breathless

i'm joie, i'm 24, and i'm an animal enthusiast

[priortoallthoughts]

My love for this man knows no bounds

Masterlist

[omegas-spaghettios]

Plot of The Clone Wars: Man who has no experience with children takes care of a child

Plot of Rebels: Man who has no experience with children takes care of a child

Plot of The Mandalorian: Man who has no experience with children takes care of a child

Plot of The Bad Batch: Men who have no experience with children take care of a child

[charmancler]

when someone asks what i want to do with my life

[angelictrauma]

im hot

H ard to love O bnoxious T errible

[olyphant-tim]

Ewan McGregor and Pedro Pascal on VARIETY’S ACTORS ON ACTORS

[rickhunolt-deactivated20260329]

If ur lgbt reblog this and give me ur opinion on tea, beer, coffe and fruit juice

[warpedlamp]

Me before having sex with my beautiful girlfriend

Me: *removes my clown nose*

Me: *removes my clown wig*

Me: *removes my silk handkerchief*

Me: *removes my silk handkerchief *

Me: *removes my silk ha-

[warpedlamp]

[hilltop-dolmen]

OP is the last person who deserves to be defended here but surely if they were a clownfucker they’d be keeping all the clown shit on

[warpedlamp]

Finally, a good take on this post

[loloftheday]

[dirtyshrekthings]

we’ve all been there

[crispen-potato]

I think the saddest thing is that while everyone else volunteered to take the serum, Bucky didn't get to choose. He never asked to be a Super Soldier. He was an experiment. He was used against his will as a tool for HYDRA. Now he has to live with the burden of being someone he never wanted to be.

[bastardcatthings]

So I made a thing...

[dilfsandwhorenation]

i'm gonna live by that

[doggosource]

you know who it is

[ifitaintbaroque]

[doggosource]

the one and only

[realborisjohnson]

[thebootydiaries]

It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 

That changes today. 

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 

Suddenly, silence. 

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice. 

He is moved. 

“Aight”.

[thebootydiaries]

My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my white lily friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”.

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.

“Kk.”

[daddybroskey]

“I hear a tear” How do you hear a tear?

[thebootydiaries]

Ah, you must not be Muslim,

[deactivated-blog]

Reblog this if you think boys deserve flowers and cheek kisses.

[palpamemes]

If you haven’t seen the .gif

[sonoanthony]

How you miss the most important part