nosdrinker:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

nosdrinker:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

futuredudeman:

cassbuttmcgee:

radiogrimshaw:

have you ever met someone who is like the human version of period cramps

image

I think this is the first time something has conveyed to me with true clarity just how bad period cramps are.

geekishchic:

This is the best thing I’ve seen all day

loki-cat:

WHY DIDN’T THEY INCLUDE THIS SCENE IN THE MOVIE

THEY’RE SO FUCKING CUTE

pokemondaycares:

'oh gross it's dark chocolate i hate dark chocolate' 

good

give it to me

1021girl:

snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff

1021girl:

snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff

slut-baby:

"no, n-no thank u"

slut-baby:

"no, n-no thank u"

thorneytowers:

this is a text post about frankenstein. in the book there’s none of this “it’s alive” bullshit frankenstein takes one look at that thing & is like “whoa, that’s kind of nasty, i’m going to bed”

pyramidsandporn:

brokenponycutiemark:

Some background: I’ve worked in gaming since 1994. I’ve worked in video game QA (quality assurance) for 8 years.

This is the FINEST glitch I’ve ever seen ANYWHERE - and that includes the World of Warcraft “turn north and crash” bug I keep running into.

omfg

"

Careful, honey, it’s loaded,” he said, reentering the bedroom.

Her back rested against the headboard. “This for your wife?”

“No. Too chancy. I’m hiring a professional.”

“How about me?”

He smirked. “Cute. But who’d be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?”

She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.

“Your wife.

"
— "Bedtime Story" by Jeffrey Whitmore (via talesofnorth)