sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

nostopdasspooky:

howtohavegaysubtext:

knightkeladry:

Oldest American Ren Faire hires first female jouster Virginia Hankins. Because she’s awesome.

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What a majestic human being this is.

Wow.

wOW.

WOWe.

Actually an adult version of Princess Merida.

Oh. Oh, dear.

djfubar:

thegirlandherbooks:

All I could want in life.

I uh…I need to um…

NEED NEED NEED

allonsyalpondso:

So at Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh, this happened.

These guys are legit window washers who dressed up as superheroes to give these kids a better day.  

Caleb Whitaker, 6, of Windber raced through a third-floor clinic — and catapulted himself over pint-sized furniture — to ogle Spider-Man, Batman, and Superman as they sprayed and wiped clean the glass panes. Captain America rounded out the comic-book foursome, assembled at no charge, thanks to Allegheny Window Cleaning Inc. of Springdale.

“We heard people yelling: ‘It’s Spider-Man!’ When the other ones appeared, it was just kind of amazing,” said Joe Hartnett, 42, of Castle Shannon. His rapt daughter Leah, 6, who accompanied her younger brother, “didn’t quite believe it” at first.

See, guys?  Superheroes do exist.

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one-to-tennant:

landturtles:

How it should have ended.

NO

ANYTHING BUT THIS

THE NOISE I JUST MADE

hertaillightsfadingeast:

pokem0an:

WHERE DOES THIS GIF EVEN LOOP

this is all kinds of perfect

I’m having a day where I really miss my grandparents. 

My mom’s stepdad (her dad died when she was in high school), was the best.  My grandma still tells me that I was his favorite (even though she had six kids and five of the six had at least two).  He was fantastic.  I have so many great memories of him and from the stories my parents and grandma tell, I missed a lot of even better ones before I was born.

When my grandpa died in 1999, I felt like my world was ripped apart.  It was the first “real” death I had to deal with and for the longest time, I was terrified I would forget him.  (Think Amy when Rory was pulled into the crack in “Cold Blood” in Doctor Who.  That’s what I thought would happen.) 

But I’m realizing now that I can still hear his voice and I still laugh at things he’d said and did.  It hit me this morning when my mom mentioned him how much I miss him.  (There was a notable night when I was little that a bat got in the house and I gave my grandpa my Elefun net to catch it.) 

Then there’s my dad’s mom.  His dad died when I was two, so I don’t really remember him.  My grandma, though, was awesome.  She’s the reason I love Disney.  Every summer, I’d stay with her for a few days to a week and we’d use one day to go shopping, get lunch, and go see the new Disney movie.  Then, when the movie came out, she’d buy it for me.  Ninety percent of my VHS collection is from her.  Christmas always started at her house.  I’d sprint off the bus when I’d get home from school and see her car outside without knowing she was coming.  I was her grandkid and, until my sister was born in 2000, I was her only grandkid. 

She died in 2009 and it’s been weird ever since. I really, really miss her.  I even had a dream about her the other night.  I wish she and my grandpa could have met my boyfriend and seen my graduate.  My grandpa never even saw me hit middle school.  

Ugh.  I just really miss them both.

itsthehumorthatgetsme:

gytrash:

What the hell

#their expression is very characteristic #nine is calm #ten is very charismatic #and eleven is like a child who just burnt his parent’s curtains #completely accidentally  (via crazyandsexy)