Harmonious Clashes

disgustinghuman:

curvedbullets:

musiqchild007:

dangervvank:

"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

FUCKING LOGGING OUT

I love Peppa Pig :’)

crystal-gems:

littlepemo:

In case you were wondering what inspired that training video from tonight’s Steven Universe

I could only think of this video when I saw tonight’s episode.

yourtourhost:

relationship goals

yourtourhost:

relationship goals

WHEN MY FRIEND GETS SLOPPY DRUNK AND I HAVE TO DELIVER HER TO HER BOYFRIEND

disgustinghuman:

wwhatevver-ampora:

moewave:

ohh-tedbundy:

A true warrior.

I can’t believe he defeated Mr.Incredible

I love how he fuckin fuckin STOMPS on Fred Flintstone

birds are best

yamino:

It looks SO UPSET lmao

awesomestlonereva:

still not over it

no:

maybe I’ll finally touch a boy in 2014 :/

You’re URL begs to differ ….

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Yo for real, FUCK SCHOOL ! I mean imma still go, imma still go tho.
soaply:

fvckie:

please do not smoke the frogs

why is it holding a stick this is a forest guardian or at least a frog in a position of power clearly

soaply:

fvckie:

please do not smoke the frogs

why is it holding a stick this is a forest guardian or at least a frog in a position of power clearly

The Avengers: Age of Ultron concept art by Ryan Meinerding

literallysame:

I’m really bored right now

literallysame:

I’m really bored right now

th3-l0on3-wolf:

asylum-art:

Explosive porcelain Martial arts by Martin Klimas

Photographer Martin Klimas has created some superb and explosive photographs of martial arts figures in porcelain. The porcelain figures are dropped from a height of three meters and photographed when they touch the ground, literally exploding, giving the photograph a huge energy.

this is sooo fucking beast

grimelords:

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.

grimelords:

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.