colingasm:

“More importantly, Colin Morgan is beautiful. You meet him in real life and think, yeah, nice, sweet. But he’s one of those lucky bastards that the camera absolutely loves. All cheekbones and black hair and mmm! He’s a seriously excellent actor too. Every line, he makes a really interesting choice.” - Russell T. Davies

"If a tadpole is a frog before it’s fully developed, then a fetus is a human before it’s fully developed.-me"

my brain lol (via onevictory1000kingdoms)

And neither is the case..? A tadpole is not a frog. It is a tadpole and a potential frog. And a fetus is not a human being. It is a fetus and a potential person.

(via sanityscraps)

a tadpole..isn’t a frog…
i mean..that’s why we call it a TADPOLE….and not a FROG…
Wat even is this argument I don’t..?

(via pixyled)

Did anyone ever argue that a fetus isn’t human or…?

(via stfuconservatives)

umm, a tadpole is like a child. a child grows into an adult human. calling a tadpole a fetus would be like saying that a fetus grows into an adult human OUTSIDE the womb. There is such thing as a frog fetus (well, technically a blastula), you know. It is when the frog IS STILL IN THE EGG. Just like when a human fetus IS STILL IN AN EGG/WOMB. Fetus does not equal tadpole, therefore fetus’ aren’t just humans that haven’t grown up yet. They have the potential to become fully developed humans, but they could also turn into a non-viable lump of cells, end in a miscarriage, etc. 

(via thesilenceofentropy)

onceandfuture:

mellystumbir:

Arthur and his queen to be.

Why am I only just finding these pictures! They’re gorgeous XD

USS Dead In The Eyes Sails Again…

onceandfuture:

mellystumbir:

Arthur and his queen to be.

Why am I only just finding these pictures! They’re gorgeous XD

USS Dead In The Eyes Sails Again…

watchingtheworldcavein:

This is too cool.

watchingtheworldcavein:

This is too cool.

youngseverussnape:

i-would-love-you-always:

obsessedfool:

onthestreetsofdublin:

trukkmunky:

iamthespacecadet:

iamspades:

chicksdigthephoenix:

andyts:

GUYS.

3D PRINTING.

SCAN AN ITEM.

PRINT A DUPLICATE.

NO.

FUCKING SHIT.

IM SERIOUS.

WATCH THAT FUCKING VIDEO.

FUCK.

TECHNOLOGY.

FUCK.


When he grabs the wrench out of the powder I literally screamed “WITCHCRAFT”

MOTHER OF JESUS THIS IS INSANE.

Jurassic Park 2

HEKSJREIWKEDIJW

We are in the future. I repeat, we are in the future.

THEY SHOULD PRINT OUT THE WHOLE HARRY POTTER AND DOCTOR WHO CAST.

wakingthegoldenwood:

She glanced up, momentarily startled when a cup of coffee she hadn’t ordered was set down in front of her. The barista, a young and reasonably attractive male, grinned apologetically and pushed it towards her.
“On the house. You’ve been here for a while, so I thought you might like something to drink. It’s a peppermint mocha.”
She blinked in surprise and set her notebook and pen aside.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly-“
“No, really, don’t worry about it, it’s on me.” He was really adorable when he smiled, in a rather puppy-like way, all dimples. She couldn’t help but smile back at his infectious grin.
“Well if you’re sure,” she faltered and emitted a delicate laugh at the over-enthusiastic nod he gave. “Thank you, then…” She glanced at his nametag. “Taylor.” She was starting to feel rather guilty that she wouldn’t drink it because, well,
“She’s allergic to peppermint, you know. It should have been obvious to you the moment her left hand twitched when you mentioned what it was. She shifted slightly away from it and angled her body away from the cup, also placing her notebook and pen between her and the cup, distancing herself away from it. She absently rubbed at her wrist because preliminary rash to that particular allergy starts there. So, before you decide to do anything else that might land her in the hospital, why don’t you go back to making 5 pounds an hour?”
She stiffened at the familiar voice and glared as the poor barista blanched and grabbed the cup, stuttering apologies and practically dashing away before she could get a word in edgewise. 
“You know I wouldn’t have drank it.” 
The chair across from her screeched as he dropped into it. He didn’t reply.
“What are you even doing here, Sherlock? From what I recall, you told me something along the lines of ‘please don’t interfere with my work ever again’ Seemed pretty final to me.”
“I missed that.”
She frowned. “What?”
“You. Saying my name.”

wakingthegoldenwood:

She glanced up, momentarily startled when a cup of coffee she hadn’t ordered was set down in front of her. The barista, a young and reasonably attractive male, grinned apologetically and pushed it towards her.

“On the house. You’ve been here for a while, so I thought you might like something to drink. It’s a peppermint mocha.”

She blinked in surprise and set her notebook and pen aside.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly-“

“No, really, don’t worry about it, it’s on me.” He was really adorable when he smiled, in a rather puppy-like way, all dimples. She couldn’t help but smile back at his infectious grin.

“Well if you’re sure,” she faltered and emitted a delicate laugh at the over-enthusiastic nod he gave. “Thank you, then…” She glanced at his nametag. “Taylor.” She was starting to feel rather guilty that she wouldn’t drink it because, well,

“She’s allergic to peppermint, you know. It should have been obvious to you the moment her left hand twitched when you mentioned what it was. She shifted slightly away from it and angled her body away from the cup, also placing her notebook and pen between her and the cup, distancing herself away from it. She absently rubbed at her wrist because preliminary rash to that particular allergy starts there. So, before you decide to do anything else that might land her in the hospital, why don’t you go back to making 5 pounds an hour?”

She stiffened at the familiar voice and glared as the poor barista blanched and grabbed the cup, stuttering apologies and practically dashing away before she could get a word in edgewise.

“You know I wouldn’t have drank it.”

The chair across from her screeched as he dropped into it. He didn’t reply.

“What are you even doing here, Sherlock? From what I recall, you told me something along the lines of ‘please don’t interfere with my work ever again’ Seemed pretty final to me.”

“I missed that.”

She frowned. “What?”

“You. Saying my name.”


je-suis-loser:

In Arthur’s careful, curling script:

“Things I loved about you:

your odd collections,
your singularity,
your knees,
your kindness.

For what it’s worth, Merry Christmas, M. 

A”

rereading this was the worst idea ever

My friends brother, who I have never met, is coming to pick me up to bring me to my friends grad party…

TIM, WE WENT TO A ~SPECIAL~ SCHOOL TOGETHER. DO YOU THINK I CAN HANDLE BEING NEAR A POTENTIALLY HOT NEW PERSON WITHOUT FREAKING OUT LIKE A DUMBASS?

Jesus Christ, if I see another thing about motherfucking ilive4drarry on my dash…

OH MY FUCKING GOD NATALIA YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS

SHE IS JUST SO FLAWLESS

I JUST WANT HER TO GO SO FAR

PLEASE DON’T TELL ME THAT SHE IS IN THAT AMBULANCE