Nightfall

UHHHH

This is legit one of the most creative cosplays I’ve seen recently.

catholics be like “don’t be horny kids” and then bombard you with images of half naked men tied up to things 

ur right and u should say it

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

DYING. I AM DYING.

Calling theshitpostcalligrapher! We need @theshitpostcalligrapher

This post has evolved.

I am 100 percent all for every part of this thread. I have laughed loudly and long. Thank you, thou glorious purple-hirple rhyme.

Oh….my….GOD.

Okay guys they literally did the entire ROTS movie and it is on youtube for free. It is called Star War the Third, Backstroke of the West and it has a cult following in my hometown. My brother and I have watched it through at least 4 times. Obi-Wan is the only character to swear and he drops at least 4 f-bombs. Its a meme goldmine and the only thing that keeps me from ending it all somedays.

@lemonsharks LOOK HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU

More compelling than Banksy could ever hope to achieve

fbi: but it says ‘friends to lovers’ followed by ‘mutual pining’ why did you scroll past that

nsa: it’s 3AM, please only read one-shot pwps, please dear god

cia: that’s a really specific au search ya weirdo.

#we humans have that peculiar ability to turn the worst stupidest dystopian situations#into stuff we can laugh grimly at#i appreciate that (via @the-nothing-maker)

@copperbadge

YES, THIS IS THE GOOD CONTENT I COME TO TUMBLR TO EMBRACE 

Platonic intimacy is seeing your friend’s car in the grocery store parking lot and parking so close to him that he can’t open his door and has the crawl through the passenger’s side.

Platonic intimacy is hot gluing four copies of Resident Evil – Code: Veronica to the ceiling of his hallway closet and seeing how long it takes him to notice that there’s four copies of Resident Evil – Code: Veronica hot glued to the ceiling of his hallway closet.

Platonic intimacy is watching the graceful curve of his body as he stretches in bed, fixating on the strip of skin where his shirt’s pulled up juuuust enough that you can sneeze on his exposed stomach and then run away while he’s distracted and bewildered by how super gross and unnecessary that was.

Platonic intimacy is sending him an e-mail that says, “The Harbinger of Boy Sauce is Upon You,” instead of just, like, texting him and letting him know you’re on your way to help him do his shots.

Platonic intimacy is calling him in the middle of the night and waking him up because you heard a weird noise outside that you’re about to investigate, and you need moral support and also someone to call an ambulance if you end up having to knife fight a racoon.