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Shannon. 21. USA. My blog is made up of my eclectic love for many things, though mainly my love for The Phantom of the Opera and many other musicals.


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Sometimes…sometimes I think the asylum is a head. We’re inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it’s your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass, and we are you.




coelasquid:

smalllindsay:

benkling:

Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf

If you’re not already excited about Rob Cantor you will be now.

You know sometimes the way the news is lately leaves me feeling a little hopeless, but then something like this comes along and my wonder and delight in humanity is restored a smidge.

It moves me to tears.




conorissocoollike:

0sakaloopline:

u-go-glen-c0c0:

paveldabsyuk:

dejanentendu:

fucking-balls:

krysta-kicky-feet:

lioness-roar:

quickweaves:

guccimaneuver:

britteryikes:

This is terrifying.

this is so fucking disgusting smh

My god I have never seen something so terrifying in my entire life

I don’t normally reblog stuff like this but I need to. This is fucking TERRIFYING. What the hell is wrong with people? 

This scared me so bad I needed context and perspective. I needed to know what the hell was going on. And I have a feeling everyone feels the same way. 

The woman heard talking is Lisa Mahone, with her boyfriend after being pulled over for not wearing seatbelts. Her two children were in the backseat, and it was her 14-year-old son, Joesph, who recorded the encounter on his phone. 

According to the Hammond Police, one of the cops pulled a gun when Lisa’s boyfriend, Jamal, reached behind the console, “presumably to grab a weapon.”

Jamal refused to get out of the car because he “feared for his life” and would only crack the window a little bit in order to hand them the identification they asked for. 

The family is suing for damages to the vehicle as well as malice and reckless force. The two children in the back seat were injured from the cop breaking the glass. 

Nobody else was posting about the actual event, so here you go. Read the articles, watch the whole video. It’s important to understand everything that happened.

I am petrified and disgusted

Everyday I’m given a reason to hate cops even more.

Insubordinate. And churlish.

I literally teared up a bit. This is fucked up.

Fucking ridiculous

Certainly not an isolated incident, but what the actual fuck?

I’ve experienced some ridiculous shit growing up in Northern Ireland, but America really does seem to take the biscuit. I honestly hope this family takes them to cleaners.

What I saw here was nothing but an abuse of power, and it needs to fucking change.


soap-fetish:

If you want a girl with a booty but you can’t handle a little tummy then you can get right the fuck outta my face






mysecretgarden21:

craycraymabelgurl:

Ramin Karimloo WIP

(I am NOT a professional so sorry if it is messed up)

Woooow this is great !!!!



mysecretgarden21:

notesfromtheangel:

Can someone clarify who the taller man is in this picture? I know Ramin is the shorter one, but I can’t find who the second one is.

Phantooooms <3





operafantomet:

Posters for the Palais Garnier’s Bal Masques, 1892-1900. 

The posters were designed by Jules Chéret (possibly with the exception of that last one, it looks different in style). Jules Chéret is called “Master of Belle Époque poster art”, and as well as for the Palais Garnier he also designed for Moulin Rouge and Folies Bergère, French restaurants, products and exhibitions. 

The above posters are from 1892, 1893, 1894, 1896, 1897, 1898 (?), 1899 (?) and 1900. Anyone seen the eventual poster for 1895? 



hermionemollycharliepond:

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

But I’m not.

Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

We’re married!?

Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

Vegetarian.

Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

I want a divorce!

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

READ THE WHOLE THING




elf-in-mirror:

rumpelstiltskinned:

INKtober, Day 21

Why so silent, good messieurs?…

YOUR ART IS SO AWESOME I want to touch my screen and achieve artistic greatness through osmosis





the-softwolf:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE.