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I'm Elyse. 19. Always worried about something stupid. Come cuddle with me.




Holy shit even if you dislike doctor who this is rad

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pb | marceline

just to show how amazing they are at cosplay, and how no matter who youare, you an pull any gender off, i would like to say this….one of them are a guy and now im gay xD

we’re both guys actually. surprise haha


Sorry but may I draw your attention to the fact PB’s hair is grayed out where Marcy was biting it?


"we’re both guys actually"




Photographer Mattias Klum from National Geographic

Big cats are so beautiful. It makes me terrified to think they could be gone needlessly one day.



i keep reading all these headcanons about human!impala (dark-haired dude with green eyes, vixen in long black dress, etc.) and not one of them sticks because all i can image is a big, muscly black guy in his late 30s dressed head-to-toe in black leather that refuses to be called anything but ‘Baby’ by an alarmed yet aroused dean winchester



you lose indie points if your fave band has a wikipedia page or any google search results


Irmela Mensah Schramm is a 67-year-old woman living in Berlin. Since 1985 she has been going out every morning looking for stickers or racist, homophobic and anti-Semitic graffiti to permanently scratch off and erase. [video]


napping together is my kind of date


a new ask meme: go to my ask and paste the last thing you copied and send it to me without any explanation



Monsters from the South: The Whistler

So The Whistler (El Silbón, in Spanish) is another one of those damned souls that just said “screw it” and enjoy their immortality. And his reason to do so is far more disturbing than just “stuff ‘n’ giggles.”

Before turning into a spirit, the Whistler was just a spoiled boy. He ordered his dad to go hunt a deer for lunch, and when he failed to bring one, the boy murdered him in cold blood and had him cooked for lunch.

Upon discovering the crime, the boy’s grandfather severely punished the spoiled brat. Grandpa whipped the boy, then sprinkled spicy red peppers on his wounds, and had the family’s bloodhound chew on his leg, all while cursing him: “No Lord’s Prayer nor Hail Mary. Cursed you’ll be for ever!” (Ni Padre Nuestro, ni Ave María. Maldito seas, pa’ toda la vida!)

The boy then turned into this grotesque monster. An abominably gaunt and skinny caricature of a man, tall enough to brush the treetops, who carries the bones of not only his father, but of all of his victims. His reason to exist is just to spite his family, doing the thing that made him what he is.

He’s called the Whistler because he likes to whistle, as he sees his afterlife as a perpetual hunting game. The whistle is unique, though. The closer it sounds, the farther the ghost is from you… But, if you can barely hear it, as if it were a thousand of miles away…. The ghost is standing just beside you, whispering right into your ear. There are tales of a loud whistling suddenly turning faint, to the horror of the listener… 

He attacks anyone dumb enough to go out at night, but he has a strong preference for men. He feasts on them, leaving only the bones. Should he detect alcohol, he would viciously attack the belly, sucking the blood and booze before proceeding with his nightly meal. 

After eating, he would go into a nearby house. He would proceed to clean and count his “treasure”, making sure to be as noisy as  possible. If at least one person wakes up, the Whistler will leave them alone… If no one wakes up… Come next night, and he suddenly has  more bones to count. 

He’s a monster who enjoys his work. However, he has a weakness. Well, three weaknesses… The sound of a whip or leather belt. The smell of red peppers. And the presence of a dog.  He instantly freezes when he detects any of the three, giving you enough time to run. But he never forgets a face… So you might want to carry one of those for the rest of your life.

Of all Venezuelan monsters, he’s truly a monster. 

I want a survival game based on this guy… Can you imagine it? Loud, then faint… Then ultra loud and then the whistling disappears in the instant you scream, showing the emanciated man standing in front of you! Think of Slender, but with whistling.


#El Silbón#more like my childhood’s nightmare fuel


do u ever have a thought that’s so fuckin inappropriate that u feel like dumping a bucket of water on urself like. calm down, self. tone it down. think about jesus



this is probably the best quote from anything ever


me after every conversation: shit they'll never wanna talk to me again




tiny little turn ons:

   - people leaning against walls with one shoulder while they talk

   - catching somebody turning away smiling at a joke you made

   - people who linger on a hug for just a second after you let go

   - somebody glancing at your lips while you’re talking

jesus CHRIST

Jesus is not a turn-on he is the way the truth and the light go 2 church and reflect on your nasty ass sins


when a fanfic casually drops a reference or line from the show