when did we replace the word “said” with “was like”
When it occured to us that “said” implies a direct quote, while “was like” clarifies that you mean to communicate the person’s tone and general point without quoting them word for word.
Puberty was kind to this one.
COMIN’ FOR THE BOOTY
I just love the character design for Big Sisters so much. They’re these vicious, hateful creatures who want you ten different kinds of dead and their armor is this terrifying assortment of scavenged parts and scrap metal… and then you notice the pretty pink ribbons and doodles of fish and you realize that these shrieking death machines have at some point allowed Little Sisters to crawl all over them and give them “makeovers” in an attempt to pretty them up and if that isn’t the most adorable mental image I don’t know what is.
I like shipping the cheerful one with the grumpy one
Why are you saying “oh no” there’s a reason the condom was there. Would you rather whoever took it to go have unsafe sex?
0 to 100 real quick
but imagine pulling the wrong lipstick when youre not paying attention
wanna know how i got these scars
Such fierce. Very battle.
Snake: I SHALL VANQUISH THEE, VAST FURRY SNAKE!
Cat: wtf are you even doing, tiny tube monster?
OMG ITS SO CUTE I CAN’T
TINY TUBE MONSTER
pls tag me :(
You shouldn’t have done this. Now I’m going to start tagging you in a lot of memes >.>
WANNA SLAM SOME JAMS WITH ME, LITTLE FLUFF MAN?
on a lighter note, i’m trying to pick a name for my art blog
how do i combine sparkles and zombies
my votes for that
This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.