look at dat booty
show me da booty
gimme the booty
i want the booty
back up the booty
i need the booty
I like the booty
where is the booty
can I have that booty
Remember that one pokemon episode with Steven Stone
everyone’s separated and lost in a cave
and then they’re stuck because of this giant hole
but steven is all cool and stuff
“grab onto me”
out of context and stuff
and then he jUMPS THE FUCK OVER
THE HOLE WITH EVERYONE ON HIM
AND IS PERFECTLY OK IN THE NEXT SCENE
STEVEN STONE, EVERYONE
fUCKING CRieS
(via sho-minamimoto)
There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
I…couldn’t not reblog this.
Even if I know it’ll happen.
//Don’t make me cry god
this is the worst post on the entire internet
NO I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. CRYING.
OH GOD WHYYYY.
FUCK YOU :(((((
That’s why I love fictional characters. They won’t die on me…Unlesstheauthorkillsthemoff.
(Source: gallifrey-man, via banboom)
WHAT
i dont know whether this is genius or what
I’m just going to take this as a notice to always take a pulse properly
now all you have to do is paint yourself white and scare the shit out of them
(Source: courtneyhatesjane, via onilink)
my life goal is to buy out an entire concert and then the artist will come on stage so dramatically and it will just be me sitting there like


















