds:

LES MIS: WHAT THEY WERE REALLY THINKING 
joly’s expression speaks for itself.

(via kingcailans)

mamalaz:

BBC Sherlock in the original Victorian era

(via marleymckitten)

pricklylegs:

christinahendricks:

what did chris evans see to make him make this face

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your blog

(Source: rouxx, via flowertveit)

The Avengers: Age of Ultron concept art posters

(Source: mishasteaparty, via flowertveit)

we-are-like-young-avocados:

thepondsaregone:

thorinoakenbutt:

castielandpie:

poryqon:

it bothers me that Kansas and Arkansas are not pronounced the same

I’m from the UK and I have been pronouncing Arkansas as Ar-Kansas my whole life

For all my non-american friends, Arkansas is pronounced ark-an-saw

WHAT

WHAT

(via flowertveit)

lightspeedsound:

avante-gardeian:

squigglydigg:

notasamalander:

noxtheox:

Let’s get down to business.

To outbid the huns!
Here I have some figures
and some facts and sums!

It’s the saddest lot you’ve ever bought
but if you bet on this one too
Mister I’ll
make you a buck
or two

Business man!We must be swift as the stock exchangesBusiness man!With all the force of a great tycoon 
Business man!
With all the strength of a thriving market
Mysterious as the Romney’s revenues!

I’m never gonna get this back
Say good bye to my salary 
Boy was I fool in school for cutting STATS
This guy’s got them scared to death
Hope he doesn’t see my assets 
Now I really wish I knew how to add! 

lightspeedsound:

avante-gardeian:

squigglydigg:

notasamalander:

noxtheox:

Let’s get down to business.

To outbid the huns!

Here I have some figures

and some facts and sums!

It’s the saddest lot you’ve ever bought

but if you bet on this one too

Mister I’ll

make you a buck

or two

Business man!
We must be swift as the stock exchanges
Business man!
With all the force of a great tycoon 

Business man!

With all the strength of a thriving market

Mysterious as the Romney’s revenues!

I’m never gonna get this back

Say good bye to my salary 

Boy was I fool in school for cutting STATS

This guy’s got them scared to death

Hope he doesn’t see my assets 

Now I really wish I knew how to add! 

(via onemoredaytoanewbeginning)

thenoodlebooty:

luigigrivera:

i can’t stop laughting

This was an adventure

thenoodlebooty:

luigigrivera:

i can’t stop laughting

This was an adventure

(Source: ragecomics4you, via flowertveit)

Pepe WTF

benzemass:

lavanguilda:

losalbicelestes:

tito-vilanova:

image

Is this how he is going to stop strikers? Medusa effect

the weeknd looks so good here

please tell me he isnt serious 

(via flowertveit)

operafantomet:

"The slick"

This was a pose invented by accident, so to speak. During the first rehearsals in London Michael Crawford’s wig was less oily and slick compared to later wigs. When he removed the fedora during the title song cadenza, his wig acted up and he did an in-character move to smooth it out. 

Gillian Lynne, original choreographer, was watching the rehearsals. She swooned when she saw how sensual the wig smoothing pose looked, and told Michael Crawford to do it again (and again). And so the wig slicking became a part of the choreography, done by every Phantom to come. 

Here’s some legendary photos of it! 

1. Anthony Crivello, Las Vegas. 
2. Jonathan Roxmouth, Johannesburg. 
3. John Owen-Jones, West End. 
4. Dave Willetts, Edinburgh/UK tour. 
5. Michael Craeford, West End* 
6. Brad Little, Singapore/World Tour. 
7. Mark McKerracher, Manchester/UK tour. 
8. John Cudia, US tour. 
9. Scott Davies, West End. 

( * Note also how short his pants and jacket sleeves are. He and designer Maria Bjørnson wanted it this way, so arm and leg movements would be emphasized) 

(via vitalcondition)

glassprism:

Leila Benn Harris and Robyn North, London Christines

(via vitalcondition)

viscountess:

When I first saw the Next to Normal performance on the Tony’s, I thought the plot was that a housewife was sleeping with her next door neighbor’s hot son.

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I didn’t think the actual plot for it could be any darker.

but it was

(via angelofmusicaltheatre)