cute story: I have a friend with a prosthetic arm, and he once confided in me that, after seeing this movie, he’s always wanted someone to ask him for this. Then, the one day, I was at the grocery store with him and a couple other people, and one of our friends couldn’t reach a box on the shelf and asked him, “Dude gimme a hand here”. And, I swear to christ he practiced this because the speed at which he slipped off his prosthesis was blinding, and then he hurled his arm at her. He, unfortunately, got a tad overexcited, and instead of it just landing near her, it spun out and essentially bitchslapped her in mid-air.
Now we say it all the time around him, and he blames Disney for the fact that he has no girlfriend.
I need feminism because I’m still charged 5% tax on sanitary products because they’re classed as ‘non-essential’ by the government.
What the motherfuck.
Solve this by bleeding on everything they love.
*AGGRESSIVELY PROJECTILE BLEEDING AT POLITICIANS* ARE YOU FEELING IT NOW, MR. POLITICIAN?
FUN FACT: Santa uses parkour to be able to visit every house in the world in just one night
This makes sense.
I just made the most inhuman noise
WHEN IT REALIZES THE PERSON IS STILL THERE AND GOES BACK TO BEING ‘DEAD’oh my god
So uhh, my clothing dye ate through my gloves…..
+3 spellcasting +1 summoning EFF: 2XDAM vs undead
The tattoo makes it more demonic than undead.
So Now You’re a Necromancer: Beginner’s Guide.
Whats red and bad for your teeth?
well you’re not wrong
do celebrity pets know they’re pets of celebrities
When a nigga call you baby in a deep raspy voice
When a baby call you nigga in a deep raspy voice
Thank you Bathtub Barracuda.
i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”
the twilight one is like abstract poetry
If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.
"I don’t know," he sighed.
Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.
Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”
I frowned and he waited.
"My home is District 12."
Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.
I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.
He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”
I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”
He didn’t answer. He stood up.