reblogging so this can ruin someone else’s day too
CONSIDER YOUR MISSION ACCOMPLIDHES ARGH
why the fuck cant we text the police
lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you
Here in Canada you can
Here in England we just… scream and run
Here in Scotland we paint our faces and run towards the murderer
Here in Australia you are the murderer
do you see these four girls? they were in a girl group called fourth harmony.
if you look close enough you can see a ghost on the right of them. this photo was taken the night they were killed. these girls just wanted to premiere their first single “miss movin on”. the next morning management found them dead in the studio with lana del rey’s song “born to die” playing on repeat. the police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them.
if you don’t reblog this, the ghost that killed fourth harmony will appear in your closet in exactly 1432 minutes and say “Shoutout to mah haterz: I go to one of the most expensive schools in Miami on an academic scholarship(: #sorryboutit” as she strangles you with her carrollton sweatshirt.
this is not fake
i usually ignore this kind of stuff but this is 100% real
BUT WHAT IF WE ARENT HATERS, AND FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT THAT GHOST SAID GHAST.
This is very interesting in the fact that it’s really specific on the amount of time it takes. Like, I understand like hours, but why exactly 1432 minutes, unless that number was of major significance somehow?
Also, I think this is the first time I’ve seen one of these with a death by clothing article. xD
dumb homestuck theory that karkats aspect allows him to control blood on a molecular level, think atla style bloodbending x2, and even allowing him to change it’s color. red to blue, brown to green, tyrian to candy red. he could put himself on the top if he wanted to, he could make everyone equal. suddenly his aspect is threatening as fuck.
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty knew that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tail.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
I can’t breathe
BEST EVER OMG DYING