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god tier barbie movies:
1. barbie in the nutcracker 2. barbie as rapunzel 3. barbie as the princess and the pauper
honorable mention: barbie of swan lake
u fool all barbie movies are god tier!
how are yall just gonna forget about barbie and the twelve dancing princesses though
can’t believe language was invented. like everyone was chill and quiet and then one day someone just started saying some shit
A bunch of cavemen: *just sitting around, chewing on sticks or something*
One caveman: *stubs his toe on a rock* AW FUCK
The other cavemen:
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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.
Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.
This is not an exaggeration. Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer while it was doing this for fear it would crash and lose all your progress) and then you’d come back in 40 minutes and maybe it would now say 52 years or maybe it would say 3 minutes, who knew, not Windows.
This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
This is why we download.
Alternatives to buying overpriced textbooks
Textbooknova
Bookboon
Textbookrevolution
GaTech Math Textbooks
Ebookee
Freebookspot
Free-ebooks
Getfreeebooks
BookFinder
Oerconsortium
Project Gutenberg
Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive.
not necessarily art related but as someone who couldn’t afford their textbooks this semester this is a godsend
REBLOGGING because after a little digging, I found my $200 textbook for free in PDF form.
friendly reminder that this exists since I know we’re all going back to college soon
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
my hobby is setting games on ‘easy’ and still getting my fucking ass kicked
oh gods my boyfriend isn’t home and I forget the english word for this thing and it’s bAD he usually helps but i cAN’T
I WILL ASSIST?
you know that little sea bug with the stupid hands and it has a home but it changes homes sometimes because it gets too big for it?? what is it???
Hermit crab??
THAT’S THE BITCH
Im gonna start saying thats the bitch whenever i remember something
Long before you were born, your father promised his firstborn to otherworldly beings in exchange for power. In a twist of fate, your mother also promised her firstborn to dark gods.
It was definitely the worst eighteenth birthday ever.
“You sold me to who?!” I shouted at my father, who stared back at me calmly over his morning coffee, as if we were discussing breakfast rather then him making a dark deal with supernatural beings.
“You know I hate repeating myself, Donald. “ He answered irritably, “Before you were born I promised the dark spirits of Opes my firstborn child on their eighteenth birthday. I honestly thought we weren’t planning on having children at that time, in my defense.”
I stared at him open mouthed, even the misty dark creatures hovering over the kitchen chair across from me seemed slightly surprised at his nonchalant tone. “So you guys own me now?” I asked them, my voice squeaking slightly at the last word, a bad habit I’ve had since my adolescence began.
They didn’t have eyes, but were facing my general direction, their voices low and rough, like gravel being poured onto a fresh grave. “Technically, just your soul. You should be fine, really. Plenty of people are soulless.”
“What did you even get for my soul?” I pointed a finger at my father.
He sighed, “There was this really great Porsche I wanted, but couldn’t afford.” Shrugging he added “It seemed like a good deal at the time.”
I couldn’t believe it. “You traded that car when I was five! You traded the car you sold my soul for!”
“Honestly, Donald, stop making such a big deal about this. It’s just your soul.”
I turned to my mother, who was reading the gossip/society section of the paper through this whole conversation. “Don’t you have anything to add?”
“Listen to your father, dear.” Was her helpful addition. She didn’t even glance up from her reading.
Thanks, Mom. I turned to the tall fiery beings silently standing in the corner.
“Are you guys part of the ‘dark spirits Opes’ too?”
The tallest one shook his head, his voice was high pitched liked the scream of an infant.
“No, we are the dark gods of Venustas. We are here to collect your soul as well.”
I threw up my hands “Dad! You sold me to TWO dark beings? Isn’t one enough?”
For the first time my father looked upset. “That wasn’t me! I only sold you once.”
Again my mother chimed in without looking up. “That was me, I’m afraid. Sold off my firstborn many years ago for youth and beauty.” She checked her makeup briefly in a compact and then met everyone’s disbelieving stares. “What? You think looking this good is NATURAL? I wasn’t planning on having children. If I hadn’t forgotten about that deal and Mary Jane down the street hadn’t been flaunting her nursery designs everywhere, I wouldn’t have agreed to have one.”
There was so much wrong with that. I really didn’t know where to start. The two supernatural groups were staring at each other hostilely. I braced myself for the upcoming fight.
That was when the Devil appeared in a burst of flame. He was a bit too big to fit into our kitchen, his horns broke a small crystal in the chandelier above and his two hooves were scratching the hardwood floor. My mom was going to have a field day. Although, she did technically sell my soul away so my sympathy for her was pretty low.
“I am here to claim your soul, mortal!” He cried, holding up his fist in a threatening manner. He then seemed to notice the general chilly atmosphere of the room, as well as the multiple groups of dark beings. “What I’d miss?”
My father sighed. “Wasn’t me.”
My mother shook out her paper, returning to her reading. “Wasn’t me either.”
Everyone stared at eachother in astonishment, and after an awkward amount of silence I slowly raised my hand.
“Actually, that one was me.”
The dark spirits laughed. “YOU sold your soul to the Devil?”
I crossed my arms defensively. “You think getting an all-expense paid scholarship to Harvard is EASY? Besides, it’s not like I KNEW that my parents had already sold my soul twice.”
My father chuckled. “Like father, like son, I guess.”
I glared at him. “Shut up! I’m still mad at you.”
The Devil, the dark spirits and the fiery gods all faced off in the corner of our kitchen.
“It seems we are at an impasse.” The Devil growled, his spiked tail snapping in irritation.
The fire surrounding the dark gods grew brighter. “So it would seem.” They screeched in reply.
“We submit that we settle this in the Ancient Tradition.” The dark spirits spoke in unison.
The Devil laughed in response. “An old fashioned approach, huh? I like it!”
The tension in the air grew thick as silence settled among the three. I stared worriedly into the group, wondering if I should try to move out of the way of whatever supernatural fight they were starting.
The three groups of beings crouched in unison on the kitchen floor, facing each other. They each raised a fist.
“ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, GO!”
stop unfollowing me its not my fauly im so attractive and fucking annoying
Why do the movies never show us this Spider-Man?
Fun fact Spider-man once beat the Hulk by telling him a joke that was so funny he turned back into Bruce Banner to laugh
I love this?
When you’re watching TV and your sibling gets out of the good chair to get a drink
that feeling when you see someone wearing a jacket with a shit-ton of patches and you need to get closer so you can tell what type of punk they are
counterpoint: girl scouts
Are you trying to tell me that girl scouts aren’t a type of punk?
SHIT fuck you’re absolutely right
Actually, I totally have something to add to this. So walking home from work yesterday, I passed a girl scout and her big sis selling girl guide cookies, and I was like: Score! I just got kickback money, so for once I have money on hand, and they never come to my house! As I’m walking up, I hear the person at the door they’re currently at …let’s say he was berating the poor girl for being brown. So when he slams the door, the little one just turns to her sis and cheerfully says something like ‘That’s another one for the list. I think he’s at least a two!’ And I’m already behind her at this point with my $10 out for two boxes of thin mints, and she’s all like ‘ah thanks!’, and I ask “What’s this list …?” “My big sister is keeping a list here of racist fucks and she’s going to break their windows and stuff on halloween!”. Anyways, girl scouts are precious little angels.
Oh right, this. I checked around the dude’s house late halloween night. All his windows were broken.
THE HEROES WE BARELY DESERVE
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