jumpingjacktrash:

dharmagun:

cricketcat9:

takealookatyourlife:

oparnoshoshoi:

anarkisses:

thenatsdorf:

The Evolution of Douchebag Style [full video]

Oh, he’s good.

I don’t know whether he deserves an Oscar or a restraining order.

I die laughing at this every god damn time. The prayer hands are so fucking funny

Uh, I have a gay friend (a nice guy) who looks EXACTLY like 2000 (he doesn’t stick his tongue out quite so much). What do I do now… 

*screams faintly* i had to sit with mr. 2010 once while he told me for half-an-hour what a good listener he was.

he told me for half-an-hour what a good listener he was

i made a little gurgling sound of horrified recognition because that is damn near the definition of a douchebag

ysera:

horreurscopes:

kramergate:

kramergate:

forget wanderlust, sonder, all those words for vague dreamy feelings… what I’m asking for is a concise word for the feeling you get when someone makes an assumption about you that’s 100% correct but you really don’t like that anyone was able to make that assumption. for now I’m calling it a fuckor

“he asked me ‘you main junkrat right’ and a wave of fuckor wracked my feeble body”

send me asks. make me tremble with fuckor

Bitty: You two have been studying for an awfully long time, you sure you don’t need a break?
Tango: I’ll be fine. One night last semester I stayed awake for five nights
Whiskey: ONE night?
Tango: And what a night.

altonzm:

yungmethuselah:

There’s no reason you can’t eat pie at every meal. They make fruit pies, vegetable pies, meat pies, meat substitute pies, I mean pies easily cover 100% of your necessary nutrient groups. They even make cake pies. The only reason not to switch over to pie entirely is pie sucks.

you were so close to a revolutionary thesis and then you betrayed me and every citizen of good standing

checkbitts:

so, after being on synthetic ice for the first time today i would like to propose:

the falcs doing PR, and they’ve set up a synth rink to like… show off or something? do a few puck drills and net a few goals before talking to the camera, that sort of thing.

they were told in advance that it would be synth ice, because there was a womens game on their rink or something. all of them were told it was just like skating on real ice, they’d be fine, but they’d have some time before the media arrived to give it a go

but, media being media, there were people there early, from local papers and all of that. they were there to witness what is now known as “the unmentionable press day”

first on is jack, always ready to get on the ice, ready first in his skates and falcs jacket with his falcs shirt on underneath. jeans, because that’s how he is. he makes his running jump like he does on the rink, two steps towards teh ice, then launch, and. and.

he makes it to the centre mark. on his face.

marty next, manages two steps before he gets cocky and tries to build up speed. there’s a thud as he hits the synth ass-first. jacks rolled up to sitting, laughing (the photographers do in fact take many photos of this rare sight) at his fellow A.

then thirdy. much more cautious, he’s seen the other two. he steps on, takes a few steps forward, hand over the barrier – not touching, but ready. he takes another step, trips over a join between two of the panels. ends up hanging over the barrier, legs in a half split.

all three of them are laughing at this point, jack and marty are still on the ground

then comes tater, boundless enthusiasm, skating along almost with ease until he reaches the end, tries to turn. he lifts his foot for a crossover, and a yelp is heard back in the changing area as his remaining foot slides out, then the thud as he hits the ground.

the rest of the team are very cautiously sticking their heads out of the makeshift tunnel to see what the hell just happened. at least two are almost falling over because they’re laughing so hard.

jack manages to get to his feet, holding back laughter, the steely focus visible on his face. he stays up, wiggles his feet a little. manages to stay upright.

then snowy comes on. snowy launches himself onto the ice just like jack had, but somehow, somehow he stays upright. he makes it to the opposite wall, turns to look at everyone, shrugs a little at their questioning expressions.

everyone else wobbles their way on with varying levels of success.

the cameras of each and every photographer is checked by george herself, and all photos and videos from the warm up deleted, but at least one video makes it to twitter.

a tweeted picture of jack, shaky-legged and looking absolutely terrified, becomes the smh group chat icon for at least two months.

the holy trinity of music

bonesleo:

bonesleo:

toto’s africa, a-ha’s take on me, and the proclaimer’s i’m gonna be (500 miles)

i’ve gotten a lot of people saying that i’m wrong and should have included other songs (all of which are also bangers and include never gonna give you up, come on eileen, and bony m’s rasputin) but not a single person has mentioned the fucking beatles so honestly? this post has been a resounding success and i thank you all for your participation