this is a metaphor for my life
that poor fucking cat is so confused
after a few messages an a revisit to this post, i’ve decided that this is not a cat
Why would you even think that was a cat oh my god please just go outside
Jack barakat being a ball of sunshine. My edits don’t remove text.
It’s been a really wild year on this website.
I CANT FUCKING BREATHE.
the last one
I’m calling it now.
I see great things ahead for this guy.
I cannot stop reblogging this.
MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”
WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.
this is everything.
They didn’t find him for a week.
reblogging because i headcanoned that they only found him because Tony happened to be flying that way and was like “that’s a freaking huge bird nesting in th- WHAT THE HECK CLINT? GUYS I FOUND CLINT!”
Did anyone else notice the name Dean went by when he worked at the spa??
AS IN THE LAST NAME OF THE VESSEL CAS USES, JIMMY NOVAK.
I mean he might as well have said
"Hello, I’m using my secret love’s last name because I LOVE HIM AND I WOULD DOODLE IT ON MY NOTEBOOK IF I WAS IN 6TH GRADE."
I can’t believe my stupid little post has over 11000 notes. I fucking love you guys, and our fandom.
life’s too short to give a shit about stuff.