July 2012
June 2012
Fandoms in a nutshell:
that one cat is like: wait, this is new to me, i just joined and what do i d——— FEELS
Whenever I get a message on Tumblr, I get more excited than Steve from Blue's Clues whenever he got mail.
Play
like 90% of the ocean remains unexplored and you’re telling me mermaids don’t exist smh
See what your followers think of you.
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but i really love your blog.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
that awkward moment when you remember peebles is a cannibal
*starts a new anime*
- Me: Alright, who can I ship first?
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3:30
Sir Midol the Protector of All (warning: This contains a story about a period battle)
It was 9:00 on June 26, 2012 when it all started. I was enjoying my time playing Dragon Age II for the billionth time when every thing changed. I was already in the mists of my monthly war and I finally gained some ground, or so I thought. It had been 3 days since the war started and I was almost certain the war was coming to an end. My platoon leader Midol and I predicted the war would be over in 4 days time. Instead we were ambushed and I took a direct hit. My Platoon leader was too far away to hear my cries, but wounded and bleeding I was able to make my way to Midol. He helped me on my feet again and now I am just in recovery. Midol thinks rest is best for me now. I found the best position for recovery is to sit in the fetal position, it hurts less. I remain in pain for the time being, but my survival today is all thanks to Midol. Thank-you Midol.
- Love Breauna
The good thing about being a Potterhead is that you can blame Nargles for everything
Teacher: Why haven’t you turned in your homework?
Mom: Why is your room so dirty?
Friend: Dude, why are you always late?
Dad: Who allowed you to stay out past curfew?
Sibling: The fuck did you just hit me for?
Police: Why are you driving a stolen vehicle?
Me: Why am I wasting my life on the internet?
