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the bae: *does something cute*

me @ god: are you seeing this shit?

god: fucking unbelievable

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I can’t sleep someone tell me a story

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I grew up thinking eminem was my uncle for no valid reason and when I realized he wasn’t I was so shocked

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Rules: Answer in a new post and tag 20 followers you would like to know better

I was tagged by: @grace2999

i tag: @patillojack, @brokenxboxcontrollers, @eyeseastuff, @jerseymicoo, @team-lads-in-the-tardis, @team-love-and-stuff, @gavsgubbins, @teamladsngents, @mad-king-rule-me, @charles-magoo, @silly-little-sausage, @gillie777, @slasher0001, @captain-scarlet-david, @panic-at-achievement-city, @candy-coated-dik-dik, @gavinthegayloser, @spookyghostray, @gaynarvaezjr, @mogarsbitch

Name: Caitlyn, but I prefer Alex

Nickname: Dryer Sheets/ Chicken feed (both are dumb inside jokes)

Star Sign: Leo

Gender: Im Genderflux so it changes so neither

Height: 5′5.5

Favourite Colour: Blue, Blue Violet or Black

Time Right Now: 4:12 pm

Average Hours of Sleep: Not much

Lucky Numbers: 727 or 99

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: 1 or 2

Favourite Characters: There are a lot but I really like Mogar from X-ray and Vav (shout out to Rooster Teeth)

Favourite Book: Made You Up-Francesca Zappia, Harry Potter series, Percy Jackson series, lots of others

Favourite Bands or Music: Disney, Musicals, Random stuff

Dream Job: Author, Achievement hunter, Teacher, I really don’t know

What I’m Wearing Right Now: Blue Pac-Man shirt, Black jeans, Rocking my new blue hair

When Did You Create This Blog: Either Middle School or Freshman year

Current Number of Followers: 408

What Do You Post About: Rooster Teeth, Achievement Hunter, fandoms, Things I like

Do You Have Any Other Blogs: Nah

When Did Your Blog Reach Its “Peak” (More Follows, More Popular Posts Etc): Over this past summer I guess

Most Active Follower: @slasher0001 (Thanks friend :D)

What Made You Get Tumblr: I heard about it and wanted to try it

Do You Get Asks on a Daily Basis: nope

Why Did You Choose Your URL: It describes me

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Joel Heyman

-Ageless

-Obsessed with gold

-Doesn’t speak lower than a roar

-Confused by modern technology

-Sleeps on the floor

Conclusion: Joel Heyman is a dragon

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Is anyone actually alive after that RWBY ep?

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everyone except for penny

#where is your heart

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I made another one!

use earbuds!

Left- Acoustic

Right- Studio

here’s the split version of Turn It Off that I did not long ago, in case you were wondering what I meant by “another one”

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‘Tonight Alive - Amerlia (SPLIT)’

RIGHT ear: Official acoustic track

LEFT ear: Official album track

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Try Hard (split audio)

left ear - re-mastered version

right ear - original version

BEST HEARD WITH EARPHONES

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Luke’s solo on the right side

Calum’s solo on the left side,

because this was necessary

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BΔSTILLE - Pompeii [Split]

ｍｏｒｅ／／ｄｏｗｎｌｏａｄ [☯]

♬ use headphones! ♪

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My friends(don't have tumblr): have u seen this meme lol, it was on the 'best of tumblr' facebook page, tumblr is so funny

Me, a tumblr gremlin: haha yeah lol, think i've seen that one before lol

Me (what I really mean): you fools. I am plugged into the mainframe, wired to the primary source. Of course have seen that meme, and all 5000 of it's variants, 3 and a half months ago. I have seen the rise and fall of that meme, the boom and bust, the drama, the pain, the shitposting, oh god, the shitposting. I have seen this meme in it's rawest, freshest, unpasturised, most primal state. Do not insult me with these rank, stale puddles, that sit at the very base of the meme trickle down economy.

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RT Fan Gothic

A man sneezes while five other men are talking over him. You know exactly which one sneezed.

Your brain is now unsure if someone has actually said this or if you can hear their voice in your head.

There is a cult for an editor. We are all members of said cult. We all bring our hands together above our heads. We worship this editor. PE/\KE. SPE/\K. P E /\ K E S P E /\ K

There is an infinite number of Adams.

You click on a video that is 10 minutes long. You black out and come to hours later, watching a different, but similar video.

You are called a shizno and you feel insulted. You do not know what this word means, but you are insulted.

All your money is disappearing. You don’t know where it’s going, nor do you remember spending it, but merchandise keeps showing up on your doorstep. You have so much merchandise. Your room is covered with so many posters that they cover the windows. No way in. No way out. You only wear merchandise now.

One man is constantly constantly shirtless and this is not questioned.

You wanted to watch a silly show about soldiers in a canyon. You didn’t know what you were signing up for. It wasn’t this. Anything but this.

There are two pairs of Joel and Adams and no one ever knows which one a person is referring to.

There are screencaps of tweets on tumblr before the staff has even tweeted it.

Another hypothetical situation has been discussed. They must have hundreds of millions of dollars at this point.

A man is impregnated with an alien child, but this is fine. This is perfectly normal. This child grows up and plays on the basketball team. This is perfectly normal.

You feel the strange compulsion to add “as dicks” to everything you say.

There have been terrible, terrible things done For The Kids.

For some reason the dynamite is kind.

Certain state names make you cry.

One man is simultaneously the dumbest and smartest person alive. You do not question this.

A different man is at once a murderous dark god, a loving husband, and a gigantic nerd. This, too, is never questioned.

There are four of the exact same person. Not cloned, however. The clones are a different story we must never speak of.

Everything is also a gun.

You must pick a team in the great battle of red versus blue. Friendships have been ruined over picking the wrong team. There is no remaining neutral.

No one thinks twice about giving a child access to weapon gun hybrids, nor do they reconsider letting them fight the monsters of the world. Clearly, a man has made many, many mistakes.

You do not know who this drunk man declaring that he is the cheese master is, but you accept his mastery of cheese.

We wonder why we’re here. We see it as one of life’s greatest mysteries.