freddieboychilton:

it a nicholas cage

amandagoodbyeness:

WHENEVER I GET IN A FIGHT WITH PEOPLE ONLINEimage

thetrollzoo:

light-cream-cheese:

livin-la-vida-dada:

I dressed up yesterday like this

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but I kept getting comments on how I looked exactly like Nicki Minaj in this picture all night

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I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HE-MAN!!

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Everyone disregarded that and called me Nicki for the entire night.

I tried.

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But what if Nicki Minaj was dressing like He-Man?

lion:

me

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck



why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

twinzik:

Escalator Stare Luigi

hoedere:

mol-bay:

what in the fuck does my sister think she’s doing?

god’s work

hoedere:

mol-bay:

what in the fuck does my sister think she’s doing?

god’s work

bluedogeyes:

Dwayne Johnson visited Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show

1017andpregnant:

tsunamiwavesurfing:

snipers needa be banned from every game

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rotatingfloor:

can i come in

gigimon:

push to talk pikachu doll

yungterra:

pepsiman is simultaneously the most terrifying and most raw commercial mascot i’ve ever seen

yungterra:

pepsiman is simultaneously the most terrifying and most raw commercial mascot i’ve ever seen