If I fits, I sits
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@depressed-stick
If I fits, I sits
What a strange duck pond
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All I do is sit in front of screens, have my silly little coffee and zone out of lifeÂ
This is a personal attack
what if, đł what if đł i reblogged your posts⊠đand you reblogged my posts⊠đđ and we were mutuals đđ âŠbut we never have a real conversation because weâre both shy? đ đ
I love how the monkey from Aladdin is just called âDadâ if you translate âAbuâ
are you telling me that he calls the monkey âdaddyâ
By Allah, not on this post you donât
ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.
black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.
bruce: howâd you get your scar?
zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.
bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: thatâs terrible. how do you feel about capes.
Zuko: Do you mind if I wear this blue demon mask?
Bruce: *sniff, tear in his eye* Not at all.
*Zuko fighting the Joker*
J: âwan na kno w h ow i go t thes e sc ar sâ
Z: *rips off mask* i donât give a fuck
Iâm still stuck at the âbatman has adoption papers in his utility beltâ.
âQuick, itâs time to use the Bat-adoption papers!â
Bat-option papers
Okay, but youâre missing the best part of this.
Alfred and Iroh complimenting each other on tea while they discuss their overly dramatic children.
iroh: once, i told zuko that he needs to work on his inter turmoil. he screamed at me that he had no such inner turmoil, and then proceeded to go to a cliff during a thunderstorm to scream at God to strike him with lightning
alfred: master bruce and i have that interaction at least three times per week.
@absentlyabbieâ
I see your âAlfred and Iroh as tea brosâ and raise you âAlfred and Iroh as tea rivalsâ
Consider
Iroh: you too must learn patience. Boiling the water ruins the delicate flavor of the white jade
Alfred: oh Iâm dreadfully sorry - for some reason I expected this tea to have TEA in it
(later)
Alfred: *aggressively laying out full tea service with milk, lemon, sugar, and, just to drive his point in, jam*
Iroh: *dying inside*
excellent addition
hey bruce spent a lot of his bat-study abroad in the far east and has kind of a weeb weapon collection so proposal, what if Bruce appreciates Irohâs tea
while Zuko is enthusiastic about cream and sugar
further fueling their dad-figuresâ passive-aggressive rivalry?
You had me at Zuko vs. Joker, I was crying by the Eastern vs. Western tea service
Wait a minute. Batman and Zuko have the same arch-nemesis.
Mark Hamill
Saw the last comment and my brain would not rest until it happened
this post has everything
this was an enjoyable ride. i liked the scenery very much. smooth suspension, nice height, several fascinating loops. 10/10 would go again.
Roast the fuck out of them. Being family doesnât mean you ever have to be okay with that shit.
*slow clapping at the dad*
I always reblog this.
You ever boil an egg and the pressure of the yolk expanding cracks the shell & causes some of the yolk to leak out?
Recently I found out that happens with skulls and brains if you apply enough heat
how did you find this out?
On Today's episode of 'Are they a serial killer?'
Prince charming by ladyskorpia
âI found him. I found my soulmate. Behold my idiot as he spazzes into the sunsetâ
you donât know how much i laugh at this every time i see it
this hits my dash about three times a week and i laugh every time.
I have never seen this before, but damn itâs hard to keep from laughing when youâre sitting in a dead silent lecture
Sin to not reblogÂ
lets not forget this gem
cant believe weâre leaving out this
and more importantly this
interesting how you forgotÂ
and
ok but
and
hmmm and perhaps
and these ones too
Iâm not sure how you managed to forget this gem:
excuse me but:
where would we be withour kermit
canât believe y'all forgot
did we forget about this oneđŠ??
And donât forget when the foolishness too much and we gotta see if we the only one seeing this shit
It has come to my attention that Aquaman (2018) is just a shameless ripoff of the Mattel classic, Barbie: A Mermaid Tale.
We have the child of a mermaid queen and a regular human guyÂ
who was brought up in the human world as a free spirit,
who talks to sea creatures,
who is fated to take over the throne of an underwater kingdom (where all the buildings are round and mushroom-y)
which is currently being occupied by an evil, power-hungry relative
with an army of sharks
And their unique position, straddling the human world and the underwater world, is at first a burden but ends up being their greatest strength
⊠Iâm just saying
So what youâre saying is, basically, Aquaman is a Barbie Princess. Fair enough.
@souls-before-goals
phineas and ferb on a budget
There are hundred and for mentos in my bottle
so how do i relationship
I laminated a paper towel
why does this have 31 thousand notes
You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose⊠the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You donât know what that is. Youâll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldnât have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesnât matter - you donât matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and itâll all be fine, and youâll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! Youâre now immortal. Youâll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point youâve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the worldâs survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, youâve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in⊠nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, canât possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you donât even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didnât matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what youâve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. Youâre gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasnât because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?Â
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
my brain is firedÂ
i mean fried
yknow what my brain is fired too. collect your things, iâve had it with ur shit
Their names, ranks and kills in case people went to know;
First row â Guard Staff Sergeant, VN Stepanova: 20 kills, Guard Sgt JP Belousova: 80 kills, Guard Sgt AE Vinogradova: 83 kills.
Second row â Guard Lieutenant EK Zhibovskaya: 24 kills, Guard Sgt KF Marinkin: 79 kills, Guard Sgt OS Marenkina: 70 kills.
Third row â Guard Lieutenant NP Belobrova: 70 kills, Lieutenant N. Lobkovsky: 89 kills, Guard Lieutenant VI Artamonova: 89 kills, Guard Staff Sergeant MG Zubchenko: 83 kills.
Forth row â Guard Sergeant, NP Obukhova: 64 kills, Guard Sergeant, AR Belyakova 24 kills.
Total number of confirmed kills: 775. Photo taken in Germany, May 4, 1945.
The cool thing is, thereâs still one person missing: Lyudmila Pavlichenko.
She was one of the deadliest snipers of World War II, and is regarded as one of the deadliest snipers of all time. Over the course of one year (June 1941-June 1942) she racked up a count of 309 kills, 36 of which were enemy snipers. Her prescence in the picture alone would have brought the total number of kills from 755 to 1064.
Goddamn.
Icons.
Every one of them.