I'm loyal and kinky af, what more could you want?

other ppl on tumblr: have cliques groupchats @ each other all the time 

me: lonely hermit talks to myself reblogs memes

The Avengers give Peter Parker a ‘hair cut’.

“HOW.”

this is the most adorable thing i have ever seen

 ”I’m determined to be taller than you are”

determination will get you anywhere

reblog everytime when it’s on my dash

Anxiety is panicking about being late and then sitting in the parking lot for 20 minutes because you are so early

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

These could all be legit albums

This works way too well

2-8 and I got placed in Silver V. I legit thought I was gonna be put in Bronze.

Welp, time to start the grind again. I think I’ll still mark these posts with “Road to Plat” because I mean I’ve made it to gold before, so

3-7 Silver IV. Race you too gold?

If you ever question the depths of depravity available to you in Skyrim please refer to this story;

I am unable to finish the Thieves Guild quest because I accidentally killed an essential quest npc. Erikur in Solitude, you probably know him because his sister wont shut up about it. Erikur was the last quest giver I needed to become the master of the Thieves Guild. He is suppose to be essential, as in he cannot be killed ever because important npc is important. 

‘So where is he?’ I hear you asking.

He is gone. 

Gone into my characters tummy. You see, I was fooling around with the glorious weapon that is the Wabbajack and happened to turn Erikur into a sweetroll….and then I ate him. I ate Erikur. He’s gone forever. Into my tummy. 

I glitched out a main questline because I turned a man into a sweetroll and then I c o n s u m e d  h i m.

imagine: remus lupin, after the events of prisoner of azkaban, silently going up to dumbledore’s office, and throwing a frickin tantrum. “you told me not to pursue it! you told me he was guilty!”

“i did not know,” answers dumbledore, “no more than you did, remus.”

“I - DID - KNOW! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU HE WAS INNOCENT AND YOU TOLD ME TO LET IT GO! you - i - TWELVE YEARS HE ROTTED IN THAT CELL! TWELVE YEARS, AND YOU DID NOTHING! you - you………”

he draws himself up, stops shaking, and takes a deep breath.

“i quit,” he says bluntly, then turns and walks away.

this is how it happened

“ The 6-week-old caracal kittens have ventured out with mom for the first time!” (source: The Oregon Zoo)

the fuck is this

the fuck is that

the fuck is you

o\x/o

Baby ninja cats!