littlelou08:

iampunkassbetch:

nottryingtojustifymyself:

soloontherocks:

neoliberalismkills:

angeloatemychickenwings:

product-of-a—horror-film:

okay I always see the popular pictures and gifs of him being a badass but seeing him in his natural habitat is awesome as heck

HE LOOKS SO CUTE IN GLASSES

skeleton guy wears glasses

iampunkassbetch 

arb Rick Genest

nomadofthenorth

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siouxzie-queue:

mi-shellvp:

estasfuera:

“A little bit of Monica in my life,
A little bit of Erica by my side,
A little bit of Rita is all I need,
A little bit of Tina is what I see,
A little bit of Sandra in the sun,
A little bit of Mary all night long,
A little bit of Jessica, here I am…”

If you don’t know this reference, you’re definitely too young for me. 

You know you sang it in your head.

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sweetfucktory:

therealbarbielifts:

therealbarbielifts:

Unfortunate fortune cookies.

I laughed for like 30 minutes about this. It deserves more notes.

Please use gloves

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asmymlivural:

If anyone ever asks me to define love, I’m just going to show them this

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hestmord:

burntloaferings:

morbi:

zephyres:

がしゃどくろ

The Gashadokuro are such a cool folklore concept.

My favorite thing is this idea that they somehow are able to silently stalk people despite being almost 100-foot tall skeletons, because no one looks up.

Gashadokuro aka the starving skeletons are the reanimated and combined bones of the victims of starvation. Up to a hundred feet tall, they are heralded by the sound of bells ringing in the ears of their victims. They reach down from above to capture people and bit their heads off. The Gashadokuro haunt the darkness after midnight.

Japanese folklore has a ton of giant skeletons but the Gashadokuro is the coolest + creepiest

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sleepwellsammy:

destielcr7:

tinaj2:

OMG

Can someone please show this to Jensen orrrrrrr better Misha

I lost count of how often this has happened to jensen now, but seriously this on is the best I’m crying.

sleepwellsammy:

destielcr7:

tinaj2:

OMG

Can someone please show this to Jensen orrrrrrr better Misha

I lost count of how often this has happened to jensen now, but seriously this on is the best I’m crying.

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haliameguid:

As requested, an a capella cover of Tha Mo Ghaol Air Áird A’ Chuain, a Scots-Gaelic ballad sung by Julie Fowlis and best known as the track from the Brave trailer. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Tha Mo Ghaoul Air Áird A’ Chuain

GAELIC:

Feasgar ciùin an tùs a’ Chèitein
Nuair bha ‘n ialtag anns na speuran
Chualaim rìbhinn òg ‘s i deurach
‘Seinn fo sgàil nan geugan uain’
Bha a’ ghrian ‘sa chuan gu sìoladh
‘S reult cha d’ èirich anns an iarmailt
Nuair a sheinn an òigh gu cianail
“Tha mo ghaol air àird a’ chuain.”

Thòisich dealt na h-oidhch’ ri tùirling
‘S lùb am braon gu caoin na flùrain
Shèid a’ ghaoth ‘na h-oiteig chùbhraidh
Beatha ‘s ùrachd do gach cluan
Ghleus an nighneag fonn a h-òrain
Sèimh is ciùin mar dhriùchd an Òg-mhìos
‘S bha an t-sèisd seo ‘g èirigh ‘n còmhnaidh
“Tha mo ghaol air àird a’ chuain.”

Chiar an latha is dheàrrs’ na reultan
Sheòl an rè measg neul nan speuran
Shuidh an òigh, bha ‘bròn ‘ga lèireadh
‘S cha robh dèigh air tàmh no suain
Theann mi faisg air reult nan òg-bhean
Sheinn mu ‘gaol air chuan ‘bha seòladh
O bu bhinn a caoidhrean brònach
“Tha mo ghaol air àird a’ chuain.”

Rinn an ceòl le deòin mo thàladh
Dlùth do rìbinn donn nam blàth-shul
‘S i ag ùrnaigh ris an Àrd-Rìgh
“Dìon mo ghràdh ‘th’ air àird a’ chuain”
Bha a cridh’ le gaol gu sgàineadh
Nuair a ghlac mi fhèin air làimh i
“Siab do dheòir, do ghaol tha sàbhailt
Thill mi slàn bhàrr àird a’ chuain.”

ENGLISH:

On a quiet evening at the beginning of May
When the bat was in the skies
I heard a tearful young maiden
Singing beneath the shadow of the green branches
The sun was setting in the sea
And no stars yet graced the sky
When the young girl sang sorrowfully
"My love is on the high seas"

The night’s dew began to fall
Each bloom yielding softly to the droplets
The wind blew in a fragrant breeze
Bringing life and renewal to each field
The girl tunefully sang her song
Quiet and peaceful like the June dew
And this chorus constantly repeated
"My love is on the high seas"

Day darkened and the stars shone
Setting their course amongst the clouds
The maiden sat, burdened by her sadness
Her singing could not have been more soothing
I moved closer to the young woman
Singing of her love sailing on the sea
Oh sweet was her sad lament
"My love is on the high seas"

The music enticed me
Nearer to the brown-haired maiden of the warm eyes
And she prayed to the King of Heaven
"Protect my love on the high seas"
Her heart was breaking with love
When I took her by the hand
"Wipe your eyes, your love is safe
I have returned to you from the high seas.”

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