May 29
somebodygetmeoutofhere:

Remember when this happened.

somebodygetmeoutofhere:

Remember when this happened.

May 29

twistedsickkkk:

thefingerfucker:

inspectahradio:

ankh-the-odd:

dasdeutschtard:

but-i-hear-the-voices-say:

castielleftthetardisat221b:

dragonsroar:

sly-nig:

zigazig-ah:

The Teletubbies unmasked 

EVERYTHING I HAD EVER EXPECTED OR HOPED FOR

I TOTALLY DISREGARDED THE FACT THAT THERE WERE PEOPLE IN THOSE COSTUMES

im not even fucking kidding i just

there were PEOPLE in there

oh my god

my entire life has been a lie

^

dude look at how fucking sassy Tinky Winky’s actor is. he’s like “bitch i’m fabulous and i still love my purse”

Oh jeez I don’t even know anythinhg anymore

Why did I always had this strange gut feeling that Po was Asian? Why?

oh my god

the guy that plays the green one is just like “I regret EVERY THING”

wut

May 27
May 27
audiomonkey:

chenisthebestkitty:

devoncarrots:

requiemsong:

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 new 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 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.”



Deceased

rip me

Dead.

audiomonkey:

chenisthebestkitty:

devoncarrots:

requiemsong:

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 new 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 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.”

Deceased

rip me

Dead.

May 27
May 27
May 24
tragicallybeautful:

vocaroo:

there’s a colonial woman on the wing

there’s something they’re not telling us

tragicallybeautful:

vocaroo:

there’s a colonial woman on the wing

there’s something they’re not telling us

May 21
May 20
amt149:


If you can’t reblog this, you don’t deserve to be on tumblr.

amt149:

If you can’t reblog this, you don’t deserve to be on tumblr.

May 20
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

tobiases:

peetatoast:

j-r-hutcherliciouss:

mellarkeys:

rtlstuff:

MY FAVORITE POST IS BACK

NOW I’M DYING ALL OVER AGAIN

OMFG IT IS BACK

deer lawd