renllybaratheon:

serpinsortia13:

tic-tac-bergerac:

thetasrose:

moonblossom:

hyperactivetardis:

thatdudejoey:

foggu:

teatime-brutality:

Has anyone seen my virgini-tea?

man this is all insani-tea

this is absurdit-tea

You guys are all having detrimental effects on my sani-tea

Is this reali-tea?

is this just fantas-tea 

these comments are quali-tea

you guys are showing a lot of stupidi-tea 

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helainetieu:

Wish more people understood this.

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spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

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philliptunalunatique:

falling-for-pain:

estraie:

2bad:

m00nlightvegas:

youcanfindmeincamelot:

studythesnow:

The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn’t hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passerby.

The young man stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.

Dazed, the man looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young girl from floor six.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” She called down.

The man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, “Wait right there!”

The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.

Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .

“Is this your shoe?” He asked though he already knew the answer.

The girl bowed deeply, “I’m so sorry.”

The man sighed “Sit down,” he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.

She nearly shrieked when the man knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.

“W-what are you doing?!” She asked in a surprised voice when the man took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her foot.

Still kneeling, the man glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. “It is a gentleman’s duty to return a woman’s shoe.” He explained simply.

The man stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl’s cheeks. “T-thank you…”

A smile tugged at the man’s lips. “No need to thank me.”

“Wha—” The girl began to ask when the man placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards.

Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the man’s retreating back.

oH MY GOD

I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE SOME INSPIRATIONAL HIPSTER POST BUT I THOUGHT WRONG

what

the mother of all plot twits

eternal plot twist/mind fuck

I DIDN’T KNOW BBC HAD TUMBLR

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sbahjification:

neocarleen:

llisbeth-salamanderr:

“Love the fetus, hate the child.”

America makes it near impossible for a woman to stay autonomous—hard to get family planning resources/make the choice of getting an abortion, and harder to get child care support after the baby is born. Leaving women destitute and dependants everywhere.

Look at Canada! Not only do we give almost a full year off, it can be either maternity or paternity. That’s right, daddy can stay home with the baby while the mother goes back to work. And the leave can be also be split between them. For example, the mother could take six months, and then the father could take the other six. Did I also mention that the parent on leave continues to receive pay and is guaranteed their job back?

#I think we make fun of Canadians so much because secretly we want to be them

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bryarly:

unbearablynumb