Ianthony fandom, just for you
if anyone wants to watch it. my reaction is pretty funny though
me: he is such a little shit he is literally a piece of trash i cant stand his face
friend: so you hate him?
me: no hes my favorite character
REBLOG LIKE AN ULTIMATE DIGIMON
THIS NEEDS MORE NOTES
nope sorry no more reblogs cause we’ve all hit POST LIMIT GODDAMMIT
you motherfucker tumblr
dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.
It is keeping me alive
THIS IS THE GUY THAT STOLE TYLER OAKLEY’S HAIR PRODUCT
IM YELLIN RN
MAKE TYLER FIND THE THING
IM SCREAMING TYLER
LITERALLY THIS BOY WILL LIKE MY POSTS THAT HAVE LIKE TWO NOTES BUT HE WONT REBLOG THIS
COME ONE TY GET IT TOGETHER GIRL
This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:
"how will i explain gay couples to my children”
if you can explain to your children that an immortal man in a red suit who lives in the north pole travels around the entire world on one night every year on a sleigh carried by magical flying deer i think itll be easy enough to tell them two people are in love