July202014

universalhorrorfilms:

WARNING: The Purge will commence at 8PM on Thursday. All crime will be legal. Get Tickets Now!

July192014

You’re like a little, small, brown eyed floppy eared puppy that no one can resist.

(Source: tylersmccall, via satan-s-little-helper)

6PM
6PM

4chancleanupteam:

some cute buns to clean up your tags

(via igonnablogtheworldtodeath)

5PM
5PM

The Human Race

My best friend and I went to go see the Purge 2: Anarchy this weekend and I inquired about why in the insistent that everything is legal do we as a human beings go straight to murder? Everything in those 12 hours is legal Murder, driving while intoxicated, Rape, Arsen, and Theft. Just to name a few. Now out of all of those theft is the only one that isn’t dangerous. But, no one, if the purge was real, would steal, HELLO rob a bank and become rich, steal shoes or anything else that you want. Or, I don’t know, not do it at all. I do understand that it’s just a movie , and it’s a thriller; so the blood and gore are necessary. Still, how in 364 days can people get so mad that they just want to kill people. If you think about it, that’s what we’ll become if the purge so happens to become real. The evidence of this pans to the posts about semi - innocent things and the last comment is about murder. As humans is that an instinct or are we all crazy on the inside? I do realize that we don’t want to commit murder…. but if you had the chance would you? princeringo

4PM
July142014
  • helga: so i found the chamber and as such found the giant snake everybody keeps talking about
  • salazar: oh no
  • helga: thankfully it was sleeping
  • salazar: oh
  • helga: do you need a license for that thing
  • salzar: no
  • helga: also like
  • helga: not to be rude
  • helga: but are you maybe... compensating
  • salazar:
  • salazar: ??????
  • helga: never mind
  • helga: it's just that i found a spellbook in the chamber too
  • helga: it had a bookmark on the page for "engorgio"
  • salazar: WHY DO YOU KEEP FINDING THINGS
  • helga: hufflepuffs find things
  • salazar: SINCE WHEN
  • helga: idk i only just FOUND out
  • salazar:
  • helga: come on that was good
July132014
11AM
harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 
This website is going to be the death of me.

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

image

bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 

This website is going to be the death of me.

(Source: soy-un-vampido, via neverlaughatlivingdragons)