Some words

If you knock it off the table, it lands on both sides. Just in case you were wondering.


Ask me anything  
Reblogged from danyanimated

ladygolem:

danyanimated:

So I was writing a small paper in Microsoft Word and the program suddenly crashed (I saved a couple minutes before, thank god) and I get this message in the corner of my screen two seconds afterward

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what the fuck

ditched

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Reblogged from mister-maxes

mister-maxes:

Mega Slowbro looks like it finally realized something bit it’s tail.

"Why does my tail hurt so much?"

Tagged: truth

Reblogged from neilcicierega
solongasitswords:

nullbula:

thesylverlining:

what happened in roughly 1870 though
why was there temporary internet
with a few people searching for pokemon?

It’s a search of Google books, but the question still stands, what the Fuck happened in 1870

I CAN ANSWER THIS!!
In the Cornish dialect of English, Pokemon meant ‘clumsy’ (pure coincidence).
In the mid 1800s there was a surge of writing about the Cornish language and dialect in an attempt to preserve them with glossaries and dictionaries being written. I wrote about it HERE.

solongasitswords:

nullbula:

thesylverlining:

what happened in roughly 1870 though

why was there temporary internet

with a few people searching for pokemon?

It’s a search of Google books, but the question still stands, what the Fuck happened in 1870

I CAN ANSWER THIS!!

In the Cornish dialect of English, Pokemon meant ‘clumsy’ (pure coincidence).

In the mid 1800s there was a surge of writing about the Cornish language and dialect in an attempt to preserve them with glossaries and dictionaries being written. I wrote about it HERE.

(Source: neilcicierega, via sinpie)

Tagged: excellent

Reblogged from twerkforyoutube

twerkforyoutube:

are dogs even real

(via lunarubato)

Tagged: dogs

Reblogged from princess-j-english
bluerosebeauty:

zobersnoffer:

senpair:

fiothemeowcat:

stickingupforeridan:

cawcawdavesprite:

thaddeus-the-red:

sassygayvanellope:

dylankuny:

i-ship-almost-anything:

acedogge:

lemmetouchdatcaptorbooty:

homosock-is-magic:

tamamasprivates:

dorkleerzahhak:

rain and heat
omg the humidity

Land of heat and heat
hot

Land of Astronomy and Knives
well this is interestin’..

Genetics and Pizza
Fantastic

Coffee and Light I guess we’ll be taking our coffee, light

Heat and Waves….

Glass and rain

construction and pizza..

coffee and astronomy
so i guess my natives are scientists

the land of waves and waves
are you kidding me

Astronomy & Wind

land of radiation and waves
oooooh :D

frost of waves

Frogs and Coffee C8

pizza and glass :3
Heat and Clockwork. And my name’s David. Uh…

bluerosebeauty:

zobersnoffer:

senpair:

fiothemeowcat:

stickingupforeridan:

cawcawdavesprite:

thaddeus-the-red:

sassygayvanellope:

dylankuny:

i-ship-almost-anything:

acedogge:

lemmetouchdatcaptorbooty:

homosock-is-magic:

tamamasprivates:

dorkleerzahhak:

rain and heat

omg the humidity

Land of heat and heat

hot

Land of Astronomy and Knives

well this is interestin’..

Genetics and Pizza

Fantastic

Coffee and Light I guess we’ll be taking our coffee, light

Heat and Waves….

Glass and rain

construction and pizza..

coffee and astronomy

so i guess my natives are scientists

the land of waves and waves

are you kidding me

Astronomy & Wind

land of radiation and waves

oooooh :D

frost of waves

Frogs and Coffee C8

pizza and glass :3

Heat and Clockwork. And my name’s David. Uh…

(Source: princess-j-english, via homestuck-arts)

Tagged: homestuckwell thenlohac

Reblogged from zeldathon

blackbanshee:

zeldathon:

Cards of Legend ($15 USD)

Against mighty odds
Hero’s hands paired, drawn, and set
The Cards of Legend

These poker-sized playing cards are produced by the US Playing Card Company (USPCC), the same company responsible for the famous Bicycle card decks.

  • 56 Poker sized cards
  • Printed on Bicycle grade paper with embossed finish
  • Unique suits (sword, heart, rupee, tri-force) and face cards
  • Custom card backs (available in red and blue)
  • Custom tuck box
  • Gold foil security seal and cellophane wrapper with tear band

You know. For any other Zelda fan who NEEDS these. Buy ’em here!

(via dtn)

Tagged: I probably wouldn't even use this but I need it

Reblogged from ddemotivators
ddemotivators:

Crossover Games
by Ksheep

ddemotivators:

Crossover Games

by Ksheep

Reblogged from suikerpil

suikerpil:

when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie

image

thaaaaaats majoraaaaaaaa

(via dtn)

Reblogged from livesandliesofwizards
livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

(via ladyknightradiant)

Tagged: YESthis pleases meCharlsa!

Reblogged from galacticd0rk-deactivated2014061