johnlocock:

getoffmysheetmycroft:

berlynn-wohl:

claricedemedici:

dareandwriteitdown:

egredi:

Reblog if your boobs glow in the dark. 

#mine glow blue when orcs are near

mine go ding when there’s stuff

Mine are the real

bitch mine might be

bless this post

(Source: imjust-thatawkward)

impurefools:

connorsrockinbooty:

what if every god in every religion exists

like egyptian, hindu, and greek gods alike are all chillin on some clouds

and since every deity has something to control in the mortal world they get into fights on whos turn it is to do the job since there’s more than one

“Helios it’s my turn to rise the sun”

“Ra for the last fucking time you did it last week”

#disney what are you waiting for

(Source: keepingitupwiththekenways, via amazonianwarriorprincess)

"Women read comics. Anyone at all engaged in social media knows this. Women read comics and are a driving force behind fandom. I think I could call them the driving force behind fandom and put up a convincing argument. Just think about it: what fandoms have driven America crazy in the last decade? Could anyone dissuade me from saying that they were Harry Potter, Twilight and the Hunger Games? “Avatar” may have put butts in theater seats, but you don’t hear about it… ever. No one is immersed in the world of “Avatar” except James Cameron and people who enjoy wearing Na’vi Zentai suits. “The Avengers” was pretty darn huge and, if Tumblr is any indication, a whopping portion of the people driving that fandom online do not possess a Y chromosome. Women engage in fandom to levels that men do not. When women get behind something, their sheer numbers and passion force it into the mainstream. That’s why you can name the actor who plays that werewolf kid in “Twilight” and probably sing at least the chorus to one Justin Bieber song. What do tween boys like? I have no clue. Sports? Probably sports."

— Brett White, Comic Book Resources (via wandrinparakeet)

(via handcoverssbruise)

wilwheaton:

I remember when we filmed this. This joke wasn’t in the script, and it wasn’t rehearsed. I remember Bill Prady or Steve Molaro coming over to me and Jim between takes, and telling Jim to add this bit. I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.