futurecatladies:

gemmarosity:

gemmarosity:

i cant believe americans on tv really say rock paper scissors like???? its paper scissors rock omg do u irl americans actually say rock paper scissors????

rb this with whether u say paper scissors rock or rock paper scissors

me normally: linguistic differences are so interesting and cool! I love hearing different dialectal variations.

me, reading “paper, scissors, rock” with my own two eyeballs: the lord is testing me

Guys… I’m sorry but…

Some countries even say scissors rock paper.

kaijuno:

bitsow:

4800 players, Beethoven’s 9th Symphony Speedrun

its not even music anymore it’s just a shockwave that kills you instantly

Art major: Music needs time and creativity to unfold its potential-

STEM major: Music needs enough acceleration to catapult itself into outer fucking space so the aliens finally find us and take over, you coward, you Ludwiggle of a Beetroot. Light up those Götterfunken, my dudes, we’re going to Elysium.

hello-kitty-senpai:

justnexttotheblues:

depressionlemon:

tostadasheep:

candycorned:

pugnacious-behavior:

vvhaleshark:

what did this bird do

I wish i had context on this 

here u go

I don’t think the contexts helps in this case.

I’ve been collecting these for a while so here are all the ones you missed

I’ve had the ‘I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip’ picture saved on my computer for years, and I have NEVER SEEN THE REST OF THESE.

I’m so pleased.

troubled birds

These birds are not troubled. Don’t you see their eyes? They know neither doubt nor hesitation and their faces can only ever be painted, because one direct look at their real form would send you so deep into a black hole that you could taste the atomic structure of the universe’s second breakfast with your bones.

Some songs have lyrics that are so fucking dumb but the beat is so beyond absolutely niiiiiiice that you have to square up, grit your teeth, ignore the pure lunacy that’s going on in any vocal part and mhmmmmmm ohhhhh what a rhythm, what melody, hecking yeeeahhhh.

hey, how long does it take before the forest god comes to get you after you leave a strand of your hair and a fresh loaf of bread in a mushroom circle by the lake? asking for a fr