Having fun on my days off

obliviann: wokkythehobnob: davestridersironicboner: the-supera...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 11:26:44 -0400

wokkythehobnob:

davestridersironicboner:

the-superavengelock-games:

ijustlikepsychoticthings:

myvampiredoesntsparkle:

deduction019:

lesbihonestheya:

i-prefer-cats:

British television strikes again.

Literally had my house in silence

SOBBING

I don’t remember this episode
Please tell me they won

I was crying watching this last night, they were amazing

Everyone in my house was crying omg

This was so fucking sad holy shit

Oh my good lord this is phenomenal

I AM BAWLING.

Photo

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 11:22:57 -0400

619fit-guy: Great Quick Story:A Little Girl Wanted to go to...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 11:15:47 -0400

619fit-guy:

Great Quick Story:
A Little Girl Wanted to go to Disneyland to Meet Snow White. This little girl believed Snow White would help her make her dream come true. Her Dream was to see her Daddy come home from Afghanistan doing his tour in the Marines.
She met Snow White who took her to the Wishing Well and Snow White told her to make her wish and close her eyes and wish real strong…. When she opened up her eyes, her Daddy Magically appeared.

No Better place to make this happen than Disneyland.

I LOVE DISNEY!

therantofzets: psychocereals: youngpineapple: Munchkin...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 00:49:44 -0400

therantofzets:

psychocereals:

youngpineapple:

Munchkin cats^^

they are like cat corgis omfg

I have a mighty need

The Misadventures of Ed Martinez: Laments of a Cosplay Photographer

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 00:48:29 -0400

The Misadventures of Ed Martinez: Laments of a Cosplay Photographer:

distantshutter:

It was first brought to my attention early in the day that a handful of cosplayers post-Anime Matsuri were up in arms in regards to the issue of a photographer’s image gallery of cosplays from the convention, where prints were being sold. The general consensus of the matter from what I could…

When a photographer asks a cosplayer for a picture, or even if the picture is taken at the Contests, you are essentially giving permission for photographers to take pictures of you. That in turn all rights to that photograph belongs to the photographer. So if they decide to sell it, its up too them. Conventions are considered “public” property. and according to the copyright law, models hold no rights to photos the photographer holds all the rights.

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because..."

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 19:03:40 -0500

“

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

”

- -Perks Of Being A Wallflower (via ed-and-the-boys)

When I first watched this scene I went from smiling to crying. T_T this movie has so many feels!

spectralenvy: mrs-freebatchof221bbakerstreet: nuwanda13: irefu...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 18:59:02 -0500

spectralenvy:

mrs-freebatchof221bbakerstreet:

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN AND THAT STORY AND JUST OMG

Robert Downey Jr. is my reminder that I don’t have to be a fuckup forever.

f4naa: can this be like my wedding dress thx This is...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 18:34:50 -0500

f4naa:

can this be like my wedding dress thx

This is beautiful!

Chocolate Bar Book -- MISSION

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:30:01 -0500

Chocolate Bar Book -- MISSION:

Sometimes kids do things that amaze me, this little boy is so chocolate bar.

Parenting done right >P

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 00:07:05 -0500

Parenting done right >P

THE KITTIES ARE EVERYWHERE! Can I have them?!

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 23:57:46 -0500

THE KITTIES ARE EVERYWHERE! Can I have them?!

Doctor/Donna denying it since the beginning of time. XD

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 23:56:09 -0500

Doctor/Donna denying it since the beginning of time. XD

I love Alice

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 23:50:43 -0500

I love Alice

mh10thdoc: Poor Ten…

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:57:11 -0500

mh10thdoc:

Poor Ten…

altmanticore:

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:51:21 -0500

altmanticore:

We must break your body to win your mind. Pain ennobles both...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:43:12 -0500

We must break your body to win your mind. Pain ennobles both the giver and the receiver. Discipline will remain government policy as long as you resist. Resistance is foolish.

justplainsomething: lilylovesbatman: zuzuandnightwing: vpwarre...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:41:49 -0500

justplainsomething:

lilylovesbatman:

zuzuandnightwing:

vpwarrenchapman:

homewreckingwhore:

dasmuskel:

nerdgerhl:

Justice League Unlimited presented two little seen aspects of Batman as those that made him unique amongst the Justice League. First, that he is a man who feels very keenly the pain of children (for obvious reasons), and that he is a man who can’t stand to see a child be completely alone (for the same obvious reasons). Those two details, set in conflict with his obsessive need to be a costumed vigilante, make the subtlest, saddest, and yet one of the most compelling arguments for “why Robin,” in any medium.

(For context, the little girl is Ace, she’s been engineered and raised to be a psychic torture machine. She’s dying because brain overload from evil science. The Justice League understands that they don’t kill her, she’ll leave half a city comatose when she dies. Batman volunteers to go in alone. Instead he sits with her, and she dies calmly, killing no one.)

Oh my god

I remember this episode

Just

Batman’s dog is named Ace.
He named his dog after her.

respect for Batman +100000

I literally cried during this episode and even more so when I learned that’s why he named his dog Ace. The thought of him sitting there till a child died was so scary and so heartbreaking, it tore me up even more when I realized he probably wanted to do this with Jason, not that he wanted to Jason to die, but he probably realized that Jason had been scared out of his mind and unlike Ace, he died alone.

~~crap gave myself tears.~~

I just love you so much it hurts.

This is the Batman I love. This is MY Batman.

alanrickmandaily: “Acting touches nerves you have absolutely no...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:39:44 -0500

alanrickmandaily:

“Acting touches nerves you have absolutely no control over.” - Alan Rickman #alanrickman

kakijbird: that blasted phantom, always one step ahead !

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:37:03 -0500

kakijbird:

that blasted phantom, always one step ahead !

gymleaderfrank: Remember when Yugi dueled Yugi to free Yugi...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:35:13 -0500

gymleaderfrank:

Remember when Yugi dueled Yugi to free Yugi only find out that Yugi defeated Yugi.