when i was little i remember my mom taught me a trick to hold my longsleeve shirt when i was putting on a jacket so they dont bunch up and god bless her soul for doing so
Seriously, this was made by teenagers in their spare time because they were bored and it’s still better quality than the movie that took millions of dollars to make.
I present the most badass gifset on Tumblr.
Legitimately turned on by this
This is the best thing.
Why this cartoon is the best cartoon.
captain’s log. idk what the frickin star date is. shit’s happening or something. g2g. kirk out.
He had too much happiness!
i’m starting to reach that point of scifi inebriation again where the thought that i’m actually confined to a single planet is really weird to me
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
BY THE WAY STUDENTS THERE IS A VERY REAL CHANCE OF DYING IF YOU GO INTO THE WRONG CORRIDOR btw the stairs move randomly and were not giving you a map enjoy hogwarts the least safe school in the world
it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
#which time #when you taught him how to walk #or talk #or play ball #shoot a gun #hit on a girl #drink #fight #throw darts #lie cheat fix an engine sew up a wound get up in the morning when you feel like dying#what is it exactly you’re talking about right now dean? #BECAUSE ALL I’M GETTING OUT OF THIS IS PAIN AND THE URGE TO VOMIT
these tags just broke my heart. Thank you
As if we needed more proof that Mark 42 is the Moon Moon of Tony’s suits.
can we talk about nbc hannibal’s tags for a second
because i just
sassiest official blog of anything i have ever followed everyone go home