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Auli’i Cravalho corrected their [paparazzi] pronunciation of her name on the Oscars Red Carpet 2017.
You better tell em🔥🔥
You created a social experiment based on the game Monopoly. Eight random people in one city were given access to bank accounts each containing $1.5 million, with the caveat that it can only be used to acquire property in the city. It’s been five years, and you’re checking in on your “players.”
sherlock never used to watch the oscars because he could predict the winners. now he and john watch them together because they trade kisses for every prediction they get right.
john usually (always) has to google who won best picture the next morning.
I love this, but no– Sherlock doesn’t even know who James Bond is, so John wins their Oscar pool every year but Sherlock doesn’t mind because John just looks so adorably smug about it, trying to stifle his little fist pumps of celebration that Sherlock simply sits back and grins
sherlock makes a lot of pop culture references, and according to the casebook, reads ‘women’s mags,’ so I think he knows a lot more than he lets on; I personally suspect that he was only shamming at not knowing who James Bond was in order to wiggle into a movie night with john. i think the point tho is that in the end they have no idea who wins or loses because they’re too busy trading prizes. by which i mean, making out on the sofa.
Remember when Hillary said Trump would create a white supremacist resurgence and the pundits tsk tsked her for going off message
Remember when Hillary said Trump was working either for or with the Russian government and the pundits said “both sides have their conspiracy theories.”
Remember when Hillary gave a speech talking about economic concerns unique to women of color and no one outside her dedicated press pool reported on it because Trump tweeted something stupid that day.
Remember when Hillary said Trump presented a threat to the free press that rvialed any third world dictator and pundits yelled at her for not holding more press conferences.
Remember when Hillary gave a big speech about her economic policy and NBC ran a chyron that said “Hillary tries to move past her email troubles.”
Remember when Hillary gave a big campaign speech and it was ignored by broadcast media in favor of 30 minutes of an empty podium Trump was late to speak at
Remember when Hillary, who was the most qualified candidate to ever run, lost to a man with absolutely no political experience or basic human morals
Sherlock + not a sociopath
The slow surrender of his hand is everything.
This video gave me life
Here are fifteen of my favourite seconds from the internet.
tiny padme: *reaches for darth fucking vader’s hand and kisses it like nothing’s unusual*
vader: *looks into the camera like he’s in the office*
Her name is Lane! She’s a style ICON and I want to be her when I grow up. Here is her instagram
muslims have come together to raise $20,000 to repair the damaged headstones in the jewish st. louis cemetery. #solidarity
muslims have come together to beat the shit out of a 20k goal to repair the damaged headstones in the jewish st.louis cemetery and have raised over $101,000
#GetOutMovie
White Privilege: Being offended about a movie addressing systemic racism instead of actually being offended by systemic racism.
That response Jesus
Percy, calm the fuck down (x)
mary shelley: hey, you wanna go grab a burger king? me, percy shelley: Good morning, are you perchance tempted to acquire a Meaty Sandwich Royal?
The original “me, an intellectual” meme
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you should have offered them four 12x12 squares and a bottle of glue
As hilarious as that is…
… we’re out of glue.
Completely out of glue. The glue slime trend that has swept the middle schools in our area has maxed out all outlets of glue from December 18th to today’s date- February 6th. We keep getting shipments of glue, but they only come in 20-bottle boxes and they are completely gone by the time the weekend is out. Children are buying them by the armful.
And I would find this cute and honestly amazing that these kiddos are getting their first taste of entrepreneurship (mine was in high school, where I made novelty school ID’s) if it weren’t for the involvement of the parents.
Because the kids are like ‘aw, you don’t have any? Ok. We’ll try somewhere else- thank you! Where’s your glitter?’
The parents… oh gods the parents.
Calling us up at 9am- “What do you MEAN you don’t have any glue!? ITS A BASIC CRAFT ITEM! YOU HAVE TO HAVE GLUE!”
“You’re telling me that you DON’T CARRY GLUE?”
“I’m calling your corporate office to tell them just how wholly unprepared you all are because this is the fourth store I’ve called and NONE of you have any glue.”
“Can I pre-order? What do you MEAN I have to order from the website?”
“When will you be getting more? You don’t KNOW! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW!? Two weeks at the EARLIEST!?”
“Can you call me when you get some? YOU CAN’T EVEN CALL ME WHEN YOU GET IT IN?”
I once caught one of our framers taking a call like these and I saw her re-inact Winona Ryder’s entire range of facial expressions a la SAG awards, eventually ending in her left eye going slightly wall when the angry parent finally hung up.
And there are some that call every single day, asking the same questions and hoping that they’ll get a different answer. But no. I’m sorry. The Glue Fairy didn’t make a surprise visit last night. We did not plant the glue seeds in time for the harvest and now there is a glue famine. The small child that we sent to fetch more glue has been captured by witches- who are now intent on raising her as their own and we wish them luck.
One day, my brother will have children and they will ask me about the Glue Famine of 2017 and I will recall a very specific instance wherein I could feel flecks of spittle coming through the end of the phone.
One day I shall die and a team of necromancers will raise me from my crumbling sarcophagus and the very first words from my revived, husk of a maw will be ‘WE ARE STILL OUT OF GLUE, CRETINOUS FILTH!’
And this is how I knew that 2017 was going to be a bad year. Retail-mancy: I divine the fall of our nation by the fact that we are perpetually out of basic adhesives. And its not the children that buy them that make it a problem, but the parents who imagine that we somehow have control over the entire damn glue industry.
Here. Buy that shit online and teach your children the benefits of buying bulk, because apparently it’s too late for the fucking adults, if my previous encounters with adult entrepreneurs is any indication.
Why you want to yell at me for telling you the truth is beyond me when you could be putting all that energy towards not sucking. GIT GUD.
I just learned today that tomorrow our store will be hopping on the glue slime trend and making an end cap to make easy access to our stock of glues, glitters, and I suppose we might be adding borax to our inventory.
Need I remind you that this is what our glue stock has looked like for the past two months:
We just got some in two days ago and its already gone.
So you have to imagine the position we’re in here- where we’re advertising glue that does not exist for more than three days every two to four weeks because of these tots are hell-bent on selling slime to their sandbox buddies.
We’re not selling glue. We’re selling the concept of glue. We are selling the desire for glue. We are inspiring others to covet the glue we do not have. The glue is unknowable. It is invisible, intangible, ineffable. One day the glue uprising shall be upon us, and none shall speak its name.
So like just in case you didn’t get the message-
We are out of glue.
Glue we are out of.
Out of glue we are.
We glue of are out.
Because the dozen or so rows where we used to stock our glue is now a gaping cavity of woe, our heathen customers have decided that this is the perfect space to lazily put things that they just suddenly decide they don’t want anymore. And for some ridiculous reason, the most popular thing to leave where an associate can find it is fake flowers.
Not even the first time this has happened, people. People are attempting to build a memorial to the glue that was, and will never be again. The time of glue has passed, we shall remember it fondly. Ashes to ashes, goop to goop.
Rest in Particulate, Glue Aisle.
its the cash Biden reblog in 30 seconds for money in your future
Friend just posted a meme on facebook like “the cake is an alternative fact” and i havent laughed at a cake is a lie joke in at least five years but
She was scandalous
Merbaby is ready to explore the world.
so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.
so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT
i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.
HE GONE.
WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL.
*celine dion’s smash hit “my heart will go on” playing in the distance*
in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity.
You’re pretty chill about a corpse disappearing.
My guy, my dude, he’s been dead since 1851. He could be anywhere. He does what he wants.
Bisexuals are valid.