crimewave420:

📦❗ 📦

thesoundofmusic1965:

noyaboya:

scottish twitter strikes again

kerosene:

“i’m trash/empty/dead inside”

milkshake-fairy:

It’s always a Monday when your boyfriends gone :/ 

wobbufetts:

aidn:

how the hell do i talk to people

Stand in front of them and press A

pacmantrinity:

identificat:

spar-kie:

wrexingdrew:

regbian:

clownings:

worldsworstfather:

the funniest character headcanons are feral, homophobic and tax evader i dont accept constructive criticism and you cant change my mind

hates the irish, fucks to survive, war criminal

alignment chart

she does not FUCK

mixedican:

toastpotent:

what do you guys think

cullenfucked:

ree-duh:

1953swan:

man imagine getting an anal exam from carlisle. i know the mans a good doctor but his fingers are chilly….

Would he like??? Boil his fingers before hand???

moodboard for carlisle boiling his hands to put in your ass

shinobi-naruto-rp:

officialsasukerp:

whos naruto

MEEEE BABEY

acidmerbaby:

Some of you have never taken the ‘Am I Gay’ quiz at 13, deliberately chosen the obviously straight answers, and gone to bed content in your clearly authentic, airtight heterosexuality and it shows

ur-friendly-local-memer:

marzipanandminutiae:

little-niggah-sugar:

hi-def-doritos:

amityravenclawelf:

dragonpuppies:

Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!

Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*

Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?

Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?

Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?

Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.

Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.

Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.

Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!

Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a ‘b’, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.

Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?

“super fun”

corporateaccount:

me as a crab, lobster or scorpion: *snip*!!!