We are Just
Humans in Training


tardis-blue-boxes:

larry-in-the-tardis:

abhortion:

I think I missed out on the “neat and cute handwriting” gene that every girl seems to have and this is unfair

Intelligent people have messier handwriting because they think fast. When you think and process things faster, you can also write quicker, but it’s going to be sloppy. People with neat writing are usually (no offense) not as smart. I embrace my shit writing.

^Bless this


Good day, gentlemen. This is a pre-recorded briefing made prior to your departure and which, for security reasons of the highest importance, has been known on board during the mission only by your H-A-L 9000 computer. Now that you are in Jupiter space and the entire crew is revived, it can be told to you. Eighteen months ago, the first evidence of intelligent life off the Earth was discovered. It was buried forty feet below the lunar surface, near the crater Tycho. Except for a single, very powerful radio emission aimed at Jupiter, the four million-year-old black monolith has remained completely inert, its origin and purpose still a total mystery.


princess-potterheadxo:

did she get a haircut

princess-potterheadxo:

did she get a haircut


creedence444:

i-owe-you-a-tardis:

samelaart:

Don’t ever re-blog things, but but seriously, just made my day.

Assassin’s Creed wouldn’t work in real world, they say.

I love this guys camera work devinsupertramp ftw 

creedence444:

i-owe-you-a-tardis:

samelaart:

Don’t ever re-blog things, but but seriously, just made my day.

Assassin’s Creed wouldn’t work in real world, they say.

I love this guys camera work devinsupertramp ftw 


squidwurd:

we are the generation of innovators

squidwurd:

we are the generation of innovators


jimpovolo:

kenway:

during spanish class today we were writing sentences and stuff and this guy tried to write “i have eaten the grass” but he mixed up the word for grass (césped) with another word (huésped)

he ended up writing “i have eaten the guests”

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tampabaybby:

there is never a wrong time to reblog this

tampabaybby:

there is never a wrong time to reblog this


ahvahtlom:

ohshutupmrshudson:

hang in there, all of you

ahvahtlom:

ohshutupmrshudson:

hang in there, all of you

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jeffersonshatt:

can we talk about nbc hannibal’s tags for a secondimage

because i just

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cannot

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sassiest official blog of anything i have ever followed everyone go home


lovethroughthedarkdays:

damonwells:

the xbox one looks like they had a really bad divide at board meetings deciding what it should look like, and couldn’t come to an agreement

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starkstower:

all original chip skylark fans assemble

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dem fake hoes can go to skip sparkypants

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chip5ever



Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.


The problems of writing 

  • Having a Beginning
  • Having an Ending
  • But WHERE’S THE MIDDLE?!?
  • HOW DO I GET TO THE ENDING
  • WHAT IS A PLOT
  • WHAT ARE PLOT DETAILS
  • WHAT IS WRITING


lovethroughthedarkdays:

caroline-j-deleted:

curi0sity-killed-kat:

coziestchimera:

spindascafe:

harmonizeorelse:

good. someone made a compilation. Now I don’t have to look unoriginal by reblogging them all individually.

WAYWARD SON IS TOO GOOD

these songs

so deep

I am cry

what if i made voice recordings of some of these

THE LET IT BE ONE THO