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king-of-westeros:

kingofwesteros:

in the game of urls you win or you hyphen

you’re telling me mate

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shipssabriel:

vulcangrapefruit:

youremybrandnewday:

STOP IT STOP IT NOW THIS IS SO VERY WRONG

this is beautiful

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worthyourweightinfanfiction:

when this was filmed brendon wasnt even old enough to go into a strip club

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depraved-heart-murder:

appropriately-inappropriate:

dykeprivilege:

jessicabeachgirl:

seethestarsablaze:

heyimrudeacid:

lesbii-cool:

*starts a fire in my kitchen*

*starts fire in my bedroom*

Omfg. Um. Hello there.

*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*

*gets trapped in lift*

The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—
And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.
Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground. In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.
And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke. In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.
Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.
So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.

Whoa.

depraved-heart-murder:

appropriately-inappropriate:

dykeprivilege:

jessicabeachgirl:

seethestarsablaze:

heyimrudeacid:

lesbii-cool:

*starts a fire in my kitchen*

*starts fire in my bedroom*

Omfg. Um. Hello there.

*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*

*gets trapped in lift*

The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—

And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.

Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground.
In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.

And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke.
In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.

Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.

So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.

Whoa.

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smallcitysecrets:

pizza-party-in-the-tardis:

thebloggerbloggerfun:

smallcitysecrets:

I simultaneously feel like I’m a toddler and a thousand years old.

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I can’t believe this happened to me.

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amazign:

reblog if your icon is the thing you transform into under the full moon

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holyfuckface:

purple-eagle6:

maths-is-sexy:

damnthosewinchesterboys:

found the twelve year old

this is almost as fun as ‘find the vegan’

we are not entertainment clowns. we simply eat healthy. go back to burger king.

i found the vegan

holyfuckface:

purple-eagle6:

maths-is-sexy:

damnthosewinchesterboys:

found the twelve year old

this is almost as fun as ‘find the vegan’

we are not entertainment clowns. we simply eat healthy. go back to burger king.

i found the vegan

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sebastiandebeste:

"sit up straight" how dare you i’ll sit as gay as i please

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juliajm15:

I said that to my mom once…

(Source: captainofalltheships)




donewithwoodenteeth:

People need to accept that not all “cliches” are bad. People still like stuff like forbidden love stories, underdogs winning, and the dog biting back. The term cliche is negative, produces an image of all that is trite and boring, but actual cliches can be very good. Storytelling is built on cliches after all. 

It’s not the cliche but how it is utilized by the author.

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Ladyboy Pageant In Thailand: You Will Be Fooled! 

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iphone420:

Math jokes aren’t funny nothing about math is funny math is a sin

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dnosebapps:

dnosebapps:

when you make a post and it gets more than 10 notes

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