tyleroakley:

buzzfeed:

George Takei responds to “traditional” marriage fans. 

George Takei is flawfree.

wildandwild:

Do I understand that you were getting your outfit very dirty, spilling stuff on it all the time? (x)

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leupagus:

rheagars:

Zach and Zoe on The Jonathan Ross Show (x)

That last image where she laugh and then was like, “no but seriously I’m tapping that ass so much he’s basically a maple tree” kills me every time.

“Ian shared our trailer. So if you can imagine the four hobbits in a trailer with Ian McKellen…”

labarricade:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

what the fuck did i just read 

cannedebonbon:

“friends”

HAHAHAHAAHA WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS IN VULCAN.