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Hey! My name is Priscilla :) I'm in highschool. This is my first EVER blog! It will mainly be reblogs and random thoughts that pop into my head :P SO GET READY FOR RANDOMNESS!! This is my multi fandom blog where I can fangirl and also my personal blog. But mostly my fangirl safe haven from reality. I am a:
Pegasister/Brony,Whovian,Sherlockian, Fannibal,Supernatural,ANYTHING Disney,AdventureTime,ANYTHING Dreamworks,Hunger Games, TMNT, Les miserables, Don't hug me I'm scared fangirl, I love making new friends!

knifeluvrcloveruby:

idontwannahurtno-more:

If you don’t reblog this, I’m judging you.

knifeluvrcloveruby:

idontwannahurtno-more:

If you don’t reblog this, I’m judging you.

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thequeenandthephoenix:

cum-fraiche:

troyesivan:

STILL TRUE

i appreciate that he used a black, lesbian couple and their beautiful black baby to illustrate this point because i am damn tired of neil patrick harris being the face of queer struggle

^^ exactly. It’s important.

tehdes:

friendlyaxolotl:

comic about how I’ve been feeling recently

Oh look, it’s how I’ve felt for my entire life.

welcome-to-the-crying-parade:

because the dRUgS NevER WoRK

[KICKS CHAIR]

thEy’RE GOnNA GivE YOu A SmiRk

[SMASHES TABLE]

CAUSE THEYVE GOT METHODS OF KEEPING YOU CLEAN

[PUNCHES DOOR]

THEY’RE GONNA RIP OFF YOUR HEAD YOURE INSPIRATIONS WILL SHRED

[HEADBUTTS A WINDOW]

ANOTHER COG IN THE MURDER MACHINE 

[BOMBS OWN HOUSE]

kneelbeforemistressphil:

kaalashnikov:

your-continuum:

kaalashnikov:

do you ever sit there and wonder what life must be like for people without anxiety

like they just

DO THINGS

without worrying about them first

wow

Anxiety is an excuse

I hope you walk barefoot on a world of legos for the rest of your life

The first time Tony Stark had an anxiety attack he thought he had been poisoned.

think about that

captainnaustralia:

captainnaustralia:

fun fact: once in biology my teacher told us that “if you’re ever crying wipe the tears all over your face and they’ll help clear up your skin” then he explained that because tears are designed to clear dust and dirt from your eyes and will do the same for your skin and clear up acne and i remember thinking “excellent, fandom will make me beautiful”

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this isn’t how i want to be remembered 

rolandbaldwin:

braydaaan:

I gained so much more respect for Lady Gaga after seeing this. :’) 

I’ve always respected Lady Gaga but then I get her message.  I know what she is saying and I get where she really takes her influence from and it is not Madonna!  This is no surprise.  Stefani has a great heart.

rolandbaldwin:

braydaaan:

I gained so much more respect for Lady Gaga after seeing this. :’) 

I’ve always respected Lady Gaga but then I get her message.  I know what she is saying and I get where she really takes her influence from and it is not Madonna!  This is no surprise.  Stefani has a great heart.

eyefuckingstiel:

morifartlock:

deanismypatronass:

thosebowleggedhunters:

deanismypatronass:

deanismypatronass:

look what I found while browsing in the library

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do you know what this is?

PUBLISHED FANFICTION

wait a sec

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tHE FUCK?

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ABORT

ABORT

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do you guys understand how much published fan fic this fandom has ?

and they all spell Cas, Cass.

WAIT IT GETS BETTER

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THIS MIGHT BE THE BIGGEST SUBJECT OF DISCORD IN THE FANDOM

STOP POPPING S-ES OUT OF YOUR ASSES

WHY HASN’T ‘TWIST AND SHOUT’ BEEN PUBLISHED YET?!?!?

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.