Hey remember that one time I didn’t give a fuck what assholes thought and I decided to wear whatever the fuck I want because I’m pretty damn cute? Cuz I sure do.
Jesus christ your cute
high waisted shorts are for everyone they can go cry in a corner and sob they’re obviously jealous you look hella cute
Oh my gosh you’re super pretty
Are you trying to convince Jessica Lange not to leave the show?
Out Of The Woods
Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff
Produced by Jack Antonoff
Looking at it now
It all seems so simple
We were lying on your couch
You took a Polaroid of us
The rest of the world was black and white
But we were in screaming color
I love F1’s weirdness sometimes. The BBC article for this weekend’s qualifying is a completely serious report giving all the important info, the latest team news, yada yada, and then out of nowhere, near the bottom, is this image and caption:
No explanation. No reason. Just…Coulthard attacks Grosjean with banana.
I love F1.
Not my best video, but I haven’t used Sony Vegas for 2 months and I’m out of practice.
That’s a bunch of notes we got there…CS ruined two perfectly good characters. (I liked Hook when he was just a double-crossing sleazy douchebag who wanted to kill Rumple. I could stomach a redemption arc for him, but not the insipid loverboy thing they did. He goes from a 300 year fixation on revenge to a sudden fixation on Emma Swan in the course of a single episode. It was the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen. And it’s just gotten dumber.)
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
This fucking this^^^
I’ve always loved this.
I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.
Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.
Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.
I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.
I went to riot fest in Toronto and during Billy talents performance I was super tired because I was dehydrated as fuck, and I was in the middle of the mosh pits. this huge six foot five dude, tattooed from head to toe noticed I was exhausted so he said “don’t worry I got you!” And yelled his loudest and literally pushed me this massive path through other huge guys who were moshing and smiled and told me to have a good night.