does anybody else have that friend that you’re pretty sure is your soulmate but in a friend way
(via flatbear)
I ALWAYS THOUGHT THE HDR EFFECT WAS HARD BUT IT’S ACTUALLY LIKE A 5 STEP THING BESIDES DUPLICATING AND FLATTENING SHIT HOLY FUCK I CAN DO IT. I’M SO EXCITED WOW THAT’S LOVELY and I have to share because no one every taught me this.
- Open your picture.
- Duplicate layer (Ctrl+J)
- Overlay that shit 50%
- Flatten image (Ctrl+E)
- Duplicate that one layer that you have now (Ctrl+J)
- Desaturate (Shift+Ctrl+U)
- Invert (Ctrl+I)
- Gaussian Blur it to 40
- Now overlay that B&W Blurred image
- Duplicate and sharpen if necessary
- AMAZEMENT WOW HOLY SHIT
(via areyoutryingtodeduceme)
”This is shit” I say as I click ‘next chapter’ just to make sure it’s still shit.
I read the whole thing.
(via alighterwithlove)
Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…
Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.
YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING SHITTING ME
WHOA. 80
(via kickingshoes)
Only Lovers Left Alive Official Press Kit (1st Version)
Bring on the Hiddleswinton!
Star Trek “Tik Tok”
I will never be tired of this.
my new goal in life is to make fan videos that are this good
Every. Time.
lest we forget
charlie x more like charlie sex
god DAMN
always
oh my god.
(via greencarnations)
Reblog this if you’re older than Google.
It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.
It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.
how old is google?
google is 13 today
(via coffinofconfections)
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he…
“A prince does not place his weapons at the table”
(via aislingsiobhan)
Reblog if you are a wizard or a witch
1.4 million wizards on Tumblr!
1.4 MILLION WIZARDS ON TUMBLR
ALMOST 2
2 Million!
2.7 Million
Almost 3 Million!!!!
4 MILLION!!!!
LET’S GET THIS TO 5 MILLION!!
Let’s get 5 million!!!
Instant reblog
I REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME IT’S ON MY DASH.
WE NEED 7 MILLION
THE NOTES. OH GOD
just about every person on tumblr.
THIRTEEN MILLION GUYS!!!
14 FUCKING MILLION
This right here is the fandom that rules them all
(via rudywolfe)
What If Derek Hale Was A Pop Star.
“Hey, remember that Derek Hale that used to creepy stalk your room?” Scott says, mouth wide open and eye’s flitting from the door to the TV.
“Yeah? So?” Stiles replies stiffly, his tone making it so god-damn clear he did NOT want to talk about dick-douche-dog Derek. No, sir. Not after the prick had eloquently said in less than three words he and Stiles would never be.
There was some douche on Ellen. Saying how his music is inspired by all the heartbreaks he had to endure. A load of bull shit Stiles thinks. Ellen asks him if theres someone special for him and he laughs, muttering hold on I’ll ring them.
Stiles spares a minute to wistfully dream that he was that celebritys sweetheart before he reminds himself that everyone’s a douche in the music industry.“Apparently he’s a pop star.” Scott says casually. Like it’s casual. Like anything about Derek freaking Hale is casual. LIKE THE FACT HE’S A FUCKING POP STAR IS CASUAL.
Stiles jaw drops open and Scott fixes him with a sympathetic look.
“Holy-” Stiles phone begins vibrating obnoxiously in his back pocket and he fumbles to grab it quick.
He looks at the caller ID and his air seems to disappear.
Derek Hale
“Answer!” Scott screams at him, his voice too loud for their shitty dorm room.
Stiles doesn’t answer. Slowly he turns his phone of and turns to look at Derek. On the fucking TV.
Derek, mini TV, Derek, sighs on screen before putting his phone away. He turns to look directly at the camera, directly at Stiles.
“Hi.” he whispers.
Stiles is minutely aware of Scott turning the volume up and grabbing phone but nothing else, all his attention is focused on the freaking gorgeous creature on the TV.
“It’s been two years, Stiles. Pick up the phone.”
Stiles chokes and the air comes whooshing out of him as he tries desperately to breathe.
“Pick up so I can start again. With ‘Hi’”
TV Derek disappears. The whole screen goes black.
“Sorry!” Scott screams trying in vain to place the wires he’d tripped over back in place.
“No. It’s fine.” Stiles says. He gets up and goes to his room, ignoring Scotts calls.
As he lay on his lumpy bed he considers his fucking life.
Derek Hale rejected him.
Derek Hale disappeared.
Derek Hale became a Popstar.
Derek professed his fucking love to Stiles. On TV. On national fucking TV.
Stiles groans and rubs his hands over his face.
How the hell was this his life?
(via tylerfucklin)
thank you anon
YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU.
That particular line of “sexy” talk is the most horrifying thing I’ve encountered in Teen Wolf fandom. I mean, WTF?!? WHO SAYS THAT?!?
I am as mpreg and a/b/o friendly as they come, but, lord, this is not sexy talk. WHAT DO YOU BREED AT HOME? GUPPIES.
GUPPIES. NOT PUPPIES.
That is all.
I rarely admit this sort of thing on a post like this but: nope, sorry, think it’s hot.
Verity tried to get me to take it out of the Sterek a/b/o fic I wrote, and I refused, and the first comment I got on the fic said how hot that line was.
*drops mic*
breeding’s a legit kink, dudes
peace out
stop kink shaming poor Derek who just wants pups to call his own
”I mean, WTF?!? WHO SAYS THAT?!?”
things that don’t exist. werewolves. end of, my brotha.
oh thank. someone said something about the kink shaming. image set is great. kink shaming is not. :c
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
(via fursasaida)
