artfag: alicekathryn: (via yerawizardharry) I can already say this and it’s only 7:30 in the morning.

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I can already say this and it’s only 7:30 in the morning.

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whytheyrehot: Why He’s Hot: Admit it ladies, and gentlemen; you think Jack White is hot, and you don’t quite know why. Allow me to explain. He’s creepy as fuck, but he’s the kind of creeper you want climbing through your bedroom window late at night. When he smiles it almost looks as if he wants to molest you, but for reasons unknown you’re not scared, in fact you want it. Musician much? Not only does he kill the guitar, but he sings, and rocks the drums, and looks good doing it. He can make a fucking guitar out of a bottle, piece of wood and wire…whaaaat? I can’t imagine that creativity is limited to his musical skills. His hair is a hot mess; emphasis on the hot. You don’t really know what’s happening there, but you do know that you want to be pulling on it as his sweaty body is tangled in yours. His body is BA-banging. He fills out those shirts in a way that makes you want to tear them off…with your mouth. His arms scream hold me and you know he’s capable of throwing you against the wall and showing you how real men do. He’s a family man who keeps his life on the DL for the sake of the kids. You respect that, but there’s no reason you can’t respect it while laying naked in his bed. {submission}

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Why He’s Hot:

  1. Admit it ladies, and gentlemen; you think Jack White is hot, and you don’t quite know why. Allow me to explain. He’s creepy as fuck, but he’s the kind of creeper you want climbing through your bedroom window late at night. When he smiles it almost looks as if he wants to molest you, but for reasons unknown you’re not scared, in fact you want it.
  2. Musician much? Not only does he kill the guitar, but he sings, and rocks the drums, and looks good doing it. He can make a fucking guitar out of a bottle, piece of wood and wire…whaaaat? I can’t imagine that creativity is limited to his musical skills.
  3. His hair is a hot mess; emphasis on the hot. You don’t really know what’s happening there, but you do know that you want to be pulling on it as his sweaty body is tangled in yours.
  4. His body is BA-banging. He fills out those shirts in a way that makes you want to tear them off…with your mouth. His arms scream hold me and you know he’s capable of throwing you against the wall and showing you how real men do.
  5. He’s a family man who keeps his life on the DL for the sake of the kids. You respect that, but there’s no reason you can’t respect it while laying naked in his bed.

{submission}

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oldhollywood: Stills via A Clockwork Orange (1971, dir. Stanley Kubrick) “The glorious 9th, by Ludwig Van -oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!”

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Stills via A Clockwork Orange (1971, dir. Stanley Kubrick)

“The glorious 9th, by Ludwig Van -oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!”

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dammitjean: rollersk8s: indieuh: generic1: missconceptions: Where you at? 925, sit the fuck down. A BART stop in Dublin doesn’t fool anyone. HAHA. I always considered Dublin the very edge of da bay, maybe only because my extended family live out there and I go there a lot. Reppin’ the 415, whut up. 925 SUPPPP. and I live like a half hour from Dublin and I am def still Bay Area so shut it. 408… 3 days!!! :D wtf Jean how did you reblog K8 HOW DO PEOPLE I KNOW IN REAL LIFE CONNECT ON TUMBLR.

dammitjean:

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missconceptions:

Where you at?

925, sit the fuck down. A BART stop in Dublin doesn’t fool anyone.

HAHA. I always considered Dublin the very edge of da bay, maybe only because my extended family live out there and I go there a lot.

Reppin’ the 415, whut up.

925 SUPPPP. and I live like a half hour from Dublin and I am def still Bay Area so shut it.

408… 3 days!!! :D

wtf Jean how did you reblog K8 HOW DO PEOPLE I KNOW IN REAL LIFE CONNECT ON TUMBLR.

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artfag: haleyworldeater: suicideblonde: And you’re shining Like the brightest star A transmission On the midnight radio And you’re spinning Your new 45 All the misfits and the losers Yeah, you know you’re rock and rollers Spinning to your rock and roll

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suicideblonde:

And you’re shining
Like the brightest star
A transmission
On the midnight radio
And you’re spinning
Your new 45
All the misfits and the losers
Yeah, you know you’re rock and rollers
Spinning to your rock and roll

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moviesinframes: Back to the Future, 1985 (dir. Robert Zemeckis) By amandablaze [Note: this is a re-frame. You can see the first one here] Frame #3: my brother and I used to watch this part over and over and over and over again and die laughing every time.

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Back to the Future, 1985 (dir. Robert Zemeckis)

By amandablaze

[Note: this is a re-frame. You can see the first one here]

Frame #3: my brother and I used to watch this part over and over and over and over again and die laughing every time.

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LOOK AT MY BOY RYAN BINGHAM HOB NOBING WITH BIG HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE HOW CRAZY. EXCEPT IT’S NOT CRAZY BECAUSE HE JUST GOT NOMINATED FOR A GOLDEN GLOBE SUCKAAASSS. I am so proud. Also look at T Bone Burnett creepin’ in the background. Love it.

LOOK AT MY BOY RYAN BINGHAM HOB NOBING WITH BIG HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE HOW CRAZY. EXCEPT IT’S NOT CRAZY BECAUSE HE JUST GOT NOMINATED FOR A GOLDEN GLOBE SUCKAAASSS. I am so proud.

Also look at T Bone Burnett creepin’ in the background. Love it.

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