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darkminho:

checking your phone in the middle of the night

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mariamatsakis:

cartel:

when you think you’re doing well in class and you get your first assignment back

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idk how but this is completely accurate





siderealv:

lord-kitschener:

halcyon-ia:

break the rules

no gods no kings no masters

i am in fucking tears right now laughing at this


kevin-rick-mayray-manny:

mymanic:

Fuck this is the funniest thing ever

I can hardly bear this comic


  • real hacker: So you say you're gonna break into our local nuclear power plant? I really don't think that's possible
  • movie hacker: *types a few keystrokes* I'm in
  • real hacker: But the power plant's computers aren't even connected to the internet
  • movie hacker: I said I'm in. Now I'll cause a meltdown *types a few keystrokes* Done
  • real hacker: What do you mean done? There have to be many redundant safeguards in place to stop a meltdown. In any case, a meltdown would take time.
  • movie hacker: Want me to break into the CIA next?
  • real hacker: I don't even think you should attempt to...
  • movie hacker: *types a few keystrokes* Too late. I'm in

dangergays:

kinjokunie:

dangergays:

repeat after me:

allies are not oppressed
being an ally is not a sexual orientation or gender identity
the A in LGBTQA stands for asexual

then what letter is for ally

THERE IS NO LETTER FOR ALLY




tastefullyoffensive:

[extrafabulouscomics]


candalalala:

elysedc:

The ultimate dad joke compilation

Every time we go past a cemetery my dad pulls the joke “that must be a popular place, people are just dying to get in”. Every time.


charleythehouseplant:

seaaholic:

cj-sewers:

fuckyeahblasphemy:

suckmylorddisick:

I’d like to correct this:

“God, send us someone to cure AIDS, cancer, etc., etc.”

“I did, but you gave them a substandard education because they lived in an area with poor funding due to low property taxes.  

I did, but you let them die because they couldn’t afford healthcare.  

I did, but due to racism you stomped out their potential and didn’t give them the same opportunities.  

I did, but you make a college education too unaffordable while giving the big bankers passes.

I did, but you saw a homeless youth before you saw a kid with potential.  

I did, but you kicked the downtrodden while they were already shoulder deep in sinking sand.”

reblogging for the comment

I did, but you forced her to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term, forcing her to become a single mother with limited income, having to sacrifice her college dreams in order to provide for her unwanted child.

fucking BOOM ^

bless the god damn comments on this post.

I did, but you told her girls don’t like science until she believed it.


shyghost:

the world already caters to you and values you. you can handle one website discussing things without you.


dogshoulders:

nice save

khadds:

coffeeandfaith:

Just because I find you attractive doesnt mean I like you. You appeal to my eyes, not my heart or mind. It’s not that deep.

amen




randaroyce:

top gear tho


Stiles Stilinski is the son of President Stilinski, making him the First Son of the United States. It’s a title he would rather not have, along with the responsibilities - and sometimes danger - that come with it. He’s often finding ways to ditch his security detail in order to try and live as normal a life as he possibly can. However, after one such stunt lands Stiles in the hospital with several injuries from an over-zealous crowd of fans, his father decides enough is enough.

Derek Hale, an ex-Marine who just finished his tour in Afghanistan, was recently hired by the Secret Service. He’s the youngest on the force and the President is hoping he can maybe relate to Stiles better than some of the older Agents that have already tried and failed. Derek is up to the task of trying to keep the wayward First Son safe.

The two immediately clash. Derek is gruff and stern, never letting Stiles out of his site when they’re in public. In private, he barely speaks a word. Stiles takes it upon himself to try his damnedest to get the Agent to run the other way. But Derek is stubborn and not budging, much to Stiles’ dismay. 

Stiles gives up and just starts filling their awkward silences with incessant chatter about nothing in particular: how ridiculous that woman’s hair looks at the banquet; if that foreign dignitary doesn’t stop staring at his ass, he won’t be held responsible for his actions; all the antics he pulled on the other Agents. Derek keeps quiet, but every once in awhile, Stiles will look over and find a ghost of a smile tugging at the man’s lips.

Eventually, Stiles starts talking about his late mother and how much she meant to him, how her death still effects him. He talks about how hard it is to be the First Son, how all he wants is to be free. And Derek listens, all the while realizing there is so much more to this stubborn, heard-headed young adult than he’d originally thought. So Derek starts talking, more than gruff commands about the days itinerary or things Stiles can or can’t be doing. He shares little tidbits about his life in the Marines, about the family he almost lost in a fire that was his fault. They form a friendship that Stiles finds he wishes could become more.

When there’s an attack during a function and Derek takes a bullet intended for the First Son, Stiles knows he’s feelings for the Agent go way beyond those of friendship. And when Stiles berates Derek for getting shot, Derek lifts a shaky, bloody hand to Stiles’ cheek and whispers, “Better me than you,” he thinks the Agent might just feel the same way.



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