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My name's Maddy and I'm the girl of your dreams.
I'm way too gay to think straight, 17, a proud Bostonian, obsessive compulsive, and I say hella a lot

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shinykaito:

Okay but Never Gonna Give You Up (better known as Rickroll) is actually a really really horrible song for many reasons, which I will better explain under the cut. 

Brace yourselves, this is pretty long.

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flansjohnburgh:

theantigovernor:

flansjohnburgh:

what does html stand for?

hypertext markup language

no i mean like, what does it believe in?

marvelobsessions:

remember when the avengers was new?

remember how exciting it was to finally have some of our favorite superheros interacting in one movie?

remember getting chills during this scene?

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remember feeling like a superhero when the screen went black and the credit music…

tikidistractions:

mulletwing:

pardonmewhileipanic:

proudoftheworst:

fuckyehandrewyeh:

nimblenomad:

I’m posting this gif almost entirely because of this mans untuck…

dbz landing.

for a while i thought this was just reversed, but then i realised that you can’t reverse the landing.. WHAT THE FUCK. How you do that son?!

i can barely get out of bed without tripping
and then there’s this asshole

This is some graceful, superhero shit right here. 

Hi yes I would like to report a lost super hero.

tikidistractions:

mulletwing:

pardonmewhileipanic:

proudoftheworst:

fuckyehandrewyeh:

nimblenomad:

I’m posting this gif almost entirely because of this mans untuck…

dbz landing.

for a while i thought this was just reversed, but then i realised that you can’t reverse the landing.. WHAT THE FUCK. How you do that son?!

i can barely get out of bed without tripping

and then there’s this asshole

This is some graceful, superhero shit right here. 

Hi yes I would like to report a lost super hero.

sarahkeilman94:

I’m at the grocery store with my grandparents and my grandpa has wandered away and now my grandma is going up every isle yelling his name and im hiding behind a cookie display cuz i dont want anyone to know im with the crazy woman screaming dick at the top of her lungs

missworded:

We all ask ourselves why these Coachella people are so hell-bent on wearing shitty tourist versions of Native American headdresses.  Through research and careful study, I have finally determined why.
These are the descendents of the Coach-hell-ha* tribe originally based in California.  This tribe was started by a guy named Whitey McAsshole, a well-to-do man of his day, in the 1880s.  He saw Native Americans being oppressed all around him, usually by him, and became very upset at all the attention they got from liberal hippies.  Why doesn’t anyone want to give me smallpox blankets? he asked himself.  And why are my suits so boring and old-West-ey?  He decided to kill two birds with one stone (literally, they were getting on his nerves) by wearing a colorful headdress for funsies.  The Native Americans he hadn’t chased out of the area protested that their cultural heritage wasn’t a costume to be appropriated while doing drugs in the dirt, but who cared what they thought, anyway — they didn’t even speak American good or have lots of money.  Besides, it was racist against whites when Native Americans spoke.
And so the tradition of the colorful headdress spread amongst the McAssholes and their friends.  They adopted many other rituals, too, such as wearing bras as shirts, desperately trying to get into VIP tents by saying they know Katy Perry, and limiting the voting rights of everyone who looks different.  The spirit of the Coachella tribe has extended far and wide, but they gather once a year in California to celebrate their roots and dance very awkwardly with no rhythm and stupid arm movements that usually end with an elbow to someone’s eye and sloshed, lukewarm beer.  It’s a beautiful sight, one that everyone should avoid at all costs.
*Coach-hell-ha is actually pronounced “Romney.”

missworded:

We all ask ourselves why these Coachella people are so hell-bent on wearing shitty tourist versions of Native American headdresses.  Through research and careful study, I have finally determined why.

These are the descendents of the Coach-hell-ha* tribe originally based in California.  This tribe was started by a guy named Whitey McAsshole, a well-to-do man of his day, in the 1880s.  He saw Native Americans being oppressed all around him, usually by him, and became very upset at all the attention they got from liberal hippies.  Why doesn’t anyone want to give me smallpox blankets? he asked himself.  And why are my suits so boring and old-West-ey?  He decided to kill two birds with one stone (literally, they were getting on his nerves) by wearing a colorful headdress for funsies.  The Native Americans he hadn’t chased out of the area protested that their cultural heritage wasn’t a costume to be appropriated while doing drugs in the dirt, but who cared what they thought, anyway — they didn’t even speak American good or have lots of money.  Besides, it was racist against whites when Native Americans spoke.

And so the tradition of the colorful headdress spread amongst the McAssholes and their friends.  They adopted many other rituals, too, such as wearing bras as shirts, desperately trying to get into VIP tents by saying they know Katy Perry, and limiting the voting rights of everyone who looks different.  The spirit of the Coachella tribe has extended far and wide, but they gather once a year in California to celebrate their roots and dance very awkwardly with no rhythm and stupid arm movements that usually end with an elbow to someone’s eye and sloshed, lukewarm beer.  It’s a beautiful sight, one that everyone should avoid at all costs.

*Coach-hell-ha is actually pronounced “Romney.”

dianeraeb:

siriuus:

do action movies know they can have more than one female character

Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions.