#goddamnit you two

[chickensarentcheap]

Double denim. Can we not do this? Please? I do not want the trend of the Canadian tuxedo to return

@tragiclyhip

[official-adam-hdtf]

Did fuckin, Mitch n Nick stay up all night I think they did

[attackatosh]

Dude, its frisbee. Chill. You do not need to go ham on every single goddamn throw you mAKE

[supersplash-smash-blog]

Cue Blue being smacked in between the eyes with a boomerang, apparently.

Because the poor guy hasn’t had enough.

[one-warm-line]

I just wanna talk about this interview(?) / publicity piece for a second because…

[answering an audience member’s question and discussing putting the album out]

“…and then I couldn’t find Julian. He’s like big foot. I’ve got a photo of him out of focus.

(miming hunting bigfoot with a camera)

It’s bigfoot! No, it’s Julian Barratt. I saw him in Flowers - that’s the last time I saw him. I have to watch him on telly.

(miming reaching out and making sad whining noises)

Like when dogs watch telly cause their owners are on there…

(barks)

No, I do see him occasionally and we do talk about doing stuff but we never quite get round to it. I feel bad because every time I go ‘yeeeeeeah were doing a film!’ and then we don’t everyone goes ‘you fuckin lied!’

It’s like a dad with their children going we’re definitely going to fort park! …and then going yeah sorry, your uncle never showed up.”

-          Noel Fielding

in Conversation at Rough Trade East, London (x)

28 Sept 2016

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I know they’ve spent time together with each other since this but maaaaaan, stick a fork in my heart and call it done.  He plays it all off in a funny way but oooooh Noel…I just want to hug him sometimes.

[true-king-of-monsters]

Vergil: Why do people always say my apologies never sound sincere?

Dante: Probably because if you sound like an asshole, you are an asshole.

Vergil: *stabs Dante*

Dante: Case in point....

[dresswithcherriesonit]

Continued from [ xxx ]

@sexybrute

There was a certain panic that rose through her whenever she was grabbed. It brought back years of repressed moments where she remembered the exact moment she had been taken, the exact day where her life had fallen to pieces...the exact day she lost her voice. This time, though, she was safe in her brother’s arms. 

Jesse moved with a swiftness that even she forgot he had, one ear pressed to his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. If a heartbeat could sound angry, his did. Juliette felt a hand cup over her ear and pulled closer to him, preparing for what was going to come next.

There it was. Jesse lost his temper and started screaming at the guard, who, in his defense, was doing his job. Of course, he was doing a terrible job, but it was still his job. Juliette squeezed her eyes shut, flinching at Jesse hurled his ID card and led her into the school.

He was quick to start checking her over, smoothing her hair out, and generally being harshly overprotective. Then, when did he stop doing that? Juliette looked up at him, clear blue eyes glistening with unshed tears, but otherwise unharmed. She blinked a few times, wiping at her face before rapidly trying to sign at him.

“I’m okay, it’s okay, I’m sorry.”

She was so rattled that both her hands and voice shook when she realized he probably didn’t understand too much of what she was trying to say.

“I’m---fine, I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me, he was just doing his job, I’m sorry, I forgot my ID card in my room, I didn’t mean to cause trouble, I should have called my roommate, I just---”

What a mess she had caused. Juliette instinctively froze as she heard footsteps. 

“Get back here!”

A second set of footsteps.

“Brian, you fucking moron! What the hell was that?! You’ve been here one day and already caused a damn fight?!”

She heard a hushed, but angry argument between the two, before the next statement popped up.

“She’s a student here, stupid. Did you try calling one of us to check before practically assaulting her? She’s not a threat, she’s mute and my damn twelve year old is bigger than she is, what is she gonna do, sign at people until they die of confusion? Go to base and don’t fucking say a word to anyone until I get there.” 

The footsteps faded. Later that night, she would find both Jesse’s ID and a new ID for herself taped to her door with a formal apology from administration.

But for now, in this moment, she was offering her brother a tearful smile.

“Sorry, Jesse, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just froze, I should have just...I don’t know, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me, I didn’t mean to.”

[precognitiveignition]

why do i play songs that i know will hurt my head