#oh my god

That’s what they said

I love how many of them are praying

man that one in the front right corner just does not give a fuck

And by looking at that picture, you can experience the roller coaster… vicariously.

even better than the one in the front right corner: the one in the front middle who’s like HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

Wait but there are more! 

Now this is the sort of quality religious content I want to see on my dashboard

SEEMS LIKE A HELL OF A RIDE

HOLY WATER SLIDE

Washington: You’re being quiet. Madison: No, I’m being passive aggressive.

Hamilton: Okay, Burr! Me, Jefferson and Madison are on a rapidly sinking ship. You can only save one of us, who do you choose?

Burr: Do I have to save someone?

Jefferson: Jesus fucking Christ.

i walk on stage at coachella 2018 with a guitar case and i open it up and it’s just packed with mashed potatoes and i sit down n start eating calmly

i roll for initiative

you roll a nat 20

i rush on stage before security can stop me and eat some of your mashed potatoes

Based on a true story.

this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family. 

I’m half German, and my father’s side of the family is full blooded German. My father owns a business that deals with a lot of international calls, and during my early tween years he got a lot of business calls at all hours of the day and night from all over the world. 

Now, when i first met my best friends, I had them sleeping over at my house, and we were watching TV. Every few minutes the phone would ring, and our caller ID would project at the top of the television screen. 

I was bullied a lot as a kid, so my dad told me to tell people if they asked what my father did, that he was in the German Mafia.

So, naturally when my friends asked who was calling, I made the joke it was business cause my dad was in the German Mafia, and the joke stuck. 

And it spread, too. Middle school was filled with jokes about my family and the mafia, but they were just jokes. That I was in the mafia, my dad was a mafia boss, etc. etc.

Those jokes continued into high school, where, in my junior year I was in a big depressive spell. I wore my hair tied back from my face a lot, and in my history class, these jokes were cracked a little more often as we began our European Studies. One day, my History teacher, the most amazing teacher I had in high school, walked between me and my best friend, as our desks were right next to each other, while we had been making one of these jokes. 

He paused, and reached out, tapping my right temple twice while a huge, cheeky grin spread on his face and he just went. 

“Good to see you finished your induction.” and walked away.

I was confused, my best friend and I were staring at each other for a solid ten minutes before we got back to work. 

When I went home that night, I looked up a bunch of stuff about the German Mafia. The German Mafia would often do a tattoo of 3 dots on someone once they had finished their “trials” and were accepted. This was most often done in cases of murder, and other crimes. Where the tattoos were placed meant different things. Hands were the norm, but sometimes a tattoo would be placed on the face. 

These tattoos are now mostly outdated, and are usually just prison tattoos done for years/crimes committed in prison, but some branches of Russian, Cuban, and German mafias still use the three dot tattoos. 

I was flabbergasted for two reasons. One, that my teacher knew all of this about the German mafia, and, Two, that he pointed out the three freckles on my temple that make a perfect triangle. 

For the rest of my Junior and Senior year, the mafia jokes dwindled less and less, because people actually believed I was in the mafia. 

I never told them I wasn’t, either.

People on twitter are making collages of my cosplays and they’re so cute!! (Ig: kieraplease)

BurrnFic Masterlist

Jamilton: 

Jefferson’s Deceit 

City Of Love

Just Some Cancer Kids

Down On The River

Hamliza:

Anything For You, My Love

Lams:

Home

John x OC:

What The Heck I Gotta Do

Platonically Yours

Jefferson x OC:

Lollipop

Lafayette x OC:

You Are My Baby

Mon Amour

Lin x OC:

Give It Time

Daveed x OC: 

Embrasse-moi

Are You The Global Warning Guy?

And You’ll Blow Us All Away

Help me prove to my cousin that Bucky Barnes is a relevant character in the MCU

We’ve been arguing about it. He thinks that just because he doesn’t have powers, he’s a waste of space… Which obviously isn’t true.

Help me get 10,000 notes on this to prove him wrong. (I know it’s a lot but he’s insisting)

Yeah…okay we need to get these numbers up so im just tagging everyone in my perma-tag list lol. BUCKY ARMY GO! @ryverpenrad @nenyakj @magellan-88 @dustycelt @wildestdreamsrps @darkhinata15 @the-great-irene @hellkat2 @mo320 @crownie-sr @aquabrie @tessab154 @yknott81 @thekayceenicole @musichowler @marveldcmistress @tamianich @thecupcakeconsumer @everybodycriesonce @lostinspace33

What the shit?!?!?!?! @frenchtherainbow @theimpossibleg1rl @becaamm

Okay, Bucky Squad, you know what do to. 

Forever Tags: @lilasiannerd @andyl394 @vaultingphilosophy @wayward-oneshots @theas-bedtime-stories @ria132love          Marvel forever tags: @shieldagentofthemonth @redroomproperty                Bucky Tag list: @flightofthefantasies @andreaatlyss                     Who is in Control: @dontfuckwithkezolas @ballerinafairyprincess @97britt @bexboo616 @the-fastest-mutant-sith @marvelbase001 @magellan-88 @melconnor2007 @aqueenwithoutherkingx @all-of-the-little-infinites @38leticia @queenofbandland @mytasterpeculiar @jade-cheshire                     On your knees, little girl: @lucyrissy @chipilerendi @vibranium-arm @barnesandrogery @amrita31199 @the-great-irene @eileenlikesyou-maybe @littlemissnice11 @the-strandedgypsy @fuck-my-usermane @wholocked397 @illiter-ace @aqueenwithoutherkingx @emma-fitch  @the-fastest-mutant-sith @afanofmanystuffs  @learisa @josie605

Idk who to tag but wtf dood

“Hey Jack how’d you get that black eye?”

Jack:

Jack: “oh.. you know.. fighty stuff..”

You should have seen the other guy

tomorrow

Always reblog NSYNC the day before May

Queueing this for next year

Moana is such a great film it gives me chills every time

Godmarked

Fandom: Moana Words: 2,400 Category: Gen Relationship: Moana & Maui

Summary: As the mortal who restored Te Fiti, Moana’s fairly accustomed to receiving gifts - anywhere from bowing and scraping to feasts thrown in her honor. She’s even come face-to-face with gods intent on displaying their gratitude. But this offer? This one’s new.

Shoutout to @paperjam-bipper and @procrastinatingbookworm for inspiring this idea! Look, I have to write fluff sometime, and this idea was just too good to pass up.

So, with no further ado, Godmarked.

“Anything.”

“Anything in this realm,” says the godly figure in front of her, kneeling atop the waves. He’s got little whalefins flapping along his ankles that help a lot for holding off the revelation that Moana is talking to a major god. “I’m afraid I cannot offer you anything from the other realms. Pulotu, for example, is outside my domain.” He eyes Moana with a hint of amusement curling up his cheeks. “Though knowing what I do of you, mortal Chief, I daresay that a beast of Pulotu would interest you little.”

“Yeah,” Moana agrees, nodding her head. “No scaly beasts for me. So just to clarify, this includes, like…magic powers and all that.”

“That is within my ability, yes.”

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I need to talk about this scene because it’s so different from the typical way pep talks go. 

Moana has just suffered a tremendous defeat and been abandoned by Maui, her demi-god ally. She’s understandably upset- the heart of Te Fiti has to be restored or decay will consume her island. And yet she’s just one teenage girl on a damaged canoe- how is she supposed to face down Te Ka, actual vengeful Lava monster? 

Her fairy godmother grandmother’s spirit doesn’t come in with a magical fix, insist her doubts are baseless and/or bluster that she should just get on with the impossible. She comforts her and tells her it was too big a task to expect of her (all true!) and then tells her it’s okay to give up, that she will be there with unconditional support to help her go home, no guilt or shame. 

THIS. NEVER. HAPPENS. IN. STORIES.

And it should. “Encouragement” is so often a lot like bullying in narratives, even towards characters that are children. “I know you have it in you (even though you were just soundly beaten)! Now get back out there (even though you’re miserable)!” 

Instead, Gramma waits until Moana herself realizes that she’s not ready to give up, through self reflection. She wasn’t there to insist that Moana “suck it up”, but simply to “remind [her] that come what may, [she] know[s] the way”. 

That is awesome.