UHM HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT
WELL THAT TOOK ALL OF TWO SECONDS TO REBLOG. HOLY SHIT I CAN’T EVEN. I. CAN. NOT. EVEN.
I would have sex with this music.
I wasn’t going to reblog it because I thought I reblogged too much Doctor Who music and there are only so many times you can reblog I am the Doctor but NOPE I WAS WRONG THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY TIMES TO REBLOG IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S LIKE THIS
*sniff* *sniff* whats that I smell? A bass drop
I don’t even know what to say other than this is… this…
tagging nsfw is hilarious like it’s just like you’re in a room with a shitload of people and you shout PORN and then some people cover their eyes and others stare at you in anticipation
This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
when boys have sleepovers do they sleep in the same bed like girls do or do the rules of no homo include sharing beds
girls always share beds. and covers and clothes and food and personal space. sometimes even bathrooms
Girls share everything.
Rest in Peace Robin
I’M SORRY I KNOW THIS ISN’T POKEMON BUT I’VE SHARED THIS ABOUT SIX TIMES ON MY OWN BLOG AND I THINK THEY’RE GETTING TIRED OF IT SO I’M GOING TO SHARE IT HERE INSTEAD
this never stops being fantastic
This kills me every time
“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.
omg this is still going
IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.
i’m not even in the supernatural fandom and i’m still going to reblog
lost count of the times i’ve reblogged this
I swear like half of those reblogs is me
…………………..it’s still not fucking broken
Jesus fuck this is almost at 12,000,000