riddlemetom:

When the Harry Potter movies came to an end:

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When Twilight comes to an end:

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the only sad part about twilight ending is that it’s also the end of Robs continuous and hilarious hatred for it

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Don’t you see what’s happening here? We are merely pawns in a bitter sibling feud.

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rngnightmares:

THE CAT RETURNED THE KISS
THE CAT FUCKING RETURNED THE KISS
OH MY GOD

rngnightmares:

THE CAT RETURNED THE KISS

THE CAT FUCKING RETURNED THE KISS

OH MY GOD

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chalchiuhtotolin:

randomhbomb:

I found this while doing a Google Image search for Slender Man.I don’t know if it’s hilarious, terrifying, or just deeply wrong.

I like how slender man is actually standing in the background.

chalchiuhtotolin:

randomhbomb:

I found this while doing a Google Image search for Slender Man.
I don’t know if it’s hilarious, terrifying, or just deeply wrong.

I like how slender man is actually standing in the background.

(via godspeeddoctor)


Endless list of things that should have been in the movies
↳ Order of the Phoenix, p 275

“Have a biscuit,” she repeated impatiently, indicating the tartan tin lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk, “and sit down.”

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tastefullyoffensive:

The bathroom signs at a pizza place in Montana. [independunce]

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kerrsplat:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

Twilight may be trash but at least they cast actual native americans to play natives

That is a serious burn for a LOT of movies.  I’m not sure we have enough burn cream for this.

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Ladies beware. Friendzoned fucks don’t always wear fedoras

So here I am, enjoying a great evening with friends at the bar. And here comes whats his face, Jose or some shit, talking me up about my school and different teachers to take there. Eventually as he keeps touching my hand, I tell him I’m engaged and he gets all pissy and bringing up this shit about medicine being so great we’ll live until we’re like 100 on average, to which I respond “good, it’s for the better” or something like that. And this fucker starts bothering me about my age and all this shit. Fucker you’re 30, bad in bed (my drinking friends know from experience or hearsay), and all you have going for you is that you’re a CPA. Fuck off. No I’m not going home with you and no I don’t want to keep talking to you. He fucking told me to smile, too. I’d take the nerdy shitbag’s attempts at flirtying over this friendzoned son of a bitch.


deesusaurusrex:

How can you possibly say no to that?

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