Don't Panic

I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he’s ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he’ll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like “see how I take care of you Owen?” and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, “Geez Wes look at this,” and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, “I see you finally found my secret, Owen,” and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he’s fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) “We both know this can’t get out, right?” and he’ll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson’s cheeks but he can’t say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, “look, I’ll drive you to the airport, huh?” and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it’s futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, “I’ll miss working with you” and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson’s Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

EVERYTIME I SEE THIS POST I’M AFRAID TO SCROLL TO THE END OF IT BECAUSE I ALWAYS THINK BETTY WHITE HAS DIED

Reblog Jedi Betty for good luck now and forever

can someone transcribe this? I have auditory processing issues.

Please. A transcription would be nice.

Now with transcript!

if i may add: mai is dating zuko who is dating sokka who is dating suki who is dating mai

hell yeah you may add that

based on this and a number of other responses/tags, we can conclude that, within the polycule, Mai and Sokka have a weird friendship, and Ty Lee is also there but just for Mai *slams gavel*

Ahhhhhh, haha, die fuckin mad about it, terfs.

i feel bad for terfs sometimes. sailor moon? hates you. poison ivy? hates you. wonder woman? hates you. all their iconic lesbins would punch them int he throat

I’m loving this post but please remember that both Poison Ivy and Wonder Woman are confirmed bisexauls

This is not fair for rayshard at all :/ especially knowing if i was in that situation they would have let me go with a warning at most and let me continue to walk home.

it’s so rare, yet so fulfilling, to see the J-man on my dash

Canon Jesus is better than Fandom Jesus.

we have Ten Days

coincidentally, according to Dark (Netflix) the date of the Apocalypse is 27th of June 2020.