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well no WONDER nobody ever eats poison. this stuff tastes awful
Me flirting: You wanna watch lord of the rings:*seductive voice*extended edition
If present day Harry Potter had an Instagram, he would be such a dad about it.
one man’s piss is another man’s piss. the properties and subsequent identification of piss is not widely disputed
(via iwilleatyourenglish)
here’s a Crime Tip. if a cop asks you why you’re carrying around giant sacks with a $ on them, just tell ‘em the $ stands for Snakes. cops hate snakes
Well then it’s a good thing I hate sports *slams button*
The year is 2027. It is Super Bowl season. The football players that have been selected for this year’s culling huddle in a sad, discontented mass in the middle of an overgrown stadium. The stink of fear mingles with the smell of fresh earth, an unholy bouquet for a terrible day.
Then they begin arriving, singly and in groups. Their claws glint in the harsh stadium lights, and there is blood matted into their fur. The football players put on their game face, but the hollowness of their eyes betrays their true hopelessness. There is no use fighting, other than to make a brave showing.
After all, everyone knows the bears always win.
Years pass. Teams deliberately lose games so they won’t be against them. Eventually, the Goverment starts a programme, to lessen prison overcrowding. Prisoners are selected at random, or so they say, to put on the jerseys and play the bears. None of them ever come back, and crime drops to almost zero. All is well, until there are no more prisoners. The goverment does not know how to choose, but they know that the Super Bowl must go on, and the bears must always win, and choose they must.
(via crystalgardian)
if you are a lil unsure about your outfit just remember rupert grint went to his first premiere wearing this
And Emma Watson wore this…
and then this…
The early 2000s were a dark time for fashion…
(via the-noravirus)