things that get me in like the first 30 seconds:
- attractive voices
- jaws doing the thing
- arms doing the thing
- basically any muscle doing the thing
- a+ dressing sense
- smelling good
Rainbow Hair Porn
(fromsmallviletosuperman-the third picture)
4th picture - Lopti (somelikeitblue)
in class i’m used to sitting in the back and making all these smartass comments under my breath
now i’m in the front though so when our attractive instructor drops something and says ‘ah, fuck me!’ and i say ‘maybe later’ he hEARS ME AND LAUGHS GODFUCKING FUCK
the saga continues today in physics when our instructor asks ‘and how fast does light travel?’ and i whisper ‘hella’ and the kid next to me fucking loses it
best endless .gif ever.
“U lil shit get in there.”
This stresses me out every time
so we did a secret santa at work today and my 49-year-old child of a boss made me this, a picture of the impala on a metal frame and i was like wat
and there was an envelope attached to it which contained
these f*cking magnets that she made so you can create lil scenes next to the impala bUT THAT’S NOT ALL
SHE INCLUDED COSTUMES YOU CAN PUT ON THEM
AND PROPS LIKE GUNS AND SALT AND HOLY WATER AND EVEN AN EMF THINGY
SHE EVEN MADE BEER AND BURGERS AND FRIES
MERRY F*CKING CHRISTMAS
Do bananas float?
Yes. Yes they do.
The Doctor found your blog!
Hello- yes- sorry! Didn’t mean to surprise you, just a bit of a non-routine routine… checkarooni. Oh… no, not checkarooni. What in the blazes is a checkarooni? Really, Doctor.
But no! Truly, there’s nothing to worry about. Just a bit of a —follow-up, yes, a follow-up, after that whole situation with the Wi-Fi. If you’re wondering, you are A-OK. I think, just one more quick—…… ah, yes. No residual, soul-sucking hotspots here. Relax, and- and… keep on scrolling.
Oh, and if you happen to see a fish on your monitors… don’t be alarmed. He’s microchip-encapsulated, called Barnaby. I had him on the TARDIS monitors and then he just went swimming off into the Wi-Fi. If you see him, just, you know, shoo him in the general direction of my when-and-where.
(Okay, so less of a follow-up-with-the-Wi-Fi, more of a I’ve-lost-my-bio-fibre-optic-fish… but I digress!)