killer queen

rodneykong:

ghostgif:

98% of divorces are caused by Mario Party 

yes your honor, this marriage can no longer work out after the trauma I suffered from my wife stealing not one, but TWO of my stars

sharonosbourne:

thnx for unfollowing me take a mint on ur way out

deeperstateofmind:

#yep #and so far they haven’t saved you from hell yet

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icwok:

changing themes is such a traumatic experience

(Source: sidnugget)

“Nobody says anything about that”

my fucking man.

DAYUM

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necromorph-slayinglovemachine:

I’m really glad Staryu and Starmie were added

poorchrysalis:

i hate when ur out of the loop and miss everything important. what do u mean they hooked up. what do u mean u have a boyfriend. what do u mean someone shot archduke ferdinand

hellanne:

(by Marta Soltys)

lil’ bird looks like pop-eye!

walmart-stripper:

thegrandstonedblood:

queersuperteens:

penjolina:

piddlebucket:

randomstabbing:

hilariousslut:

aliveforalittlewhile:

warcrimenancydrew:

historywhore:

warcrimenancydrew:

do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?

This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.

^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.

In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.

It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.

I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes.

“NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF.

“AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF.

Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over.

same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM

when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper,

and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street.

so of course i came back with

moving out of the way for them as i walked.

he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do.

Whenever I fly down to visit my parents, I inevitably have at least one flight where I’m sitting next to a guy who, despite the fact that he’s thin and has plenty of space (while I’m heavier and rather wide, so I don’t) feels entitled to take the entire armrest.

And I, inevitably, work my elbow in behind his and pointedly press against his arm until he’s given up half of it, because fuck you asshole, I deserve armrest space, too.

(I have never had this problem with a woman.  When I sit next to women, they either avoid the armrest entirely or they take up about half of it, leaving room for me to use it as well.)

"I am a self-diagnosed past addict. I pine for lost love. I think incessantly about love I never had, love I really want to have, love I’ll never have."

violentbaudelaire:

”This is my favorite photo in the world - me and Linus, born to a dairy cow and ordered to be killed when the farmer saw he was a male (and thus useless in the dairy industry). A compassionate individual intervened, and he was brought to a sanctuary. I met him when he was a few days old and 60 pounds, and he would always try to sit on my lap. Today, 7 years young and 1500 pounds, he still tries to sit on my lap.”

- Colleen Patrick-Goudreau

secretaryofswagriculture:

tsarcasm:

i wish i could blacklist benedict cumberbatch but no one bothers to spell his name correctly so what would even be the point

posted about this earlier today so pls tag your bumblebee cul-de-sac posts k thx

greenchestnuts:

reallifescomedyrelief:

 

lostintrafficlights:

littlefuckinglesbian:

jawdust:

where is this guy’s blockbuster movie

hero.

Oh my god this is folk tale stuff

This is true:

“Dashrath did not want anyone else to suffer the same fate as his wife, so he carved a 360-foot-long (110 m) through-cut, 25-foot-deep (7.6 m) in places and 30-foot-wide (9.1 m) to form a road^[5] through a mountain in the Gehlour hills, working day and night for 22 years from 1960 to 1982.”

360’ x 25’ x 30’ through solid rock.

Also, apparently someone did make a movie about him but it’s held up in court.

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