anikiamana:

evilsoutherngentleman:

theblogthatneversleeps:

Barack Obama has attained a level of sassiness one can only dream of.

Holy shit it’s real.

Sass master!

shade all day long

anikiamana:

evilsoutherngentleman:

theblogthatneversleeps:

Barack Obama has attained a level of sassiness one can only dream of.

Holy shit it’s real.

Sass master!

shade all day long

http://thecurvature.tumblr.com/post/90079035538/so-obviously-i-want-counselor-healy-to-drown-in-a


thecurvature:

So obviously I want counselor Healy to drown in a bucket of piss. Like, obviously. This shouldn’t need explaining, and if you need it explained, we should probably not speak ever.

But also.

I’m only 6 episodes into season 2.

And maybe this is a thing that’s inappropriate to say …

But ever…

He scares me because he doesn’t realize he hates women, he thinks he likes them…

ouyangdan:

omg the whiney ass babies in the kunis tag about her “stop saying ‘we’re’ pregnant” thing like cry more.

a valid criticism would be to discuss the casual cissexism of the segment.

but no people are just like ‘stfu you need sperm for a baby therefore we is right and also fuck you feminists’.

shut up.

ha Nate was under strict orders never to say “we’re” about anything related to childbirth/pregnancy. I was pregnant, he was going to be a father, that’s it

lumpy-pizza-princess: icarusthesupernaturalpig:


Look at him, he is so happy with himself.

Omg

yaaassss

lumpy-pizza-princess: icarusthesupernaturalpig:

Look at him, he is so happy with himself.

Omg

yaaassss

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hellotailor:

avengers press tour is a nightmare hellscape and i hope these guys have buckled up in preparation for more from this bullshit patrol in 2k15.

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Men, never give fashion advice. Unless maybe you’re Tim Gunn and also aren’t an asshole

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Snow was falling on the Eyrie. […] The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood. She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done. […] She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

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NEED TO GO

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