billcosbysextape:

omfg

I will never not recabbage this.

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yourcreepyuncle:

if you’re sad just remember

imagine them coming for you

tackling you

licking your face

covering you in their excited puppy wiggles

imagine how fluffy that’d be

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Throne of Bone: With a little bit of effort, you feel “livelier.”

Except no one is going to make future students read what would be fanfics about our lives in every single English class ever.

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legnaangel:

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midnightmonochrome:

spenacethemenace:

fauxboy:

And yet M. Night Shamalan couldn’t do it with millions of dollars.

THE COMMENT^^^
YESSS!!! 

oh my god….

Reblog for both awesome cosplayers and amazing comment

If costume makers put the same level of love and devotion into their work as good cosplayers do, there would not be a bad costume in Hollywood.

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curlycurvynotquitestraight:

ffa - firefly fans anonymous.

raise your hands if Firefly has ruined your life.

Sometimes I re-watch the whole series, because I miss what they were never given the chance to become. We should do to FOX what Mal did to Jubal Early.

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So true.

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requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

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invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

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How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

Can we just write out Pokemon’s first season in the manner of Stephenie Meyer? It will (of course) be a better love story than Twilight, it will sell millions of copies, and the only thing that will sparkle will be Ash’s oversized anime eyes.

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This is the only snack awesome enough for Chuck Norris.

P.S. Freaking A, now I want some.

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