ladycatacorn:

alexvausespectacles:

from-gilbo-vith-love:

pandapincushion:

brookwheresmallfishswim:

bubonickitten:

duessa:

gamzees-butt:

thischick25:

casinthetardis:

So, we can all admit to seeing some weird ass ads in our lives. 

But this one. This one might just take the cake for me. 

I bet you can’t guess what this is an add for at first glance

Yep. That’s right. 

TAMPAX. THIS IS AN AD FOR TAMPAX. 

Let me just let that sink in 

::slow clap::

hey whoa it finally happened, there are NO flowers or salads

THIS IS THE GREATEST TAMPON AD I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE

FOUR FOR YOU TAMPAX

YOU GO TAMPAX

but tampax, your packaging…

it needs more sharks

more

sharks

I OFFICIALLY LOVE ADVERTISING THIS IS SO GREAT OMFG„,

OMG IT’S BACK!!!

tampax will prevent a sharknado

tampax will prevent a sharknado

shark week

(Source: bloodgulchalpha, via whovienne1764)

Timestamp: 1375049336

ladycatacorn:

alexvausespectacles:

from-gilbo-vith-love:

pandapincushion:

brookwheresmallfishswim:

bubonickitten:

duessa:

gamzees-butt:

thischick25:

casinthetardis:

So, we can all admit to seeing some weird ass ads in our lives. 

But this one. This one might just take the cake for me. 

I bet you can’t guess what this is an add for at first glance

Yep. That’s right. 

TAMPAX. THIS IS AN AD FOR TAMPAX. 

Let me just let that sink in 

::slow clap::

hey whoa it finally happened, there are NO flowers or salads

THIS IS THE GREATEST TAMPON AD I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE

FOUR FOR YOU TAMPAX

YOU GO TAMPAX

but tampax, your packaging…

it needs more sharks

more

sharks

I OFFICIALLY LOVE ADVERTISING THIS IS SO GREAT OMFG„,

OMG IT’S BACK!!!

tampax will prevent a sharknado

tampax will prevent a sharknado

shark week

(Source: bloodgulchalpha, via whovienne1764)

quads-for-the-gods:

bellecs:

winningthebattleloosingthewar:

On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.

Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.

People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.

Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.

she deserves to be re-blogged. 

(Source: cloudyskiesandcatharsis, via auntiecake)

Timestamp: 1373568985

quads-for-the-gods:

bellecs:

winningthebattleloosingthewar:

On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.

Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.

People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.

Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.

she deserves to be re-blogged. 

(Source: cloudyskiesandcatharsis, via auntiecake)

bubblegothdancer:

Walking on air is a nice concept but Nope. Like Nope so hard. 

Timestamp: 1372820349

bubblegothdancer:

Walking on air is a nice concept but Nope. Like Nope so hard. 

bubblegothdancer:

Beautiful love songs that break your heart. <3

When your mom calls you….

I shouldn’t be laughing so hard

ohcorny:

tortle:

catbuttcat:

heysawbones:

A Proud Moment.

I don’t have a degree in eating blocks of cream cheese, which sucks because I’m sure it would add a lot of value to my CV. (Instead, I have “lying, poorly”. Does that count?). 
I did eat a block of cream cheese once, though. I remember it fondly, because it was one of the proudest moments of my life. This probably says a lot about me, though god only knows what.
I used to be part of a youth group, which is to say, yes, I was part of a church once. I was the “youth leader”, which is the church’s way of saying, “you are the only person in the youth group who doesn’t roll your eyes at us, when we talk to you.” What they did not know is that - aside from not actually being terribly religious - I had made the youth minister my sworn enemy.
He was a weird guy. Very young; not too bright, frankly. Had a goatee, because the law requires all youth ministers to have goatees. It’s true. Look it up. He told us that Mormons owned Pepsi-Cola, and that The Gay Agenda created yaoi to recruit young men, the latter of which “fact” was really, really funny. A lot of the things he did were not so funny. Once, we went to a nursing home, where he decided to jump up and down in the elevator. He knew, of course, that I had an elevator phobia. I asked him to stop. He began sing-screaming, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN as he jumped. A chaperone asked him to stop, couldn’t he see I was afraid? I backed into the corner and crouched there, clinging to the railing. That was the day he became more than just a moron. That was the day I decided I would make his youth-group life a hell.
Most of the time, all I had to do was ask real questions about the Bible, and then ask him questions about his answers, and so on and so forth until he ran out of excuses, or said something deeply embarrassing. One day, he was trying to explain why it was still totally okay for parents to stone their kids to death for disobeying. He was flustered; inarticulate. I pulled a room-temperature block of Philadelphia cream cheese. He watched me unwrap it as he rambled on. I took a bite. I locked eyes. I did not look away. I ate in silence. There was confusion written all over his features. His sentences tumbled apart into further incoherence, and faded away. He was afraid. 
I cherish that moment. 

Why am I laughing so hard??

I had to read this out loud
I can’t breathe

found it

(via abrokenraggedyman-deactivated20)

Timestamp: 1371345327

ohcorny:

tortle:

catbuttcat:

heysawbones:

A Proud Moment.

I don’t have a degree in eating blocks of cream cheese, which sucks because I’m sure it would add a lot of value to my CV. (Instead, I have “lying, poorly”. Does that count?). 
I did eat a block of cream cheese once, though. I remember it fondly, because it was one of the proudest moments of my life. This probably says a lot about me, though god only knows what.
I used to be part of a youth group, which is to say, yes, I was part of a church once. I was the “youth leader”, which is the church’s way of saying, “you are the only person in the youth group who doesn’t roll your eyes at us, when we talk to you.” What they did not know is that - aside from not actually being terribly religious - I had made the youth minister my sworn enemy.
He was a weird guy. Very young; not too bright, frankly. Had a goatee, because the law requires all youth ministers to have goatees. It’s true. Look it up. He told us that Mormons owned Pepsi-Cola, and that The Gay Agenda created yaoi to recruit young men, the latter of which “fact” was really, really funny. A lot of the things he did were not so funny. Once, we went to a nursing home, where he decided to jump up and down in the elevator. He knew, of course, that I had an elevator phobia. I asked him to stop. He began sing-screaming, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN as he jumped. A chaperone asked him to stop, couldn’t he see I was afraid? I backed into the corner and crouched there, clinging to the railing. That was the day he became more than just a moron. That was the day I decided I would make his youth-group life a hell.
Most of the time, all I had to do was ask real questions about the Bible, and then ask him questions about his answers, and so on and so forth until he ran out of excuses, or said something deeply embarrassing. One day, he was trying to explain why it was still totally okay for parents to stone their kids to death for disobeying. He was flustered; inarticulate. I pulled a room-temperature block of Philadelphia cream cheese. He watched me unwrap it as he rambled on. I took a bite. I locked eyes. I did not look away. I ate in silence. There was confusion written all over his features. His sentences tumbled apart into further incoherence, and faded away. He was afraid. 
I cherish that moment. 

Why am I laughing so hard??

I had to read this out loud
I can’t breathe

found it

(via abrokenraggedyman-deactivated20)

In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.

jadeskyewright:

donnanoble-the-sasstronaut:

mrloopysquirrel:

wHy

hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE

OH THE FEELS

(Source: onginalmaz, via startrekkingacrossthewhoniverse)