Reblog if you would rather ride a Jamgut than a Chocobo

oh my fucking god im like crying

… Why. Why did someone do this to me

But this was so worth the feels trip ;-;

This was cruel…

The Walmart game.

Hmm..

I dont know if I can top that.

hold on I got this

i would totally get this. 

omfg

this is my favourite post on tumblr

IT GOT BETTER

OMG CAN WE PLEASE? 

Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger: The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this. The thumb represents your parents. The index finger represents your siblings. The middle finger represents yourself. The ring finger represents your life partner. The little finger/pinky represents your children. Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip. Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.

I tried harder to separate them and I only ended up hurting my middle fingers, in other words, “mysel-

…Oh my god.

holy crap

ITS ALMOST DECEMBER AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, TIME FOR MY 2 FAVORITE IMAGES OF ALL TIME

I have no reason to post this.

Other than it being my sole argument for anyone who thinks Eugene does not love Rapunzel.

Yeah, he died for her. That may not be enough for people.

This, though. Just look.

At first, it’s a ‘Oh yay, hugs! I think I’ve decided I like hugs! Haven’t had many, but this one is real nice!’

Then the realization hits. “Oh. Hey. She’s okay. She’s not going to spend her life healing the old lady and be locked away from the world anymore.” And he hugs her tighter.

And his eyebrows. “She’s okay she’s okay she’s okay she’s okay.”

The way his eyebrows lower. Eugene has an extremely expressive face. One may argue that the tightening is for her benefit. But that does not explain his mostly hidden expression. It’s just so well done and so incredibly beautiful and I applaud whoever plotted this scene.

I would continue, but the rest of my thoughts are basically “MY FEELS!” and “MY PRECIOUS BBY!” and all sorts of other phrases Tumblr has taught me when I forget how to can.

//You are making me cry!!!!!! 

ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW RAPUNZEL IS SHAKING IN THE FIRST COUPLE FRAMES

LIKE SHE IS PROBABLY SO OVERWHELMED WITH EMOTIONS OF LOSING A PERSON WITNESSING A MIRACLE AND SEEING THEM LIVE AGAIN THAT SHE JUST BURST INTO TEARS

WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER IN HIS ARMS

^^AND AS SOON AS HE HUGGED HER TIGHTER SHE RELAXED. BECAUSE SHE REALIZED THAT HE IS THERE AND ALIVE AND SHE’S ALIVE AND EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.      My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.      One minute, 29 secods.      I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.      One minute, six seconds.      Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.       54 seconds.      Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?      30 seconds.      Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.      25 seconds.      That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.      20 seconds.      I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.      19. Faster.      18. Quicker.      17. More rapid.      16.  It’s racing.      Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.      My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.      10 seconds.      The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.      5. My heart has given up entirely.      4. I stop walking.      3. Just waiting left.      2. Everything is about to change.      1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.      “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”      As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now

(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

OH MY GOD 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.  ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.  ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.  She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.  ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.  The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.   I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.  I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.  ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.  4 seconds  He spots her.  3 seconds  His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.  2 seconds  My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.  1 second -  ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

the lAST ONE HOW DARE YOU MY HEART BROKE OMF.

Make a “laser grid” by taping yarn to the walls and let your kids try to get though it. Also great for parties and laughing at your friends.

I mean really, who doesn’t see those lasers on tv and think it would be fun to try…

Whos up for drunk lazer mazes? Lolol!

I’m doing this in my apartment on my 21st bday and no one can stop me~

Officially throwing a spy themed party and you have to get through this to get to the alcohol.

THIS WAS FOR CHILDREN 

oh tumblr

I WANT TO PLAY THE LASER YARN GAME TOO

oh

OH

OH!

That’s exactly what he said…

That’s a cute foot fetish you got there, would you mind keeping it 25796323689432 feet away from me?

25796323689432 feet you say?

this is literally my favorite post on tumblr

my friend told me to watch this cooking video while listening to sad music. so i mixed a little something for you all

Why is this funny

the ballad of a broken man

Saving this

if only i had the patience to actually make pastries…

my favourite video on the whole internet

I HEARD THE AUDIO POST OF THIS I DIDNT KNOW IT HAD A VIDEO

this movie

fuckin incredible