STRANGE_STEPH

Tom hiddleston, Benedict cumberbatch, Richard armitage, LOTR, Sherlock, comics, art, doctor who, star wars,
supernatural, Harry potter, LA kings & horror .....just some of the things you will find on this blog

teaseon:

ultrafacts:

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OH MU GOD THE LAST INE I AM FREAKJN T OUT

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closer-to-the-edge-of-glory:

 Get The Party Started

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nikoisdope:

sizvideos:

Watch it in video

Thats so fucked lol

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rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

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love-ginger-snap:

fallontonight:

There was probably a better way to phrase that, Daniel Radcliffe. 

No that was the best way to phrase that.

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shadywarriorprincess:

THANK! i’ve been waiting for this <3

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Benedict Cumberbatch as Rory Slippery

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meercat296:

I don’t know what Martin is doing in this scene…but I approve.

meercat296:

I don’t know what Martin is doing in this scene…but I approve.

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death-by-lulz:

creehanna:
Remember when Lindsay Lohan won that card game with Lindsay Lohan and Lindsay Lohan had to skinny dip in the lake but Lindsay Lohan stole her clothes and Lindsay Lohan was so pissed?  

death-by-lulz:

creehanna:

Remember when Lindsay Lohan won that card game with Lindsay Lohan and Lindsay Lohan had to skinny dip in the lake but Lindsay Lohan stole her clothes and Lindsay Lohan was so pissed?  

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boysofdisney:

timebroccoli:

nicolegendary:


   #that time legolas was rafiki  

#you follow legolas #he know de way

D Y I N G

nerdismyhobby:

so-many-frequencies:

loweryi:

crowbegottenbatman:

loweryi:

crowbegottenbatman:

the word “sabotage” is p much short for “fucking shit up with a wooden shoe”

what

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fucking shit up with a wooden shoe

oh my god

well wooden shoe look at that

I’M FUCKING CRYING AT THAT PUN BE MY FRIEND PLEASE 

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toothpast:

a-lovely-way-to-burn:

moist-chicken-nuggers:

juliyasss:

moist-chicken-nuggers:

juliyasss:

moist-chicken-nuggers:

juliyasss:

Sing a love duet with me

can i say something crazy

I love crazy

all my life has been a series of doors in my face

and then suddenly i bump into you

But with you
I can find my own place

love is an open dooooor

until i slam it in ur face and try to murder u and ur sister

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