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My first thought was âis that Hermione?âÂ
And then:Â â#behold your new hermione headcanonâ
same ^^
Me: âHermione?â *scrolls down, finds text* âI know, right!?â
SAME, OH MY GOD
That is absolutely Hermione.
As an inside joke, the officers decided to have the cake decorated in police-blue ribbons and sugared bees (for a âstingâ).
The band, led by a city police officer, announced themselves as a weed-loving group named S.P.O.C, which stood for âSomebody Protect Our Crops.â In actuality, it was just COPS spelled backwards.
They played the song âI Fought The Law (and the Law Won)â as a signal to begin the bust.
âLetâs have some fun,â an officer shouted. âEverybody here thatâs a cop, stand up! Okay! All the rest of you motherfuckers put your hands on the table, because youâre under arrest! This is a bust!â
I found a video of The Wedding Sting, but thereâs no audio :(
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IMAGINE YOUR OTP
WOOOW
Puts every single fake married AU to shame.
this is some red wedding shit right here
All these clues and the drug dealers still couldnât figure out it was a bust?
Wow.
what sort of brooklyn nine fuckin nine
âThe Burst Heart that allows humans to combine with PokĂŠmon in the manga is in PokĂŠmon Sun and Moonâs logo.â
what could go wrong?
YOU FUCKING FUCK
This fandom is going to burn in hellÂ
None of you are free from sin.
FUCK ALL OF YâALL, YOU BUNCH OF DIPSHITS!!!
We give Japanese cartoons a hard time for recycling the same episode premises in every show, but if you think about it, not only do North American cartoons do the same thing, our stock episode premises are weird as hell.
Like:
Japanese cartoons have beach episodes.
American cartoons have that episode where the protagonist accidentally creates a whole bunch of duplicates of himself, all of whom later die horribly, with the last one standing giving the protagonist some valuable bit of life advice just before expiring.
Japanese cartoons have tournament episodes.
American cartoons have that episode where the focus character misuses time travel and accidentally erases herself, then goes on a tour of a world where she never existed and discovers that everything is terrible, because apparently her presence was literally the only thing holding back the Apocalypse.
Japanese cartoons have the festival episode.
American cartoons have the episode where someone is shrunk down to microscopic size and inserted into someone elseâs body.
Japanese cartoons have the hot springs episode.Â
American cartoons have the episode where some character gets addicted to something SUSPICIOUSLY SIMILAR TO DRUGS BUT NOT ACTUALLY DRUGS and has to break their addiction dramatically at the last second to save their friends who are like actively at that moment in lethal danger.Â

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donât fake suicide as a joke tomorrow
donât ask someone out as a joke tomorrow
donât tell someone you cheated as a joke tomorrow
donât tell someone youâre pregnant as a joke tomorrow
donât spread a rumor as a joke tomorrow
donât break up with someone as a joke tomorrow
donât call someone ugly or fat as a joke tomorrow
donât hurt someone as a joke tomorrow
donât drive like an idiot as a joke tomorrow
friendly reminder that:
you are not weak if you want meds for your disorder
you are not weak if you relapse once
you are not weak if you relapse a thousand times
you are not weak if some kinds of therapy donât work for you
you are not weak if some kinds of meds donât work for you
you are not weak if you have a mental disorder.
I will reblog every time.
Watch: Samantha Bee takes on untested rape kits and the cops and politicians who want to destroy them.
Holy fucking shit that last part oh my god
#can we just take a moment to appreciate
#that Clint
#while holed up doing a job of watching all the scientists working away
#managed to work out BEFORE the quantum physicist exactly what the fuck is going on
#with the tesseract
#by using pure logic
#it also shows that even though Nick chastises him for doing his whole âbrood in the raftersâ nesting thing
#that Clint was paying attention the whole damn time
#this is the guy who can fire arrows without looking
#who can calculate on the fly the trajectory needed to lodge an explosive arrow into a propeller
#I will punch anyone who says Clint is useless or a deadweight because heâs squishy-human and is only good for being a marksman
#because heâs deceptively smart
#and plays that close to his chest
This scene is the argument I use any time anyone tells me that heâs an irrelevant character.
âObi-Wan is a great mentor; as wise as Master Yoda, and as powerful as Master Windu.â
Heâs beauty and heâs grace.

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NOT FUNNY APRIL FOOLS JOKES
screamers
fake coming outs
fake suicide
fake crushes
stuff that could hurt someone emotionally or physically
HILARIOUSÂ APRIL FOOLS JOKES
rickrolling
putting googly eyes on stuff
putting only ONE ice cube in someoneâs drink when they asked for a COUPLE
in case you were wondering if anyone will remember your random acts of kindness:
when i was in kindergarten, i met a boy named jordan. i donât remember meeting him. i remember knowing him when, one day before dismissal, he came up and asked if he could be my friend. i was a painfully shy kid, and he was friendly and fun and talked a lot, so i said yes. we were the kind of friends that kindergarteners are: buddies during snack time, sharing the best crayons when we colored, and never even thinking that it could go outside of the walls of our school. it was fine. it was great. i had a friend. heâs the first friend i ever made on my own. heâs the first person who made me realise that i could.
my next clear memory of jordan comes when i was in fourth grade. in the morning, i was talking to kristen, who was one of my only friends at that point. she was looking forward to gym, because it was dodgeball day. i was not; i was always picked last in gym class, no matter who the team captains were. you donât pick the slow-moving kid with glasses if you want to win, and grade-schoolers can be cruel. jordan heard, though; i remember that, because i remember him looking at me as i pointed out how much i wasnât looking forward to gym, and i remember my cheeks burning because this popular kid heard about my problems.
we had lunch, and math, and finally gym to round out the day. gym, and dodgeball, and riley being one captain, and jordan being the other. and jordan, who won the coin toss, who got his pick of any kid in our class, picking me first. he didnât even hesitate. he called my name, he pointed to me, and he smiled at me when i walked up to stand next to him. when riley laughed and picked derek for his team and taunted jordan about how he was going to lose, jordan laughed right back and told him that with me on his team, he was definitely going to win. (i donât remember if we won or not. we probably didnât. all i remember is not hating dodgeball for one day, and that was enough.)
fast-forward another few years, to another gym class in another school. we were doing baseball, which was my own personal hell in seventh grade. my eyesight hadnât gotten any better, and i was too tall, too skinny, too out of touch with how to move my limbs to possibly make the bat and the ball connect. rules were rules, though, and no matter how far back in the batting line i stood, nobody was allowed to go back in the building until everyone had a chance. i made myself last every chance i could, because by that point anyone who was interested in the sport had gotten their fill and wandered away, and it didnât matter that i stuck my elbows out and hunched over the plate and swung and swung and swung at balls that kept whizzing by me and smacking into the fence.
this day, though, this day was the worst day, because i had to be in the middle of the lineup. i donât remember why; i only remember the sick feeling in my stomach, the feeling that the class would laugh at me as i stood there praying i didnât move the wrong way and get hit with the ball. when i got up to home plate, i grabbed the bat and stood there and stared at the pitching mound, and jordan smiled back at me. i was clearly nervous; it was no secret that i hated gym, wasnât any good at it. there were two kids on bases in the field, and someone in the back made a comment about striking me out; one of the kids on base groaned about how he was just going to steal home. jordan kept smiling as he walked off the mound, came up next to me, and quietly asked if he could show me how to hold the bat, how to stand. he demonstrated how to swing, and told me to just try to hit it gently. âjust like this,â he said, and held the bat out in front of himself. bunting. i knew the name, even if iâd never been able to pull it off before. âhold it there. youâll hit the ball.â
i nodded. i didnât care. i wanted it to be over with.
he walked back to the mound, looked back and me, and then took a few steps forward. âjust like i said,â he told me, and i nodded again. he tossed the ball very gently, and i held the bat out, and miracle of miracles, i bunted the ball. ârun, run,â he yelled, making a ridiculous dive for the ball, kicking it out of the way of any of the outfielders who were catching on and heading for it. âfirst base!â
i ran. i made it to first base. i laughed, because i had never been able to do that before, and jordan turned and smiled at me before returning to the mound and striking out the next three people at bat, one right after the other.
now consider this: i met jordan almost twenty-five years ago. i remember these things, these small kindnesses, the things he didnât have to do but did anyway. he probably doesnât remember doing any of them. he probably doesnât even remember me, at this point, and thatâs fine. i remember his kindness when there wasnât a ton to be had, and i remember him smiling when everyone else was laughing at me.
kindness matters. thanks for being kind, jordan. and to everyone else who has been kind, to me or to someone else: thank you, too. your kindness is noted, is appreciated, is remembered.
I used to think that adulthood was one crisis after another. I was wrong.
as it turns out, adulthood is multiple crises, concurrently, all the time, forever
Confirmed
Its always good to know what to do when your baby is in danger.
This could save lives
I had to do this twice for my dog and it saved his life. Please reblog.
I canât scroll by this, my baby and every other puppy has got me so whipped
this was the scariest thing i have ever had to do
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âthe average woman owns 16 brasâ well shit i didnt know the average woman was made of money
Average woman owns 16 bras; two that fit, one more that fits but is totally visible under 75% of clothing and canât be worn with most outfits, three that kiiind of still fit if you can disguise the quadboob, one that has the underwire sticking half out and mauls you when you try to wear it, one that was bought for an especially cheap price but ainât doin nothin to hold the girls in, seven that definitely no longer fit but they cost too much to be thrown out, plus one special occasion strapless convertible bra (that also doesnât fit)
where is the lie tho?

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oh god
Simple feminism note: never be ashamed of your period, whether you are male OR female. Theyâre a natural bodily function and since they suck, you have a right to complain and moan and whine about them. Itâs not gross, itâs your body.
Reblogging for excellent commentary. Thank you.
i fucking hate dating nerds one single time i wore a star wars shirt to see a dude and he was like, âwow are u wearing that to impress meâ and i said, âstar wars episode 4 was seen by approximately 110 million people during its initial theatrical run in 1977â
Congratulations. Youâre dating people who for the longest time have been putting up with bullying, mocking, and scorn for most of their lives. That kind of shit stays with people. So imagine their surprise when they see a member of the opposite sex, who Iâm assuming is really attractive in comparison to most people, wear attire that reps nerd culture. Which even though is accepted by the masses (if youâre reasonably attractive) is still rare. Now Iâm not saying that youâre not allowed to be scornful Iâm just saying expect it and donât be surprised when you hear it. Ok? OK.
why i dont date fucking nerds: exhibit B
Bolded emphasis mine. Gross.
Stands on nearest chair: ATTENTION MALE NERDS. YOU ARE NOT SUFFERING FROM A SHORTAGE OF FEMALE NERDS. THERE ARE VAST NUMBERS OF US, AND WE RARELY HAVE A HARD TIME FINDING EACH OTHER. YOU ARE WITHOUT FEMALE COMPANY BECAUSE YOU ARE WHINEY ASSBABIES WHO THINK YOU OWN THINGS BECAUSE YOU LIKE THEM, AND BECAUSE YOU SOMEHOW THINK YOU SUFFER BULLYING WHEREAS GIRL NERDS SOMEHOW NEVER DO. STOP PRETENDING YOU GET TO BE ASSHOLES BECAUSE YOU HAVE A âTRAGIC PASTâ OR YOU WILL DIE ALONE. IF YOU THINK GIRL NERDS DONâT GET BULLIED ITâS LIKELY BECAUSE THOSE GIRLS DONâT WANT TO TALK TO YOU, BECAUSE OF THIS SORT OF ATTITUDE.
also: fucking no one mocks nerds anymore. Game of thrones is the most watched show on tv, everyone and their mom is playing video games, dungeons and dragons is more popular than itâs ever been.
To conclude
iâm obligated to reblog the Critical Whale
Fucking thank you
Someone finally said it