positive-memes:

You have been saved

thvndermag:

www.instagram.com/rogerkilimanjaro

kidzbopdeathgrips:

kidzbopdeathgrips:

kidzbopdeathgrips:

my cat is so cute i swear to god

she’s a sniffer so if you put your face up to hers you can just hear a little “snuf snuf snuf” sound and feel her little wet nose poking your face

the culprit

malocclusive:

great-tweets:

There is nothing new under the sun.

@euphemismcentral

whoopace-kosi:

mydeepbluegoldentattoo:

hollyblueagate:

are those two dudes from supernatural ok? it’s been like 14 years. there’s high schoolers younger than their contract. i don’t think i’ve ever seen them in any other shows. are they allowed to leave? do they feed them?

when supernatural began airing:

tumblr wouldnt exist for another two years

bush was still president

lost hadn’t aired its second season yet

youtube wasnt even a year old

the #1 song was kanye west - gold digger

ariana grande was 12

taylor swift wasn’t famous yet

paris hilton was at the height of her fame, kim k was not famous yet

jesus christ

sensitivethot:

spartanlocke:

justcuzelephants:

kremlint:

kremlint:

railroadsoftware:

railroadsoftware:

this was such a moment in time captured

an underrated part of this video is at 1:00 when someone off camera speaks complete gibberish

there are a billion things I love about this video. the kiss on the lips. the guy that picks up the cigarette immediately. fuck

the fact they’re all dressed like something that could be called prog slav

it’s back

welcome to the north of england

papi-chulo-seb:

persephonethatshit:

my 8-year-old cousin got a spiderman pinata for his birthday today and he hit it so hard that he removed spiderman’s cardboard head from its shoulders and my cousin’s 11-year-old friend goes, without missing a beat, “I don’t feel so good Mr. Stark” and i lost my shit. kids really are our future.

I’m going to fucking scream

pulmonary-poultry:

nabulos:

terror-billie:

ernmark:

I’m running a pre-bought campaign in a sci-fi setting

Totally not-shady NPC: I’ll need you to retrieve my secret cargo from the abandoned spaceship, but it’s very private, so don’t look inside–

Player: Is it a girl in a box?

NPC: …What?

Player: This is a sci-fi story, and there’s a box you don’t want us to look into. There’s only ever one way that ends, and it’s always with a girl stuffed into a box.

Other Player: Hey, we don’t even know how big it is. It could just be a cigar box.

First Player: Okay, you’re right. It could be a bunch of sex toys. How big is the box?

NPC: It’s… uh… six feet long by three feet wide by three feet deep…

First Player: Ugh. Okay, fine. Somebody pack a crowbar and a spare set of women’s clothing. We need to go get this girl out of her box.

uhhhhhhh…….

One day I’m going to run a sci-fi campaign of some kind and there will inevitably be a girl-sized box that the players are not allowed to open

And when they open it instead of a girl there will be 12 possums that immediately escape and create possum-related mischief until they can be put back in the box.

insane-tomato:

“Trick or Yeet!” I shout to the children when I open the door. “Yeet?” one says confusidly. I shrug. “Yeet it is.” I throw the child.