Your party mustn’t be very good if you have to snapchat me all of it
my dad and sister came home and they went to the salvation army and brought home some chairs and i said “you shouldn’t buy from them because they discriminate gays” and my dad sarcastically replied “well then no gay asses have sat in our chair” and i said “i can change that” and sat in one that is how i accidentally came out to my family
I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE HIm AT FIRST I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST ANOTHER PRETTY CHEERLEAder
he’s the prettiest cheerleader of the all
I am borderline crying at how sassy this person is
ROLL BACK THE ATTITUDE
me around small children
the first episode of the season is always awkward bc of the way they namedrop and stuff for new people or to remind people. like when you talk to your dad are you like “i, jaime of house lannister, the one they call kingslayer, who lost his hand also our symbol is the lion and we are rich and the king”
Hannibal Death Scene 1x01
WOWZA!! o.O Stunning. Hey NBC Hannibal, have you seen this?
Wait… we need a moment.
advantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
- instant cute outfit with minimal effort
- it enhances the coziness when u drink hot beverages
- sweater paws are guaranteed to make u feel 43% more adorable
- u can unbutton ur jeans and no one will know
disadvantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
Guys think they’re totally not cute lol
the day i dress for a man is the day they dress me in my coffin to see jesus
"I meant go, not scat."
i think i’ve changed my mind about superwholock
plot twist: an alien invasion isn’t how Eleven dies, it’s the Winchesters
This brings back my thesis that every fanfic — every fanfic on every subject in every fandom — can be improved by adding “And then the Winchesters shot them” to the last line.
Go on. Try it. I’ll wait.
If you insist.
"May the undeserved kindness of the Lord Jesus Christ be with the holy ones. And then the Winchesters shot them.” (Revelation 22:21)
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded the corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.
"He’ll be alright" murmured Ginny.
As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.
"I know he will"
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.
All was well.
And then the Winchesters shot them.
we have a winner.