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The Calm Before The Storm

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The Doctor will see you now.
Here you will see some NSFW stuff and blogs of everyday life and stuff that i stumblr across on the internets.
Im really into History, Classics, Shakespeare, Books and Comics, Roleplay and Games, and just chatting to like minded people.

Your Resident Kiwi.

freddyskrueger:

laurenjauregei:

how to be smooth as hell with your crush

*takes notes*

gearhead7:

angie-andrea:

Speed: Unknown.

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Size: Unknown.

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The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself.

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Never engage this dragon.

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Your only chance,

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hide and pray it does not find you.

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Toothless is so adorable it’s not even funny.

Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.


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BRING IT ON

baegal:

When you’re almost dead in a game but somehow you managed to survive until the next level

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palmist:

i love this blooper 

corvosbooty:

(x)

corvosbooty:

(x)

that bend in the flipper…

that bend in the flipper…

  #ouch    #man i love penguins  
casketscratcher:

cleolinda:

gabbietook:

sixpenceee:

WHITE WITH RED
White with Red was an extremely popular short creepy story that has been turned into a short film. 
This is the story:
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
SHORT FILM

Ffffffffff

nope
noooooope

I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don’t give a shit. Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow.

casketscratcher:

cleolinda:

gabbietook:

sixpenceee:

WHITE WITH RED

White with Red was an extremely popular short creepy story that has been turned into a short film. 

This is the story:

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

SHORT FILM

Ffffffffff

nope

noooooope

I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don’t give a shit. Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow.

casketscratcher:

love-to-love-puppies:

pernillo:

glaceon22:

chawko:

lorettafryingpan:

bigbigtruck:

GUYS
DID YOU KNOW TREES HAVE LEAVES

EVERY TIME.

dude when I first got my glasses I was SHOCKED that the leaves were so defined on trees and my mom just looked at me like I was stupid BUT THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE SAYS

When I first got my glasses I found out streetlights actually were attached to something! They just looked like floating balls of fuzzy light before.



Perfect gif is perfect

Every time I go with Hairy to the opticians I think of this post.

casketscratcher:

love-to-love-puppies:

pernillo:

glaceon22:

chawko:

lorettafryingpan:

bigbigtruck:

GUYS

DID YOU KNOW TREES HAVE LEAVES

EVERY TIME.

dude when I first got my glasses I was SHOCKED that the leaves were so defined on trees and my mom just looked at me like I was stupid BUT THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE SAYS

When I first got my glasses I found out streetlights actually were attached to something! They just looked like floating balls of fuzzy light before.

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Perfect gif is perfect

Every time I go with Hairy to the opticians I think of this post.

Lee Pace + tropes and trademarks

"Meet me at the bar. I’m buying."

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