askcaptineyebrows:

luanlegacy:

imvanntastic:

joroxoutloud:

fuckingjayy:

chyeaahitssean:

willz:

willz:

Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick. 
If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them. 
If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends. 
This is not fake. 

Oh fuck, this was on the news today.

son of a…

FUCK.

i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted

LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.

OHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDDD!!!!!! I WAS LIKE… YEA THIS IS JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BULL SHIT POST…. SO I TRY TO LOOK FOR THE FACE BEHIND THE CLOSET. AND THEN I FOUND IT. OH SHIT

FUCKING SCARY SHIT ASDFAJSDLK DX
book-of-flights:

moonlightequilibrium:

  

I thought it would be
MY PARENTS ARE DEAD
The glasses John Lennon wore when he got shot.
wellcomeonthensexy:

flapperorslapper:

DW rewrite - The Doctor visits Wilfred Mott while the Ponds are on their honeymoon

Wilfred: Can I help you, son?Doctor: Yes, hi. ‘Ello, there. I’m Jo - uh, Jackson Lake.Wilfred: Oh, sorry, Mr. Lake. My family and I aren’t interesting in buying anything.Doctor: No, I’m not here to -Wilfred: Oh no, I see what this is about. Heard about my family’s lottery win, eh? I suppose you’re one of them drug addicts then, hoping we’ll help fund you. Well, here’s some helpful advice - stay off that snorting, smoking, injecting - whatever the latest thing is these days. Living in a fantasy, dream world won’t help you in the long run. Though I’ve never seen one of you in such  fancy dress before…Doctor: Actually, I’m just wondering how your family’s doing. I’m  conducting a…survey. Psychological. For school. See *flashes psychic  paper* certified university student.Wilfred: We’re fine, thanks. Jus’ me and my daughter in here.Doctor: Oh. And grandkids, what about grandkids? A granddaughter, perhaps?Wilfred: Yeah, I’ve got one of those. Why, you’re not also hoping for a  date are you? No offense, chap, but you don’t really look like my  Donna’s type - too young. Doctor: Right, of course, yes. Not the hair nor the bow tie; It’s my age that would turn off Donna Noble.Wilfred: Besides, she’s married. Happily. Got a daughter of her own, too.Doctor: A daughter? Wonderful! I’m sure she’s a great mum! Sounds like a lucky little family. Well, thank you for your time, Wilfred Mott. Maybe I’ll see you again…when I have, erm, another survey assignment.Wilfred: Right, bye. Have a nice — wait! How’d ya know my name?! And Donna’s last?Doctor: Ah. Yes. That. I’m quite smart, me. Working on my PhD in medicine. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll even be your doctor.


oh my god, the end, i yelped and cried.
this is gorgeous.
The name's Francesca.

Cesca, if you want. I'm a long-winded, psychotic, paranoid, rarely funny italian geek. Basically i'm a waste of oxigen. I'm addicted to movies, tv shows, books, music, the internet, cigarettes, tea, coffee and alcohol. Nice to meet you.

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