zerogdragon:

bickzy:

meganeronan:

somethingpsychotic:

propaedeuticist:

Meteorological Triptych - the only 2 photos (to date) of a tornado, rainbow and lightning bolt together.

we are now witnessing nature’s middle finger

i like the double rainbow in the top picture

IT’S LIKE A FUCKING PORTAL TO FAIRY WORLD OR SOMESHIT

Rainbow dash vs. Thor

FIGHT 

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tyleroakley:

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rangerkimmy:

sweet-bitsy:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA

rangerkimmy:

sweet-bitsy:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA

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offendpoppunk:

offendpoppunk:

shhh do not disturb the summer bloggers in their natural habitat


revenge of the summer bloggers

offendpoppunk:

offendpoppunk:

shhh do not disturb the summer bloggers in their natural habitat

revenge of the summer bloggers

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barackfuckingobama:

my-journey-my-thoughts:

historicalslut:

Some beautiful Crowns~ ♔

  • Austria (Personally,my favorite) 
  • England
  • Prussia
  • Denmark
  • Holy Roman Empire
  • Hungary
  • Poland
  • Czech Republic
  • Bavaria

I THINK WE’RE FORGETTING 

THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL

America.

I think I just choked on my own laughter. 

Omg really?

I wish I had the ability to photoshop that crown onto an eagle

like this one

I had to reblog it for the eagle wearing the crown.

omg HRE what is that

and god bless america

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lily-violet-rose:

Dear Creature’s Fall 2012 collection.

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diarrheaworldstarhiphop:

thegoodsonisbad:

chandlerhandle:

thegoodsonisbad:

chandlerhandle:

thegoodsonisbad:

chandlerhandle:

thegoodsonisbad:

chandlerhandle:

thegoodsonisbad:

diarrheaworldstarhiphop:

thegoodsonisbad:

yepperoni:

do you guys remember that episodfe of the magic school bus where the class gets transformed into fish eggs and get fertilized with fish semen 

i guess this trip was really

the cream of the crop

Why, are you admirang salmon reproductive styles and would prefer us not to fish for puns?

i think you’re just setting up a red herring to draw the attention away from yourself

i can already see how badly these puns will escaleate

i’ll have your head on a pike if you don’t knock it off

its over

our fates are sea eeled

these jokes make me puke like i got salmonella 

THERES MORAY THESE COMING

you’re doing this shit on porpise 

are you shore about that accuseation

i’ll feel a wave of relief when this shit is done with

YOU WILL ROE THIS DAY, THE CONTINUED FLAGRANT EGGSOLENCE DISPLAYED WHEN̶͈̜̆͞ ̸̮̼̹͚͗́͐Ị̧̗̣̞͕̻̖̲̄̐M̸̥͙̟͛̔̅̇͘͞ ̴̫̠͙̣̲ͨS̨̞̜̼̭͓̝̮͉͇̊ͩ̆͒̈̈̋̚͡P̶̠̙̙̖̝͇̲̱͇ͥ͊̌̅̎ͨE̫̱̼̯̅̽͂͋̊̈́̑ͧ͞A̝̼͔̍̿͡K̷͍̙̜̮̹̰̗̊̏͊ͯ̀Ĩ̢̪̥͚̲͇̘̥̓̄͜Ń̪̞́̂̐ͨ̿͑̎̇G̘͔͚ͥ̅ͣ͌ͮͧ̈́ͦ̕ ͎͕͙̬̖͖̙͑̍̈̏ͧ̓̈́͆ͭͅT͇̗͔̏͛͂͊͑Ŏ̶̧̫̜̣͇̜̗ͣͯ̆͡ ̷̡̬̮͚͈̻̭̲̝̙͎͚̭̹̆͑̊̊̌͑ͬ͆̂̄ͯ͌̂ͬ͘͜͟Y̧̦͍̩̮̫͔̲̗̻̪̤̠̔̉̍̅̆̋̽̍̈́̾̅̄͌̏ͯͮ̐̔͘͞ͅǪ̛̰̟̲͈̻̻̎͊ͧ̍͗ͧ̋ͤͨ̾͞U̧̜̮̬̫̭̻̰͓̘ͧ̎̄ͪ̌͑̋̾̍ͮ͗ͪ́

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staceythinx:

As a former surfer, Paul Bobko had plenty of time to observe waves of all shapes and forms. It was during this time that he found his inspiration for his series Water Landscapes-Suspended Energy. 

About the project:

In his magnum opus, Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon introduces us to the German concept of Brenschluss in the telemetry of the flight of the V2 rocket. The rocket is propelled by its engines and travels along its parabolic arc. At a certain point the engines turn off, this flameout is called brenschluss. At brenschluss the rocket’s ascendancy is checked by gravity, and before it begins to fall to its target on earth, it hesitates for just a moment. After this moment gravity and momentum alone, not a rocket engine, define the inexorable trajectory of descent to its inevitable, calamitous end.

So to do Paul Bobko’s Water Landscapes-Suspended Energy photographs allow us to see that very moment of hesitation when the force of nature that is the ocean wave, ceases to be propelled by the surging forces of the ocean floor. The ocean suddenly lets go and sets it free, it hesitates at this moment of release, then crashes on the shore, liberated, but spent. Bobko shows us this very moment of hesitation, before the explosion. The outline of the explosion is clear and coming, but it hasn’t happened yet, it is, as yet, prelude…the power is still coiled in the curl, frozen for this second. Light comes glowing through that watery tunnel, foam is leaping from its crest, escaping and ecstatic. The menace is limned in the terrifying flexing of its form. It is most exhilarating to see the noun become the verb.