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What #Barricade will look like in the new #Transformers movie!

Transparent Prowl for all your transparent Prowl needs

Plus my personal fave:

Pulling receipts on people is one of them. 

Even creepier, the people who go out of their way to send asks like “Just so you know, you reblogged so-and-so and they said something homophobic three years ago.” 

Okay? So? I’m just here reblogging dog pictures and funny screen caps from trash tv shows. I don’t really care what so-and-so said three years ago. 

You know who else said ignorant shit three years ago? Me. 

You know who else said ignorant shit three years ago? You, probably. 

I mean, if I reblog something from someone who is actively, currently, human garbage… like if I reblog something from someone who is on par with Donald Trump, go ahead and tell me. 

Otherwise, maybe just let it go and stop pouring so much energy into policing the internet. Most of the people here are in their teens and early twenties. They are going to say ignorant shit that they regret!

If you are currently in your teens and twenties and you’re bristling at the idea that you too may be saying ignorant shit that you are going to regret, just you wait and see. 

The official subdivisions for archeology in the Library of Congress’s book classification system are unintentionally hilarious. 

Audience: I do not want this tasteless poison for my mind.

Corporation: You will not give us your money?

Audience: No. You have nothing to offer. Nothing that I need, want, or enjoy.

Corporation *dares to be offended*

And when we consumers make a statement that we collectively don’t like something by not buying it, instead of bitching about how no one’s buying, maybe try to produce something that WILL sell. How is that not the natural order of commerce?

Meet Joe Simonton.

Now this man right here lived in Eagle River, Wisconsin in 1961 and was just mindin’ his own business like any Wisconsin dweller in the late morning when, according to his statement, a casual, giant fucking UFO landed in his backyard. Stay with me here, aight, because not only did he claim aircraft touched down in his humble little lawn, but apparently a bunch of little dudes got out to ask (telepathically) for water. Bear with me here, ok, because according to him when he came back outside with a thing of water there were a bunch more aliens chilling outside of the ship…

…making pancakes.

As most aliens do upon making contact with other civilizations, truly. 

So apparently they give Joe 3 of these pancake things in exchange for the water and take off because why the fuck would they hang around

and of course in the name of science Joe eats one and claims it tasted like cardboard but anYwAyS

So he takes the pancakes to the authorities to analyze and they find that they are in fact made of flour and grease and yada yada yada so they naturally assume this guy just fried up some pancakes and brought them in BUT

What they can’t explain is the fact that there were actually signs of some form of large object having taken off from Joe’s lawn.