I am Andrew Berry, 19, single, from Liverpool (well, Rainhill) but people don't know where that is O.o It is in England!
I never have anything interesting to put into these info box thingies...
Hmm... I got stuck in a baby swing in 2010.
Yeah, that'll do :D

Come and bond with me over a mutual hatred.

Things I like:
Spongebob!! Photography, PS3 and PC games, going for walks expecially in the rain, (trying) to play the guitar, Thunder+Lightning storms and being with friends. Metal. Rock. Classical.

Things I don't like:
People that instantly judge you off one bit of information, pointless overcast weather ¬_¬" and people that just wont accept that they are the best and AHHHHHHH

Bands
Bullet For My Valentine,Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica, Slipknot, Trivium, Simple Plan, (Early) My Chemical Romance, Evanescence, Machine Head. And lots of other stuff :D

Have a hug :D
(>^.^)>

 

whatthecurtains:

cthullhu:

nonomella:

Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me

Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age

"It was a story, I learned when people began to read it, that children experienced as an adventure, but which gave adults nightmares. It’s the strangest book I’ve written"

-Neil Gaiman on Coraline

castiel-is-wonderful:

sionainnlindsay:

castiel-is-wonderful:

WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP

IS ‘MRS’ JUST MR’S 

LIKE BELONGING TO MR

OMG

Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no.

This was an extremely relevant comment and I thank you for educating me 

(Source: khaleeesii)

toxicwinner:

literally you have to weed your way through the male species like a huge crowd of uglies w a glimpse of a pretty face every now and then that disappears right after you see it and you look for it and you’re getting bruised and dehydrated and you find it and its wearing a smosh tshirt

iridium-flames:

whoreisawhoreisawinchester:

iguanamouth:

i think its funny how there are some actors who played a role for so long that its almost impossible for me to see them as anything else

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and then there are some actors who’ve done so many roles i dont even see them as actors anymore it’s just them as themselves in another movie

image

and then there are actors who you’re not quite sure what they really look like

image

#johnny depp the best cosplayer

motherfuckingnazgul:

feitclub:

thebicker:

okcreepsters:

This came from a 32 year old man.

Literally all she said was “no.”

I’ve come to understand why, during my internet dating years, so many women responded to my inquiries (I promise I wasn’t creepy) by not responding at all. At the time it drove me crazy, the silence, even more so than the rejections. We’re both on this webspace looking to meet people, can’t you give me a simple “no thanks” so I know when to walk away?
Now I get it. If you’re a woman on the internet, every single interaction is a roll of the dice and you can never tell when that roll will come up “u ugly bitch” so it’s safer and easier to just not say anything. In the online dating world, that becomes common sense.
But never forget: there are men who don’t even wait for that reply. Just being a woman online can be enough to trigger a dice roll. Imagine if every tweet or article you wrote meant a personal insult came your way. Sure, you can block, you can mute, you can ignore, but eventually you’d start to wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to not say anything.
That’s how silencing works and it makes me furious. And to those who insist that women must “grow thicker skin” and simply “accept” the reality of online abuse, here’s a revelation for you: anyone who already suffers through a daily flood of insults or threats just to exist online has thicker skin than you. They’re the ones with the courage, not you and your false keyboard bravado.
To say nothing of the women who face real-life harassment every day, be it catcalls from strangers, an oppressive workplace, or a real-life stalker. Compared to them, we’re all cowards.

Bless you, sir.

motherfuckingnazgul:

feitclub:

thebicker:

okcreepsters:

This came from a 32 year old man.

Literally all she said was “no.”

I’ve come to understand why, during my internet dating years, so many women responded to my inquiries (I promise I wasn’t creepy) by not responding at all. At the time it drove me crazy, the silence, even more so than the rejections. We’re both on this webspace looking to meet people, can’t you give me a simple “no thanks” so I know when to walk away?

Now I get it. If you’re a woman on the internet, every single interaction is a roll of the dice and you can never tell when that roll will come up “u ugly bitch” so it’s safer and easier to just not say anything. In the online dating world, that becomes common sense.

But never forget: there are men who don’t even wait for that reply. Just being a woman online can be enough to trigger a dice roll. Imagine if every tweet or article you wrote meant a personal insult came your way. Sure, you can block, you can mute, you can ignore, but eventually you’d start to wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to not say anything.

That’s how silencing works and it makes me furious. And to those who insist that women must “grow thicker skin” and simply “accept” the reality of online abuse, here’s a revelation for you: anyone who already suffers through a daily flood of insults or threats just to exist online has thicker skin than you. They’re the ones with the courage, not you and your false keyboard bravado.

To say nothing of the women who face real-life harassment every day, be it catcalls from strangers, an oppressive workplace, or a real-life stalker. Compared to them, we’re all cowards.

Bless you, sir.

6yr:

6yr:

im fine… believe me // 2014

This post is me trying to enforce that I’m happy and I hate when people assume I’m sad. Stop turning this into some pathetic “I’m totally not fine” shit

6yr:

6yr:

im fine… believe me // 2014

This post is me trying to enforce that I’m happy and I hate when people assume I’m sad. Stop turning this into some pathetic “I’m totally not fine” shit

thelibrarina:

thelibrarina:

You guys.
Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.
…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?

"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.
“Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.
“Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.
Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”
“Men in Tights.”
"…Okay."
Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”
Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”
Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.
"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.
A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.
"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."
Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”
“Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.
The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.
"What?"
"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.
Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”
Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”
Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”
Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.
She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.
"Spoilers make him angry."

thelibrarina:

thelibrarina:

You guys.

Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.

…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?

"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.

Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.

Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.

Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”

Men in Tights.”

"…Okay."

Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”

Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”

Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.

"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.

A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.

"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."

Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”

Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.

The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.

"What?"

"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.

Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”

Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”

Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.

She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.

"Spoilers make him angry."

yungh0e:

supremelolita:

vinebox:

On camera?

I can’t stop watching this it’s so cute

I’m choking

loveatitsfinest:

bestrooftalkever:

party-wok:

julierthanyou:

clambistro:

Ahh, it’s back

i have disproportionately strong feelings about this.

every time i say “nah i’m not gonna watch it again.” BUT I STILL DO EVERY TIME.

YEAUGH

the comments are painfully accurate. 

(Source: videohall)

suarezalex:

okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.