I just want everyone to be happy.

I multiship. A lot. I will read basically anything.

But.

Julian/Austin is something I just cannot do.

As a Jogan shipper and a Julian stan, it just makes my heart hurt too much okay?

*sobs*

simpledisneythings:

Pocahontas makes a new friend.

(via contrabandimagination)

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

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.”

^^^better story than twilight

(Source: setyourphaserstostun, via justwokeupinwonderland)

derpygrooves:

England, as portrayed by Japanese textbooks.

(via infraredphaeton)

beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

mymnemosyne:

huffley6:

shannananan:

taylorisawizard:

Harvard Baseball Team, “Call me Maybe”

Saw this on FB this morning and nearly died laughing. I think it’s a mixture of a) the guy sleeping, b) Their deadpan faces, c) That I was not expecting those last 3 guys at all and d) That they know all the words and took the time to choreograph this and that it’s actually really good.

reblogging because I support these kinds of shenanigans. 

I would call them. Maybe.

omg but they’re so serious and then in the end they just go back to ‘real life’

(via thesearemyrandomthoughts)

(Source: ohkamimineko)

mad-angel-with-a-box:

frequency-radio:

supersonicbionic:

 The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

-Frederic Brown

 

Oh hello, I’m the Doctor! Why did you lock yourself in a room? Bit boring, isn’t it?

And the shortest horror story ever just became a comedy.

#How fandoms ruin hipster posts

(Source: lmaogtfo, via justwokeupinwonderland)

Blink
and the world changes. 
Blink
and your walls come crashing down.
Blink
and your strength is gone.