My brain exploded

saucefactory:


queelez:


lord-of-the-nerds:


discordion:


When he was 2 years old, he fell out of a second story window and fractured his skull
When he was 6 years old, he mistakenly drank boric acid.
When he was 9 years old, he fell over a small cliff and broke his leg.
When he was 11 years old, he contracted measles and was in a coma for nine days.
When he was 14 years old, he broke his arm when he caught it in a carriage door.
When he was 19 years old, he was struck on the head by a falling brick.
When he was 23 years old, he almost died from the effects of tainted wine.
When he was 29 years old, Adolph Sax invented the saxophone.


clearly someone didn’t want that saxophone invented 


#incompetent time-travelling saxophone haters


THIS NEEDS TO BE A 300-PAGE SCI-FI NOVEL BECAUSE I WOULD READ THE HELL OUTTA THAT



I just want to know what happens in the future that makes ‘preventing the saxophone’ the primary goal of time travellers.Imagine a boot trampling on a human face to Yakety Sax forever.

saucefactory:

queelez:

lord-of-the-nerds:

discordion:

When he was 2 years old, he fell out of a second story window and fractured his skull

When he was 6 years old, he mistakenly drank boric acid.

When he was 9 years old, he fell over a small cliff and broke his leg.

When he was 11 years old, he contracted measles and was in a coma for nine days.

When he was 14 years old, he broke his arm when he caught it in a carriage door.

When he was 19 years old, he was struck on the head by a falling brick.

When he was 23 years old, he almost died from the effects of tainted wine.

When he was 29 years old, Adolph Sax invented the saxophone.

clearly someone didn’t want that saxophone invented 

#incompetent time-travelling saxophone haters

THIS NEEDS TO BE A 300-PAGE SCI-FI NOVEL BECAUSE I WOULD READ THE HELL OUTTA THAT

I just want to know what happens in the future that makes ‘preventing the saxophone’ the primary goal of time travellers.

Imagine a boot trampling on a human face to Yakety Sax forever.

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atleastiamme:

ethiopienne:

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Reblogging this so hard

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leda74:

nickacostaisme:

This is a little photoshop side project i’ve been working on. The premise is what if the Tardis mixes up control rooms on the classic Doctor’s. The Tardis has hinted in the past that the old Control Rooms are never deleted just archived. She has also said due to the fact it’s a time machine she has also archived Control Rooms that haven’t been created yet.  

Love these!

Replace the vowels in your URL with “oodle”

rhube:

theredkite:

illustratedjai:

alexicography:

canari-squared:

mocaw:

kidcrimefighter:

quadlutz:

sxizzor:

sxoodlezzoodler

qoodleoodledloodletz

koodledcroodlemoodlefoodleghtoodler…

moodlecoodlew

coodlenoodleroodlesqoodleoodleroodled

oodleloodlexoodlecoodlegroodlephoodle

oodlelloodlestroodletoodledjoodleoddle

(let me just reiterate that last bit: joodleoodle. i… what.)

I was going to scroll past this, possibly while grumbling incomprehensibly to myself, but ThoodleRoodledKoodletoodle just sounded too cute not to post

rhoodleboodle is pretty good.

noodleckjboodlerloodlew which looks like Dutch and Welsh dictionaries crashed together.

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mrcrockers:

mrcrockers:

hue jackman

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i showed this to my sister and she slapped me

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you don’t exist,
everybody knows.
but not every day.
some days, now and then,
you’ll meet with us.

i have seen so much—
perhaps too much.
vanity and obsession and lust and
the bleeding hearts of men.
they’re all around me.

(but i just wanted to say
you look beautiful.
you were fantastic.)

you promised me peace.
you lied to me.

this is how it ends.

leave these things alone,
i beg of you, no more of this.
let go of me.
you made me forever;
i shall never die.

i am the last,
(how can I still be here?)
as you are the last.
(can your conscience
carry the weight of
another dead?)

(all my life,
you knew me
at my best.
so i beg you now—
stop this.)

i will always remember
when you did this to me.
you can kill me,
for i was the one
to bring your destruction.

but know this:
you die with me.
you’ve not been able
to stop me.
you know nothing.
that will be your downfall.

(it’s the end.
but the moment has been
prepared for.
are you frightened?
aren’t we the same?
because…
i don’t want to go.)

"haunt me no longer": a poem created using only the last words of characters from doctor who.  (a few times i added extra articles etc. in and i spliced a bunch of them into one sentence at times and one time i changed ‘ain’t’ to ‘aren’t’, but i otherwise i was very good at only using the words from the quotes.)

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greenseer:

A fun thing to do when people accuse you of “thinking people should just have stuff HANDED TO THEM! ! !” Is to just cold be like yes. I absolutely do believe that. I think every single person should have their needs met unconditionally without ever having to prove that they “deserve” it based on arbitrary criteria of usefulness. You got me. Busted.

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