JAMMF in “Imaginary Forces - Outlander Main Title Director’s Cut” (x)
I can’t believe I haven’t posted these yet #magnets #magneticpoetry #turndownforwhat
…you’re lucky I’m a stubborn asshole because these took way longer to make than I’d like to admit.
holy fucking shit
I scrolled past this before realizing what this is and I just… woah
“I’ve always enjoyed stories about the Devil. It sounds really… I’m not a Satanist! But there’s a reason Paradise Lost was more successful than Paradise Regained. The Devil’s a much more charismatic figure than Jesus." - Daniel Radcliffe, Total Film Magazine
A guy named Andrew had a Starbucks Gold card (which gets you a free drink of your choice after you buy 12) and a single goal: to beat the previous world record for the most expensive Starbucks drink ever.
As anyone who has accomplished anything in life will tell you, thorough prep is key to achieving your goals. With 128-ounce glass in hand, Andrew stepped into Starbucks and enlisted the help of his friendly local Starbucks baristas.
Thus, the legend of the Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino was born. Total cost: $54.75. But for Gold-card holding Andrew, it was free.
And guess what? They’re changing the whole damn policy now. Instead of one free drink of choice, you’ll have a $4 off coupon. So, good job, asshole. You ruined it for everyone.
Isn’t this that daft punk song
work it regular make it softer do it harder makes us porridge
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
God, I just wanna tell you! How I feel.
How you make me feel.
To help humanize the overwhelming statistics, Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer and senior staff photographer at Getty Images, John Moore, visited an Ebola treatment center of the organization, Doctors Without Borders in Paynesville, Liberia. At the treatment center, survivors spoke about the brothers, sisters, husbands and wives they lost due to the disease. They also spoke of recovery, stigmas they continue to face in their villages and renewed hope.
I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era.