jennittles:

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this is seriously my favorite post on tumblr

proteusanimalcule:

pootsy:

DON’T LISTEN TO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2SPOOKY

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zellerific:

bradford-socks:

ladies and gentlemen, for your listening pleasure, I give you

Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance, with the vocal part replaced with a single pitch shifted sample of a duck quacking

this is all i have ever wanted.

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Feferi's Death by hetarimarii

janalikesthings:

therealkankri:

thevantastrio:

grimdord-waltz:

spookysurrealist:

watercolorwhite:

suchirolle:

popcornmassacre:

heterosexualchristianamerica:

hungarysovaries:

rominyan:

mosoli:

iamnotlingy:

thenotoriousmrstrider:

npcmimic:

canni8al:

peek-a-chuu:

saccharinesylph:

hetarimarii:

casually posts this here.

I’m bored and… this is what happened.

There should be honks at the end.

Oh well :P

Just.

In case. You forgot this existed. And needed to cry.

Just in case.

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I NEVER KNEW THIS EXISTED

there go my eyeballs

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ah ahs lfjkasdlas;lgaslf NO OH FUCK OH MY FUCKING

THIS TORTURED MY EARS OH FUCK

 OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

NO. STOP IT.

YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME…

nonono not again

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ohmygod…

my…

ohymgosh

dont listen unless you want to either cry or cURL UP IN A BALL AND SOB

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FUCKING NO

got-pockets:

spud-buster:

iheartpokemon:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

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How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty knew that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash’s eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

Holy shit this is beautiful.

Tumblr…I love you so much.

bwahahah

got-pockets:

spud-buster:

iheartpokemon:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty knew that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash’s eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

Holy shit this is beautiful.

Tumblr…I love you so much.

bwahahah

bramiafire:

tinteatime:

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

idontseehowthatsapartystark:

thecompassionate:

chasingpictures:

ifyouwerealien:

silentdetonations:

“Tik Tok” by Ke$ha and “Come Together” by The Beatles mashup

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I… I don’t know how I feel about this.

Reading the song title:

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While listening to the song:

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After listening to the song:

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the gifs are so accurate.

… what. the. fuck. I was actually insulted that someone would do this but then I listened and… oh my lord.

((Wow… talented mixer…))

Dancing now

HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING!? I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

I just… Can’t stop thinking… Of Ke$hastuck….


R.I.P to the victims who were so cruelly taken from us today in Connecticut. We lost twenty children and seven adults today. Forever remembered.

R.I.P to the victims who were so cruelly taken from us today in Connecticut. We lost twenty children and seven adults today. Forever remembered.


And I have been since I was 12.

And I have been since I was 12.

asks:
Okay... I have horrible arguments. I suck. I'm sorry. I was trying to be good at comebacks and I failed. I did offer to check my grammar. I'm sorry for being a smartass or trying to be one at least. Please accept my dearest apologies.

“I know sarcasm when I see it, mortal,” Loki hissed.