Mr. Nightist



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Reblogged from spoopypoops
xsista:


I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

The most accurate representation of math I’ve seen yet.

xsista:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

The most accurate representation of math I’ve seen yet.

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Reblogged from 2girl1cup-deactivated20140602

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Reblogged from moriarsety

You know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove of up your fucking asshole. How’s that for a threat, wolf boy?


Demon eyes.

You know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove of up your fucking asshole. How’s that for a threat, wolf boy?

Demon eyes.

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Reblogged from faineemae

anuvia:

thatonenarga:

Aang deals with cultural appropriation - (x)

People need to stop reblogging this without the rest of the comic :^)

Part 1: Aang has a negative reaction to people who mistakenly hurt his feelings but had good intentions.

Part 2: Aang calms down and acknowledges that those people’s intentions were good and instead of being upset offers to educate and inform those people and SHARES his culture.

Good message there.

(Source: faineemae, via the-seductive-cheesecake)

Reblogged from oilauren
constantbullshitting:

oilauren:

"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."
Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”

now THAT’S what i call a party

constantbullshitting:

oilauren:

"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."

Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”

now THAT’S what i call a party

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Reblogged from artvevo

lost-in-ikea:

glam00ur:

all 46 excuses on my friends wall, 

1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow

2. we can’t all be usain bolt

3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”

4. i had pe first period do you blame me

5. i really, really didn’t want to sing

6. my brother thought it would be hilarious to drop me outside the prison gates

7. you can’t tell me how to live my life

8. #YOLO

9. my legs fell off and i had to roll all the way to the emergency clinic

10. there was a freak yachting accident

11. i am a fucking retard

12. this is just for my wall

13. do you even read these

14. “it does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop

15. i spent my entire night writing tom daley fanfiction

16. my father left my mother for an air hostess seven years ago do you expect me to get over that emotional trauma overnight

17. sarah palin and i got into a twitter war and i couldn’t leave and let her win

18. traffic jammy jammy jam

19. how can i go to school when alex turner

20. my sim was having an emotional meltdown and i needed to be there for her

21. i was sticking it to the man

22. i spent my entire night worrying if i would ever lose my virginity 

23. fifty shades of late; i was walking and then i caught the eye of an attractive member of the opposite sex and we began exchanging significant looks and i knew we would one day make sweet love so i just walked alongside him and tried to catch his eye and to be continued

24. part two he was playing hard to get so we walked and walked and he had the perfect hair colour it was sort of beige brown anyway it turned out he was walking to a bus stop so obviously i had to catch the bus because true love and silently we rode out to papakura and into the sunset

25. my meth lab caught fire

26. my bed is more comfortable than your school will ever be

27. i was sad

28. it was a nice day, so i walked leisurely

29. i had beat my younger brother for saying “swag”

30. i had to travel back to the 1950’s to ensure my birth

31. 2 kool 4 scool

32. i had to stop, collaborate and listen

33. i tried

34. i’m sorry i’m late

      it’s not my fault

      my auntie was killed

      and i joined a cult

35. a haiku about lateness:

late late late late late

late late late late late late late

 late late late late late

36. my best friend was telling me how to give a satisfactory blow job i wish i was joking

37. i was fashionably late

38. i was caught in a flash mob true story omfg

39. i did not choose the late life, the late life chose me

40. do

41. you

42. even

43. read

44. these

45. i was fighting al qaeda

46. traffic

YESSSS IT’S ON MY DASHBOARD AGAIN

the post that doesn’t age

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Reblogged from nutritionbeast
theacenightwatch:

classicdaisycalico:

thepyrobotsoul:

nutritionbeast:

This is what happens when a smoker quits. Pass it on.

This is so important

How does this not have more notes?! Seriously, take the time to read this because it could save a life. Or SEVERAL.

I like this better than the anti-smoking advertisements on TV that try to scare the shit out of you.

theacenightwatch:

classicdaisycalico:

thepyrobotsoul:

nutritionbeast:

This is what happens when a smoker quits. Pass it on.

This is so important

How does this not have more notes?! Seriously, take the time to read this because it could save a life. Or SEVERAL.

I like this better than the anti-smoking advertisements on TV that try to scare the shit out of you.

(via the-seductive-cheesecake)

Reblogged from spoookyscary
twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

lemondifficult:

seanbeanisaredshirt:

harokissmile:

ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

A popular story in Lurgan is that of Marjorie McCall, the lady who “lived once and was buried twice.” While it makes an interesting story, it is nothing more than Irish folklore. For centuries historians have attempted to establish some factual truth or proof of the event, without success.
No record exists of anyone’s being buried twice. No descendants of John or Marjorie McCall are on record giving verification of the story. In the 1860s (some 150 years after the supposed interment of Marjorie McCall), a local stonemason by the name of William Graham created a headstone bearing the inscription “Marjorie McCall — Lived Once, Buried Twice,” and, with the permission of Rev. Theophilus Campbell, erected the headstone in Shankill cemetery. (x)

But literally no one gives a shit

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

lemondifficult:

seanbeanisaredshirt:

harokissmile:

ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

A popular story in Lurgan is that of Marjorie McCall, the lady who “lived once and was buried twice.” While it makes an interesting story, it is nothing more than Irish folklore. For centuries historians have attempted to establish some factual truth or proof of the event, without success.

No record exists of anyone’s being buried twice. No descendants of John or Marjorie McCall are on record giving verification of the story. In the 1860s (some 150 years after the supposed interment of Marjorie McCall), a local stonemason by the name of William Graham created a headstone bearing the inscription “Marjorie McCall — Lived Once, Buried Twice,” and, with the permission of Rev. Theophilus Campbell, erected the headstone in Shankill cemetery. (x)

But literally no one gives a shit

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Reblogged from hempstock-deactivated20140118

bbcmolly:

mayhemiia:

I just want to reblog this eVERYDAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING IN EXISTENCE

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Reblogged from harryspankme-deactivated2013080

harryspankme:

this girl in my class today was writing a ton of stuff on her paper while we were taking notes and i was like “woah what are you writing did i miss something she said” and the girl laughed and was like “oh i’m not taking notes this is a list of things that annoy me”

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