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Reblog with your 10 favorite ships atm.

emmadilemma27:

Because who doesn’t like to organize their thoughts?

  1. Delena
  2. Ezria
  3. Jo & Dean
  4. Makorra!
  5. Usagi & Mamoru
  6. Spuffy
  7. Forwood
  8. Sookie & Eric
  9. Peeniss
  10. Steroline

brb crying




thechickk:

I don’t know who this guy is but I can appreciate his effort.

thechickk:

I don’t know who this guy is but I can appreciate his effort.

posted 14 hours ago via thechickk · © thechickk with 1 note


an-all-consuming-love:

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Casual TVD watchers are easily frightened.
  • Me: I'm *so* excited for Vampire Diaries to come back.
  • Acquaintance: Oh you watch Vampire Diaries? Me too, I love it!
  • Me: Really? Delena or Stelena? Forwood or Klaroline? Who's your favorite original? If it's not Klaus or Elijah I might just scream. What are your thoughts on Rebekah? I think she's just misunderstood, but she could really afford to be less of a bitch at times... And then this upcoming season, oh my goodness Elena is going to remember when Damon said that he loved her and that he couldn't be selfish with her! Are you as psyched for that as I am??
  • Acquaintance:
  • Me:
  • Acquaintance:
  • Me:
  • Acquaintance: What?
  • Me: What.


slayingdarkness-withbelief:

adalia3x0h-porcelain:

frostirons:

cloudspanties:

starsdontfallformen:

dismiss-your-fearsx:

endless-suicide:


Things you find most on Tumblr summed up in one gif.

this is amazing 

omfg

#food and a cat and an attractive man - all done in a sepia with a vaguely hipsterish fade at the edges  #this gif is tumblr. we’re basically done here.  #all we need is a ship now. let’s ship the bin with the car. ok done. bin/car otp.  
I had to keep these tags, they slay me

Now someone needs to be offended and we have to have a ship war.

Oh my god, what the fuck? You can’t ship the bin and the car! They aren’t even the same objects! That’s disgusting and unnatural. What the fuck is wrong with you guys?

How can you say something like that??!?!? IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT KIND OF OBJECTS THEY ARE. LOVE IS LOVE. They are clearly happy together; why don’t you just leave them alone? You clearly have no heart.
UGH YOU PEOPLE DISGUST ME.

That man is such a dick. I SHIP THE CAT WITH THE BIN. IT JUST WANTS TO BE HAPPY. WHAT A COCKBLOCK.

Bless this post.

slayingdarkness-withbelief:

adalia3x0h-porcelain:

frostirons:

cloudspanties:

starsdontfallformen:

dismiss-your-fearsx:

endless-suicide:

Things you find most on Tumblr summed up in one gif.

this is amazing 

omfg

#food and a cat and an attractive man - all done in a sepia with a vaguely hipsterish fade at the edges  #this gif is tumblr. we’re basically done here.  #all we need is a ship now. let’s ship the bin with the car. ok done. bin/car otp.  

I had to keep these tags, they slay me

Now someone needs to be offended and we have to have a ship war.

Oh my god, what the fuck? You can’t ship the bin and the car! They aren’t even the same objects! That’s disgusting and unnatural. What the fuck is wrong with you guys?

How can you say something like that??!?!? IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT KIND OF OBJECTS THEY ARE. LOVE IS LOVE. They are clearly happy together; why don’t you just leave them alone? You clearly have no heart.

UGH YOU PEOPLE DISGUST ME.

That man is such a dick. I SHIP THE CAT WITH THE BIN. IT JUST WANTS TO BE HAPPY. WHAT A COCKBLOCK.

Bless this post.


Misha answers some fan questions [x]
Hahahahhahahah Misha I love you!!

posted 2 days ago via mikaels0ns · © itsfuuh with 6,845 notes

  • Gale: Don't cha wish your boyfriend shot squirrels like me
  • Katniss: Gale, stop-
  • Gale: Don't cha wish your boy got all the girls like me
  • Katniss: Just-
  • Gale: DON'T CHA
  • Katniss: Pleas-
  • Gale: DON'T CHA
  • Peeta: Don't cha wish your boyfriend was fun like me
  • Katniss: Oh god not you too-
  • Peeta: Don't cha wish your boyfriend baked buns like me
  • Katniss: Peeta-
  • Peeta: DON'T CHA
  • Katniss: Make it stop-
  • Peeta: DON'T CHA

young-pedro:

hardcore-coralian:

widdlez:

nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:

dontbearuiner:

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.”









wasnt gonna reblog… until i read.

still a better love story than twilight

young-pedro:

hardcore-coralian:

widdlez:

nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:

dontbearuiner:

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.”

wasnt gonna reblog… until i read.

still a better love story than twilight


EXPLAIN YOUR WHOLE TUMBLR IN ONE GIF.

tatiapierce:

becausetahno:

southernraider:

brella:

mizmahlia:

dreamrabbit:

luanna255:

alannispippins:

(Though I still think the last gif I used for this is pretty much the most accurate.)

And yet, despite all my protests, my brain does this to my imagination, and therefore, to my Tumblr.

Every. Single. Day.

~DreamR

Dreamrabbit’s perfect gif is perfect.

Hmm. After perusing my gif folder, I’ve found that this one is most appropriate:

Probably something akin to the following.

better than all of yours

I win.

I’d like to go against that statement.

my whole tumblr in one gif? how could i ever…oh.