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winchesters-in-impala:

how i feel everyday

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When another weird person that I know gets engaged and I’m still single

whatshouldwecallme:

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This is how alcohol looks under the microscope:

sophomore-slump101:

tvd-iron-fey-nerdy:

psychedelic-psychiatrist:

A company called Bevshots has produced a series of shots of booze under the microscope at the Florida State University’s chemistry labs.

Molecules at 1000x Magnification

Champagne:

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Dry Martini:

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Margarita:

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Pina Colada:

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Sake:

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Scotch:

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Tequila:

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Vodka:

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This looks like art

And you bitches wonder why I drink.

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oswwin:

The Eleventh Tribute → [2/3] speeches

"Fear me. I’ve killed all of them [time lords]. Yep, you’ve defeated us. Me, my lovely friends here. And last—but definitely not least—the TARDIS matrix herself. A living consciousness you ripped out of this very control room and locked up into a human body. And look at her. […] It’s never enough. You’ve forced the TARDIS into a body so she’d burn out safely, a very long way away from this control room. A flesh body can’t hold the TARDIS matrix and live. Look at her body, House. […] I think you should be very very careful about what you let back into this control room. You took her from her home. And now she’s back in her box again. And she’s free. Look at my girl. Look at her go. Bigger on the inside! See, House. That’s your problem. Size of a planet but inside you are just so small. Finish him off, girl.

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murderous-moose:

jingleblooms:

halorvic:

I do too.

If you don’t need Wilfred Mott with antlers on your blog then I don’t know what you’re doing with your life.

wilf would have made a brilliant companion 

murderous-moose:

jingleblooms:

halorvic:

I do too.

If you don’t need Wilfred Mott with antlers on your blog then I don’t know what you’re doing with your life.

wilf would have made a brilliant companion 

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awkwardsituationist:

someone in the world is maimed or killed by a landmine every hour. apopo is a not for profit ngo that has spent the last twenty years developing and implementing “hero rats” to clear affected areas of their landmines - over 1500 in tanzania, where apopo is headquartered, 2,728 in mozambique, and 657 in thailand. there also ongoing operations in angola and cambodia. 

rats are known to be amongst the most sensitive animals when it comes to smell, with more functional genes for their olfactory system than any other mammal. a rat’s nose is constantly active and moving, and is always close to ground where vapour concentrations are highest and wind speeds are lowest.

the african giant pouched rat, being highly sociable and native to sub saharan africa, is specifically trained to detect tnt and mine casing minerals. using a combination of click training and food rewarding that begins shortly after birth and lasts nine months, the rats are able to cover 100 square metres of land in 20 minutes - something a human would need an entire day to do.

weighing just over a kilogram, the rats are too light to set off a landmine, and not one has died from the work. apopo adheres to very strict animal welfare protocols, and the rats are treated with the greatest of care and attention, with most meeting their expected eight years of life.

photos by sylvain piraux. consider adopting a rat, where you’ll get real time updates on your rat’s training and life saving work. you can also chose to instead have your rat trained to sniff out tuberculosis in sub saharan african villages (apopo has trained rats to do in ten minutes what it takes lab technicians a day to detect)

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bloody-men-with-blue-eyes:

bripixiemonster:

lurea:

So here’s the thing:  Crowley is clearly demonic.  He was a son of a witch in 18th century Scotland, sold his soul, died, went to hell…Became a demon and then became King of Hell.

But he also had a ‘thing’ with Naomi in Mesopotamia.   Sooooo…couldn’t he be a fallen angel like Anna?  I mean, how did she know what to do?  Someone had to do it first, right?

So, Crowley…  You were an angel.  Became disaffected.  Ripped out your Grace.  Fell.  Was reborn as a human.  Learned magic.  Sold your soul.  Died, went to Hell and became a demon.  

And at some point, recovered all your memories.  Cool. 

I’m just going to leave this here.

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