I must have reblogged this like ten times by now
whenever i’m sad I like to envision Matt Smith trying to do this and then I laugh to myself.
YOU ARE THE HERO GOTHAM DESERVES
I’M CRYING BECAUSE OF THAT CAPTION
She’s probably learned that elephants who destroy fences get shot. Politeness doesnt have much to do with it. Where’s her herd? Is she traveling alone?
A lot of people seem to be down this week/morning, so here’s a picture of a baby Musk Ox to brighten your day.
Taken high above the Southern Tier of New York is a northern shot of Western New York and Southern Ontario. The inky black Lake Erie on the bottom left feeds the northerly Niagara River with Fort Erie, ON on the left and Buffalo, NY on the right. Further North can be seen the twin cities of Niagara Falls on both sides of the border with St. Catherines, ON exposing the southern shores of Lake Ontario. Across the Great Lake outlining the northern shores is the mighty city of Toronto, ON.
Photograph by Doc Searls
For everyone who keeps asking me how close the two cities are.
Lies we tell our kids. Found this from the postsecret blog.
THEYRE ALL CUTE AND FUNNY UNTIL YOU GET TO THE LAST ONE AND THEN YOU ARE ASSAULTED BY FEELINGS
//Absurdly helpful for people writing royal characters and/or characters who interact with royalty and members of the nobility.
*shoots self in face because you just can’t handle Tyler Bozak’s cuteness*
Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.
i just want to hug all of them
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.gordon ramsay fandom
If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.