Just here for my daily, childish amusement.

1st May 2013

Photoset reblogged from "Probably something stupid... with 69,799 notes

liberteabel:

pixieneverland:

by 洋一

WHO SAID THIS WAS OKAY

NOT OKAY AT ALL

Source: pixieneverland

1st May 2013

Video reblogged from M in the Tardis with 141,320 notes

theycallmemarlon:

melancoliatapatia:

tootie-handclaps:

zamii070:

How does this only have 40 notes

What the flying fuck.

“what is this guy doing, is he retarded or something?”

“He’s clearly just spraying a bunch of nonsense.”

“Wait, what? WHAT DID HE JUST DO???”

I still can’t express how much I adore these. I’d love to try it someday.

Source: zamii070

30th April 2013

Audio post reblogged from M in the Tardis with 140,624 notes - Played 522,731 times

suckybl0g:

hahawhore:

I wait all year to reblog this

tomorrow 

Source: 90s90s90s

30th April 2013

Photoset reblogged from Between The Lines with 282,718 notes

deantrippe:

last day to reblog

Source: timberlakelove

30th April 2013

Post reblogged from M in the Tardis with 62,719 notes

thedailybreakthrough:

vardaesque:

420stuck:

when you shake laminated paper and it does the thing

fwuuubufbuwbfwubfufbwufbuwbuuuBUWBUBHUFUFBUWBUFBUB

I’ve never read a more accurate sound in my life.

Yet another theory of how Dubstep was invented.

Source: gayboygenius

30th April 2013

Post reblogged from M in the Tardis with 57,693 notes

loonylunalovegood97:

ussnormandy:

luciferwearswestwood:

i just realized

there are 12 grades of school. Come graduation day i can say it, I can actually freaking say it:

I DID MY WAITING,

12 YEARS OF IT.

IN HIGH SCHOOL.

I am genuinely disappointed I didn’t do this

You are stuck in an ugly building that you’re in against your will for years, and there are creatures in there that suck out our happiness and make you fall into depression or insanity.

Did I just describe Azkaban or high school?

Source: itsinthewi-fi

30th April 2013

Post reblogged from M in the Tardis with 63,960 notes

Apparently some new fans of Doctor Who are calling themselves “Dweeks”, not “Whovians”. I think we need to remedy this. Reblog if you call yourself a WHOVIAN.

sorceressmaxia:

whovianrules:

nerdygeekchick:

sonic-setting-24601:

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What the fuckery is this? 

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Umm… Don’t do this to us.

Whovian forever

Source: sonicsetting24601

28th April 2013

Video reblogged from Fuck Yeah Hooping with 5 notes

fyeahhooping:

Please check out my audition video for the Electric Forest 2013 Hoop Troupe! If you like it, please share it and spread the love, and wish me luck everyone! ♥

 

http://www.facebook.com/HoopMaiden

AMAZING!

28th April 2013

Photo reblogged from Doctor Who Official on Tumblr with 21,581 notes

doctorwho:

Matt.

doctorwho:

Matt.

Source: coldaroundme

28th April 2013

Photo reblogged from M in the Tardis with 12,149 notes

anrisalikespie:

DIES

anrisalikespie:

DIES

Source: crazybluebox

28th April 2013

Photoset reblogged from M in the Tardis with 24,473 notes

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Reasons why you should like Matt Smith

My first powerpoint don’t be too harsh

Source: prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient

24th April 2013

Photo reblogged from M in the Tardis with 35,807 notes

emilybing:

dansinotnofire:

exxos-von-steamboldt:

I must get the thing. - Imgur

AHAHAHAHAHAHA I WONDER HOW MNAY PEOPLE WILL UNDERSTAND THE MOON MOON THING

omg Moon Moon is back.
Moon Moon you’re such a dumb shit.

emilybing:

dansinotnofire:

exxos-von-steamboldt:

I must get the thing. - Imgur

AHAHAHAHAHAHA I WONDER HOW MNAY PEOPLE WILL UNDERSTAND THE MOON MOON THING

omg Moon Moon is back.

Moon Moon you’re such a dumb shit.

Source: exxos-von-steamboldt

24th April 2013

Photoset reblogged from Teach me the ways of the secular flesh. with 273,421 notes

attack-of-the-multifandom:

liddo-cait:

i reblogged this before but we actually started playing this game and it has resulted in spilled drinks, flying cigarettes, and friends getting hit in the gut with 5lb crystal balls

it is fantastic

this game caused my friend to have to attempt to tie her shoes about four times, failing each time.

This would go over wonderfully(or horribly?) at work

Source: lickettysplitt

18th April 2013

Post reblogged from Noraborealis with 24,681 notes

sammyvengenz:

sherlock-and-spn-are-cool:

WHY DOES NO ONE DISCUSS CHRIS HARDWICK ON HERE HE IS LITERALLY THE HUMAN EMBODIMENT OF TUMBLR

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Oh my Goddddd I love Chris Hardwick!!

Source: sherlock-and-spn-are-cool

8th April 2013

Photo reblogged from Teach me the ways of the secular flesh. with 77,430 notes

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

Source: mythchief