brolininthetardis:

thelilnan:

ohgorman:

whenever someone calls Odin the worst father ever, i think of Denethor

who literally told Faramir that he wished he had died instead of Boromir

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And tried to burn him alive

#christmases must be a hoot

crappy-candle:

The Breakfast Cage

crappy-candle:

The Breakfast Cage

beesmygod:

semicolson:

hitsvilleuk:

The Internet Is Leaking of the day: There are countless t-shirts with the face of human meme Nic Cage on them, but now we have confirmation that the man himself owns one. We also now know he wears it with a cowboy hat, beaded necklaces, frilled chaps, a cane, and sunglasses indoors at a Guns N’ Roses gig. The world is a remarkably strange place.

Nic Cage has transcended his human avatar and we are not worthy of being in his presence

holy shit

beesmygod:

semicolson:

hitsvilleuk:

The Internet Is Leaking of the day: There are countless t-shirts with the face of human meme Nic Cage on them, but now we have confirmation that the man himself owns one. We also now know he wears it with a cowboy hat, beaded necklaces, frilled chaps, a cane, and sunglasses indoors at a Guns N’ Roses gig. The world is a remarkably strange place.

Nic Cage has transcended his human avatar and we are not worthy of being in his presence

holy shit

keepmywhiskeyneat:

TRUE STORY
One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

keepmywhiskeyneat:

TRUE STORY

One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

Thought for the Day:

imperialthoughtoftheday:

Give the heretic an inch, and he will take your life.

mgodp:

vaenarys:

Karl Urban

Haven’t had enough of the Urbanator on my blog recently. 

iambluedog:

noizs-nipples:

adriofthedead:

kumagawa:

in the tumblr tagging system, unsourced artwork is considered especially heinous. on this blogging platform, the users who source these felonies are part of an elite task force called the source your fucking artwork unit. these are their stories.

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cuntology:

i wish AHS was as scary as its opening credits. 

cuntology:

i wish AHS was as scary as its opening credits.