I wish this was a zippy quote...
Just needs a block and some buttons! RL the colors are a little more toned down. This is a garter yoke baby cardigan (I’ll put in the link when I get home) in Noro silk garden sock.

Just needs a block and some buttons! RL the colors are a little more toned down. This is a garter yoke baby cardigan (I’ll put in the link when I get home) in Noro silk garden sock.

cumberddict:

doncarlosi:

tangarang:

ccomicsloth:

yokhakidfiasco:

thedeadhand:

general-winky:

WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK I AM SO UNCOMFORTABLE RIGHT NOW

what the actual fuck

This is actually pretty cool

its really sweet though

am

am i the only one who finds this really disturbing.

This is actually lovely.

I rather like it.

Why aren’t more people freaking out about the new Venezuelan labor law?

powerdadgendoikari:

captain-communism:

monetizeyourcat:

dancepunksnotdead:

You know, the one that gives housewives/full-time mothers a pension— wages for housework?

It’s ONLY A HUGE VICTORY FOR FEMINISM, SOCIALISM, AND WOMEN OF COLOR. Not a big deal or anything. Tumblr is mysteriously silent about this.

http://rabble.ca/columnists/2013/05/venezuelas-new-labour-law-best-mothers-day-gift

holy shit!

WAIT THIS IS AMAZING

damn, look at all the terrible things socialists are doing to venezuelans

stellar-indulgence:

The combination of Titan’s low gravity and thick atmosphere would allow a human to fly by strapping “fake wings” to their arms.

The second-largest moon in the solar system, Saturn’s Titan is the only moon with a substantial atmosphere, which is much deeper than Earth’s. It’s so thick and the gravity so weak, in fact, that you could strap wings on your arms and flap them like a bird to fly. The air is mostly nitrogen, but the rest is mostly hydrocarbons, giving Titan’s atmosphere a thick orange smoggy haze that is opaque to visible light. Cassini studies Titan in infrared light (which can penetrate the haze) and with radar — and in 2004, via the Huygens Probe, an atmosphere probe became the first spacecraft to transmit from the surface of a moon other than our own. Titan is remarkably earthlike, apart from being so cold that water is as hard as rock; in addition to the atmosphere, it is the only place other than Earth known to have bodies of liquid on the surface — lakes as large as the Great Lakes, except that it’s not water: it’s probably methane or ethane. The climate is probably similar to some of our deserts, with gigantic monsoons perhaps once a decade or more, and long droughts between. NASA scientists are working on a mission called Titan Mare Explorer (TiME) specifically to study the lakes of Titan.

Read the full text here: http://mentalfloss.com/ It’s Raining on Titan! 
Illustration Credit & CopyrightDavid A. Hardy (AstroArt)

littletrenchcoatangel:

audreyii-fic:

iepidemic:

eat-pie-in-221b-with-satan:


hiddleswiggles:


cractasticdispatches:


nekosmuse:


thewholockiansareinthetardis:



forsciencejohn:



ceesquatch:



daunt:



ramblingeekette:



This needs to be on everyone’s dashes again



Oh hey remember when Chris Pine….



human impala, anyone 



oh
my 
God



HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED



Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.


Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES


ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala 


YES.


Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be. 
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.

littletrenchcoatangel:

audreyii-fic:

iepidemic:

eat-pie-in-221b-with-satan:

hiddleswiggles:

cractasticdispatches:

nekosmuse:

thewholockiansareinthetardis:

forsciencejohn:

ceesquatch:

daunt:

ramblingeekette:

This needs to be on everyone’s dashes again

Oh hey remember when Chris Pine….

human impala, anyone 

oh

my 

God

HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED

Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.

Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES

ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala 

YES.

Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be. 

He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.

“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.

Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.

The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”

Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.

Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”

“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.

Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”

The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.

“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—

“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”

The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.

Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.

What!? You still exist!?!?!? Yes, and you can tell I should be studying for finals because I finally opened my Etsy shop!!

fairy-wren:

Piebald Red Tailed Hawk

(photos by brodmann’s17)

childrenslaughter:

woodendreams:

(by Bryan Larson)

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

childrenslaughter:

woodendreams:

(by Bryan Larson)

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh