@holly-take-the-wheel / holly-take-the-wheel.tumblr.com
me: people who buy shirts with the pepsi or coca cola logo are dumb like why would you SPEND money to be a walking advertisement???
me when I see anything with just the star wars or NASA logo: holy shit holy shit holy sthi holy s
“pride month is almost over”??? you fools. it’s twentygayteen, every month is pride month. it’s pride year.
She has been blessed by the gods of lifting. May her gains be forever yuge.
Boi i was not ready
she lets them feel her biceps
Game developers please take notes: when you allow for ‘muscular’ options for women, please give us arms that are at least this size! Not that dainty shit you keep pawning off on us.
A goddess among mortals
One time I was playing the sims and I wanted to make me and mike but I wanted to make us separately and have us meet. But when I moved into my house, I had this sexy ass neighbor. I figured I could have a fling with him and break it off and get with Mike later but then the neighbors kid got attached to me and I couldn’t just end it when I was so close to his daughter. I really cared about him too.
So the only thing I could do was have it end in tragedy. That way I wouldn’t have to break up with the guy and I could adopt his daughter to stay close to her. He passed away peacefully on fire in the kitchen. Now in previous games, when a kid is taken away by CPS, the next kid you adopt is the same kid. Welp that didn’t carry over into sims 4 so the daughter ended up being taken away and erased from the game by the great sims deity.
I’m a sentimental man, so I kept neighbor mans tombstone around. I’d occasionally chat with his ghost, but he seemed cold to me. I can’t help but thinking he was a bit mad his daughter no longer existed. But this escalated once I started seeing Mike. His ethereal visits became more frequent and more hostile, usually breaking my electronics or creating a mess. But he went overboard when he started the fire.
Being a sim the died in a fire, his ghost had certain abilities specific to his death (setting fires). He got pissed because I kissed Mike so he set my couch on fire that ended up barricading us in the bedroom. Now I couldn’t find the fire alarm in buy mode and I hadn’t had the foresight to predict my spiteful ghost died-in-a-fire ex boyfriend would be an afterlife arsonist to care about it that much so a lot of the house had burned by the time I could get the FD there.
After having almost nothing covered by insurance (thanks Obama), Mike sat me down to have a talk with me. While I couldn’t understand him, I imagine he said “What the fuck you need to deal with your crazy ass ex boyfriend ghost. This never would have happened if you weren’t a thirst little sim bitch and dated me first.”
I approached the grave. It was time to release him. He was waiting for me. He knew this was the end. That after this, there was no coming back from the afterlife. I know he tried to kill me, and he knows I got his daughter deleted, but at that moment, it was just like old times. Telling each other jokes 27 times in a row until he would have sex with me.
We had a final ghostly embrace and he was gone. I sold his tombstone for 300 bucks and bought a microwave.
I enjoyed this more than the last season of AHS
“He died peacefully on fire in the kitchen.”
One of my favorite things to see is random people trying to interact with unfamiliar outdoor cats. Just standing there with a hand out, making kissy noises, maybe meowing at the cat while it ignores them. Mankind at its best and least dignified
if you want to interact with a cat that doesn’t know you, sit down not facing it. glance at it occasionally and make an inviting noise, but mostly just play with your phone or whatever.
the cat will almost certainly come over to check you out sooner or later. it’ll stay out of arm’s reach because it doesn’t know if you’re a jerk. offer your hand and let the cat sniff. wait. if the cat wants pettins, it will indicate that by noofing your hand, flopping on its side, or coming in close.
the cat may want to be bros but not get pettins. in that case, it will sit or lie near you but out of reach. this is friendly! the cat is saying, you’re a person in my neighborhood! hi neighbor!
of course, it’s possible that the cat is a great big cuddleslut and will come love all over you. that happens too. but if it doesn’t, that doesn’t mean it’s an unfriendly cat. be chill and let the cat choose how close to get, and you’ll find most cats are pretty friendly.
The only information that matters
n o o f i n g
I was in a tattoo parlor and Rihanna came in wearing bell bottom jeans, chuncky heels and no shirt. When I asked her where her shirt was, she looked me in the face and said, “Oh hun, today is a titties out kind of day.“
The anger I felt when I saw the url is… indescribable.
Holy shit this was a prediction not a fucking poll
The prophecies are true
He was a sk8r boi…
Got tagged by @aqono-luna-main thanks for tagging me!!!
Rules: Bold what you like and tag ten people.
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1: Coffee or Tea.
2. Early Bird or Night Owl.
3: Chocolate or Vanilla.
4: Spring or Fall.
5: Silver or Gold.
6: Pop or Alternative.
7: Freckles or Dimples.
8: Snakes or Sharks.
9: Mountains or Fields.
10: Thunderstorms or Lightning.
11: Egyptian Mythology of Greek Mythology.
12: Ivory or Scarlet.
13: Flute or Lyre.
14: Eyes or Lips.
15: Witch or Fairy.
16: Opal or Diamond.
17: Butterflies or Honeybees.
18: Macaroons or Eclairs.
19: Typewritten or Handwritten.
20: Secret Garden or Secret Library.
21: Rooftop or Balcony.
22: Spicy or Mild.
23: Opera or Ballet.
24: London or Paris.
25: Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet.
26: Denim or Leather.
27: Potions or Spells.
28: Ocean or Desert.
29: Mermaid or Siren.
30: Masquerade Ball or Cocktail Party.
I don’t know who to tag so... go ahead y’all if you wanna.
“20gayteen” is such a powerful name for a year. I’m gonna miss it when it’s 2019
rest in fucking pieces, mr. darcy
paintedtapestry THIS SCENE
Well, I didn’t see THAT coming.
Still one of my favorite things on the internet.
get him
SLAAAAAY
I’M HOLLERING!
Wonder Woman greeting T’Challa with the Wakanda Forever salute, but forgetting what happens when she clashes her gauntlets like that
Accidentally blowing him through three walls, a car, and M’Baku
He is, of course, completely fine, but that was certainly not the greeting he expected from the suddenly VERY apologetic Princess
Bonus: T’Challa runs back to Diana and does the salute again, channeling the power from the improved kinetic absorption and redistribution on his suit, and launches Diana straight into the sky. They laugh about it later.
This is the wholesome content I signed up for
Further bonus: during a later team-up, the villain has T’Challa by the throat and is threatening to snap his neck if Diana comes any closer. She hesitates, at which point the villain laughs and asks if T’Challa has any last words. Of course he does:
“Wakanda Forever…”
Diana just smiles…
The cross continuity friendship we deserve
Someone made art!
Some of my favorite Anfisa (aka Angry Cat No Banana) pictures!
Instagram: angrycatnobanana
Consider this
Consider these
I’m the cowboy you see in the corner of your eye when its dark and you’re scared
Cow… Boy??
*the room goes pitch black and you see the brim of a hat out of the corner of your eye*
the cowboy starts to glow you look at the clock fuck, it’s that time again…
The picture hasn’t even loaded yet, but if this ISN’T a picture of McCree, I’m going to shit myself
Customer (calling from Ireland): “Yes hello, I would like to -”
Sheep in the background: *gentle baa*
Customer: “Uh, sorry, what I want to do is -”
Sheep: *slightly more insistent baa*
Customer: “No, not now! -cough- Excuse me. I have a reservation and -”
Sheep: *VERY LOUD ACCUSATORY BAA*
Customer: “Arnulf! Please be quiet, I am on the phone! … Sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Arnulf.”
me: “I love and forgive him.”
Customer: “Don’t, he doesn’t deserve it. Anyway, I’m calling about -”
Arnulf: *small, very self-satisfied baa*
I once took my kids to a local farm and we found a lil goat with its horns stuck in a fence, just sitting there kinda mournfully on the grass. We tried to help it get free but it was stuck tight. We petted it for a while and fed it some grass (as it had lawnmowered a circle around itself as far as it could reach), and then went back to the ticket office to tell them it needed help, but before I’d said more than: “There’s a goat-” the guy cut me off with a weary wave and said, “Yeah, we know. Stuck in the fence. That’s Brenda. She can get herself out whenever she wants. She just likes the attention.”
Trolled by a fucking goat.
i’m fucking dying “yeah that’s brenda”
