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"The American version of Sherlock takes way too many liberties with the text. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - listen, if he were alive today, he would not be happy to see the new version with Lucy Liu playing Watson. The BBC gave the text a proper treatment but our version just doesn’t respect the text."

-Antonin Scalia, in an interview with NBC’s Meet the Press on Monday. Ouch. (via jakke)

(via aka14kgold)

  • White people:we invented everything useful
  • White people:oh look math!
  • White people:these triangle sails sure are nice
  • White people:ooh gun powder! Bang bang mother fucker
  • White people:yeah we invented the world!
  • White people:this river water looks clean.... Better go shit in it

ohmygil:

pkpow:

oliviasatelier:

incurablyawesome:

buddhabob:

quinnf4brays:

lucyforpromqueen:

quinnf4brays:

there are animals called dikdiks

pronounced.. dick-dicks?

no pronounced xylophone

Wherein it only takes one person editing the wiki page long enough to get a screenshot to confuse 70 000+ people.

This got me into a crescendo of laughter, where I just started out with a quiet chuckle that grew and grew into ugly, roaring guffaws.

aaaaaaaaahahaha

(via thedarkchocolatedandy)

"Since Kimmy isn’t a Tanner, when she acts up she just—learns a lesson the way any of the rest of us do, by living life and making mistakes. She can’t be given a cheesy “I’ll always love you” speech by Danny, punctuated by some lame joke to cap off the episode. So instead, on those rare Kimmy-centric episodes, it’s DJ who gets the speech that Kimmy would have received—and it’s usually about how Kimmy is lucky to have DJ as a friend because without that Tanner influence rubbing off on her, Kimmy would be dead by now."

-Why Full House’s Kimmy Gibbler Was NOT the Wacky Neighbor. (via love-and-radiation)

(via aka14kgold)

adriofthedead:

billthesetite:

adriofthedead:

bananakittywho:

where can I uninstall my period

you need to install “fertilized egg” first

don’t you know that shit will damage your hardware

fuck that noise

dude i was told that was actually malware

shit takes like nine months to process and even then you gotta take it to a PC doctor to uninstall it

funnily enough I’ve heard that a trojan can stop it from auto-installing

(via hamburgerjack)

hamburgerjack:

lionphantom:

godcolorsintheworld:

I’ve always wondered if God gets excited when we finally find the person He created us to be with. Or if He is watching and is like, “That was them! NO. NO. TURN AROUND! YOU MISSED THEM! THAT WAS THEM!”

“ME-DAMMIT, WHY ARE ALL MY OTPS WALKING BY EACH OTHER WITHOUT NOTICING!”

LOL God, the ultimate shipper

“UGH THEY ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER!”

Jesus: Not this again Dad, come on!

God: MY FEEEEEELS

**

**

God: Hey, hey, did you read my fic yet? I didn’t see any comments!

Lucifer: Uh, kind of busy right now?

God: …this is why I kicked your ass out of heaven. 

the-mage-of-hope:

kimmismiles:

audiomonkey:

chenisthebestkitty:

devoncarrots:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

the-mage-of-hope:

kimmismiles:

audiomonkey:

chenisthebestkitty:

devoncarrots:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

(via kerishma)

aintasuperhero:

paranoidbarnowl:

The Second Renaissance



One of my favorite animated movies of all time. 

It’s a tale of what would happen once Robots had become human enough to have rights, emotions, and jobs. It is honestly one of the most beautifully illustrated visions of how we would react to a robot finally showing emotion, and violent emotion at that. If you have not seen the film yet, I urge you to watch it, it is animated to a quality that Miyazaki could only dream of. The story is both sad and gruesome enough to make you really think about what could actually happen in 30 years time. Leading up to the inevitable, the brutal destruction, and end of mankind. 

Personally, I find this extremely eye opening, and a film you need to see before you die. Nothing will make you think, or scare you more than this. 

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

animatrix appreciation blog

(via hamburgerjack)

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