mermaidsandmisandry:

dont ask me about my favorite characters because i will literally tell you their entire storyline and cry

Or you know, ask, but be prepared for the above reaction.

justcallmeprince:

agentlemandoesnotconga:

skyscraperopera:

First of all, I apologize for the bad photoshop job lol. I wanted it to look pretty. If you can’t see it that well, here’s a full-sized one.

I like to think of lolita and ouji as twins and aristocrat as the elder sibling. Sometimes they can cross over, especially aristocrat and ouji.

Aristocrat: most mature, minimal skin, very straight cuts

Lolita: about knee-length dresses and skirts with poof from a petticoat

Ouji: Boyish, often with fantasy type influences (example: pirates), usually consisting of vest, blouse, and shorts

I typed up a more detailed version on my blog if you’d like to read more.

Fun fact: I started out as a gothic aristocrat and only delved into ouji because it was more practical for warm weather. Prior to that, I used to just call it the poor people’s fashion because it required fewer and cheaper items.

My friends ask me the difference all of the time and I was never able to explain it properly so wow yes this visual is really helpful

ladysaviours:

handful-ofdust:

imagine-y0urself:

trentofsky:

I always think of Canada as the lovechild of England and France after they had a drunken one night stand and England just left it to grow up with its big brother America who was like the rebel of the family.

why can’t you go into history class on the first day, and have the teacher write this on the board, and boom, done history for the semester.

I think “lovechild” might be pushing it a bit. At least according to people from Quebec.

Otherwise, fairly legit.

they hatefucked one night and then England got custody, and Quebec is still on their mother’s side.

(Source: anderlynn)

nobody walks out

(Source: samlikesboys)

One more day before the storm
At the barricades of freedom
When our ranks begin to form
Will you take your place with me?

(Source: aaronjolras)

karatam:

nightosphering:

postapocalypticfashion:

When Aisha Tyler was selected to be the presenter for the 2012 Ubisoft E3 press conference, she received an unprecedented flood of hate from trolls who complained about the fact that she knew nothing about gaming. Too bad haters didn’t do their homework first, because as it turns out Aisha Tyler knows more about gaming that all of us put together. Her Facebook response was awesome and predictably went viral. In case you missed it, here’s her masterpiece. Haters, take note.

Dear Gamers

I play.

I’ve played since I was a little kid. 

Since I begged my dad to buy me a Nintendo LCD Donkey Kong, Jr.

Since I blew through three weeks’ allowance playing Defender at the laundromat.

Since you were a twinge in the left side of your daddy’s underoos.

I’ve been a gamer since I made friends with a girl in the 5th grade just to get at her Atari.

Since I missed the bus playing Galaga after school.

Since I missed the start of Return of the Jedi playing Tempest in the theater lobby.

You think you know. You don’t know.

I’ve been a gamer since before you could read.

Since I aced midterms after staying up all night playing Evil Tetris.

Since I became dorm champ at Leisure Suit Larry.

Since I double-wielded on Time Crisis 3 at Fuddrucker’s.

I was a voice in not one, but two major video game titles.

I hosted the Reach Beta tutorial.

I was a Gears of War superfan panelist at ComicCon.

I hosted the Ubisoft presser at E3 2012.

I didn’t do any of it for the money. 

For most I got paid next to nothing, and for some, less than that.

I did it because I love video games.

Because I’ve dreamt since I was a kid of being in one of the games I love.

How many games have you done voices for?

How many cons have you repped at?

Your buddy’s Unreal Tournament garage deathmatch doesn’t count.

I go to E3 each year because I love video games.

Because new titles still get me high.

Because I still love getting swag.

Love wearing my gamer pride on my sleeve.

People ask me what console I play.

Motherfucker, ALL of them.

I get invited to E3 because real gamers know I’m a gamer.

I don’t do it for the money.

I have plenty of money.

I don’t do it for the fame.

Fuck fame.

I do it because I love video games.

I don’t give out my gamertag because I don’t want a mess of noob jackholes lining up

to assassinate me on XBL. 

I don’t give a shit what you think about my gamerscore.

I don’t play to prove a point. 

I don’t play to be the best.

I play because I love it.

I play.

I’ve been playing my whole life. 

I’m not ashamed of it.

I don’t apologize for it.

It’s who I am.

To the core.

I’m a gamer.

So to all the haters out there who claim I don’t play;

To the GAF dicks, 

Gamespot trolls, 

To every illiterate racist douchebag on Youtube:

Flame away. Go nuts.

Post every jackass comment your heart desires.

I’ll still be playing when your mom’s kicked you out of her basement

and you have to sell your old-ass console

and get a real job.

For now, I say to you respectfully,

and I mean this from the bottom of my heart,

GFYS.

#distant sound of a mic being dropped

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_burn_centers_in_the_United_States

anaeolist:

it is better than an ^oooooper_aaaaa

(Source: perfectdisney)

ohmyyesgothiclolita:

Baby, the Stars Shine Bright “Castle of Nightmare”