no gravity falls scene compares to the one in boyz crazy where one of guys in sevral times said I THINK THIS IS FOOD DAWG before eating and choking on a tape dispenser

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no gravity falls scene compares to the one in boyz crazy where one of guys in sevral times said I THINK THIS IS FOOD DAWG before eating and choking on a tape dispenser
ngl vincent tong as knuckles REALLY works for me. i do just hear kai half the time (which. understandable given he’s voiced him for a decade) but even ignoring that his voice work is really fun and a lot more consistent than nurada’s
Percival : I am the most responsible between us.
Galahad : Yesterday you set the bathroom on fire.
Percival : THERE WAS A SPIDER GALAHAD!
Galahad: You didn't have to kill the poor thing!
Percival: IT WANTED MY LIFE!
#whoa wings.
This is fucking hilarious because. Yes. They have wings. We’re both angels. It’s in our descriptions. And I got this comment like a dozen times on the photo originally. Not that I blame you for it just. I showed them and ae started laughing.
Am I alone in thinking that mag 86 was absolutely hilarious? That bitch could've killed him anytime but instead it just stood around wasting everybody's time. Icon
"And Amanda!" "Hi, how are you?" "I love your earrings today!" *expectantly* "Thank you so much!- ....okay, so-"
@onhunt said, that’s…a lot of blood. :-)
of course it’s a lot. there are two bodies, two vampires, two corpses in a heap. and their blood now covers ashley’s shoes, his hands, his clothes, the stake he’s holstered. holding his cigarette in a fist, blowing smoke out the corner of his lips, tired eyes move up toward igor, then back down to his chest, to his shirt covered in a spray of blood, gray cotton now stained black in the moonlight. the reply is quiet. dismissive. ‘ it’s not mine. ’ or most of it wasn’t, at least.
"i'll keep you posted" (does not keep me posted)