Emma passes away and Will is telling the story of Glee club and how they helped him meet Emma when the kids are all “WTF this whole story was about how you were in luuuuv with Rachel” and he goes to find her and holds up her old MVP award and they bang.
can you imagine tho
It’d still be better than season six, apparently.
Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…
#bless this post
So a while back i was at this party and i was the first girl to arrive and there were like 20 guys already there, we were all siting around, having a beer and whatnot when the dj arrived. So all the guys went out the front of the house to help set up the dj gear and it was just me sitting there alone in the backyard for like 5 minuets. I stood up to go follow them bc i was getting really bored when i realized something, my period had gone through my white pants and stained the while chair, i was humiliated, i had no idea what to do, i could hear the guys were coming back and i had to do something quick, time was running out. So i grabbed the chair, ran like 10 meters and threw it over the fence into the neighboring yard, i quickly walked back and tied my jacket around my waist. The guys soon returned and didn’t suspect a thing, i am amazing.
the thing about the fault in our stars trailer is that when augustus’ dialogue from the book is actually said out loud by an actual person you begin to realize that he sounds like a complete douchelord
so my boyfriend and I tried roleplaying the other day and we did the whole “professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, only he wanted to be the professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. I’m the valedictorian of my senior class of 400 and I have a horrible phobia of flunking, so when he whispered “you’re failing my class, you naughty girl” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop
all I see is Hermione and Ron
if these two pictures don’t make you want to love Ross 1048392 times more than you already do step so far back away
(From the Enable Ireland Facebook Page)
That man you see there, he is a 92 year old veteran from Norway, who was tortured by the nazis during world war II.
The upper picture is the picture of the “BOY London” logo, that’s so popular now days.
Then, on the picture under, is a known symbol that were used under by the nazis in World War II.
Now you can all think of what you’re really wearing.
finally someone made a post about it, everyone’s running around with the Third Reich Eagle on their chests
think about it
yes make it known. nobody ever talks about it.
Cause of Death: Ross Farrelly doing the thing
The Strypes for Topman Generation
I hope this was informative
Credit to bp Fallon
this is my favorite internet phenomenon that i have experienced since i joined tumblr three years ago.
why are we not talking about the fact that some of these screencaps are still movingShould I feel bad about reblogging this from my catholic school’s computer?
sexism is the fact that when I went into the men’s section at target to look at t-shirts a twentysomething 5’ 3” neckbeard in a yoda shirt walked up to me and asked me “have you even seen star wars?”
"well, you know, sorry but you don’t look like the type of girl who’s into that kind of thing. besides, the girl’s shirts are over there. are you buying a shirt to impress, uh, your boyfriend?"
at which point I very gently folded and set down down the millenium falcon shirt i’d been holding and looked him right in his bespectacled eyes and very softly went “at the age of seven, I saw Return of the Jedi on TV. my cousin had all three original films. i watched them at his house. i watched The Phantom Menace and managed to live through the hell that was Jar Jar Binks. i stole my brothers’ plastic lightsabers on a regular basis. I saw Attack of the Clones in theaters. I painted my face like Padme Amidala, or, if you’d like to use her birth name, Padme Naberrie, all the damn time. my mom yelled at me for wasting her lipstick. I read all the shitty franchise YA novels I could get my hands on. I know who Siri Tachi is. I know who Mara Jade is. I know about Tahl and Qui-Gon Jinn. I wrote fanfiction on the school computer and got in trouble multiple times for it. I am over here and not in the girls’ section because I want to buy a god damn Star Wars shirt, not a Disney dvd cover screenprinted onto a shirt that’s too thin and rides up in the armpits.”
at this point he’s like backing away but i was not done no sir
“and i do not have a boyfriend. i fuck who i want, when i want, which is likely more than you’re getting. and the guy im sleeping with now enjoys post coital talk about nuclear fission and the periodic table of elements and Tolkien. also don’t even get me started on tolkien because i will literally talk your ear off about the social stratification differences between races and I will do half of it in sindarin elvish, le ion-e-balrog thaur. and let me make one thing abundantly clear: there is no way in hell I would actively try to impress someone like you.”
he left me alone after that
I need feminism because manlets will never learn