m4ge:

je-suis-hetalia:

m4ge:

je-suis-hetalia:

m4ge:

buying peaches is so stressful because you have to consume them so quickly…it’s like the moment the cashier types in that number the alpha peach turns to its brothers in the bags and says “alright listen up boys, it’s time to remember your training. i want to see immense bruising by sundown. i want to see you near inedible by sunrise. remember it is better to die a free man than to be eaten.” you gotta wolf down all of your peaches at the check out counter while the trader joe’s employees eagerly look at the Peach Consumption Countdown Clock and cheer you on. these peaches have sensors on them that can tell when they come into contact with human hands so they can begin their self-destruct sequence like you’re in a spy movie and the peach just relayed a message to you about the whereabouts of jimmy hoffa’s decayed remains

Jimmy Hoffa is likely dead

this response carries so much chaotic cursed energy. jimmy hoffa was declared dead in 1982 after disappearing in 1975. he was born in 1913, meaning he would be the miraculous age of 105 today if he wasn’t dead. “likely dead.” the fact that it’s a hetalia blog trying to tell me that he is likely dead. the fact that i specifically mention his decayed corpse in my post so there is literally no reason for someone to alert me that he is “likely” deceased. the fact that this hetalia blog is trying to tell this to me, a person who up until recently literally worked for the international brotherhood of teamsters as a person in charge of handling their historical records. i spent two years of my life answering phone calls from people asking me if i personally knew what happened to jimmy hoffa’s body. ive spent a significantly longer amount of time trying to forget that hetalia exists. my entire career as a hetalia facebook roleplayer at the age of 11 just flashed through my eyes. i legitimately cannot express how much this response has effected me. ive been staring at it for 7 minutes. i feel like ive entered the twilight zone

I don’t ever remember writing that, when did I write that

everything about this is cursed

johnnythemizfit:

rahxgold:

hansolocareer:

faggerall:

gahdamnpunk:

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Brenda had TIME today

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I adore her

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dankmemeuniversity:

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8bittishpikachu:

k-k-katelyn:

lordnarwhal:

that-kid-from-london:

I’VE WAITED 8734 YEARS FOR THIS GIFSET

IT TOOK ME 11 YEARS TO REALIZE HE WAS SAYING “TABLE FOR HOW MANY”

WAIT WHAT

OMG ITS BEEN DISCOVERED

lizardlicks:

durbikins:

captainsnoop:

durbikins:

captainsnoop:

                        • hey guys whats up

how’d you make a blank post?

                        • you make a bulleted list and press tab until the text either is all the way on the right or it disappears depending on the resolution of the computer it’s viewed on. also, it doesn’t work on mobile.

please tell me

This is the most hilarious thing to see on mobile.

ishimustard:

24 hr christmas music station: rudolph the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose

some fucking primal part of my psyche that will NEVER let me live in peace: like a lightbulb🎵

flaubertian:
“ The ‘Mud Angel’ volunteers rescue artworks in the Piazza della Signoria, Florence, 1966
“Overnight on 4 and 5 November 1966, the River Arno broke over its banks and flooded Florence, leaving one ton of mud for every person in the city...

flaubertian:

The ‘Mud Angel’ volunteers rescue artworks in the Piazza della Signoria, Florence, 1966

“Overnight on 4 and 5 November 1966, the River Arno broke over its banks and flooded Florence, leaving one ton of mud for every person in the city and devastating the Renaissance city’s artistic and historical treasures. Churches, museums and libraries, all filled with works of art, were inundated with mud, to a depth in some places of 22ft. Young people, arriving from across the Continent, immediately began showing up to help. They became known to the Florentines as gli angeli del fango, ‘the Mud Angels’.

Throughout the winter of 1966-67, young volunteers kept arriving to help clean up Florence. Many of these were Italian, but a significant number came from further afield. They cleaned mud out of the Basilica di Santa Croce, carried priceless paintings out of the Uffizi galleries and brought food and fresh water to the elderly Florentines trapped in their upper-floor apartments. These youthful workers were not organised, nor had they been recruited. They simply turned up. Young Europeans dropped what they were doing and boarded trains or drove south. Many had already been on the road, backpacking around Europe, and simply rearranged their itinerary to spend time in Tuscany.

There was a tremendous turnover in the winter months. Some Mud Angels stayed a few days, others a few weeks. They listened to the latest music while working, smoked cigarettes on their breaks and had only a little energy left for carousing at night. Because of the polyglot nature of the young workers, the archivists and preservationists had to devise a colour-coded card system to track and process each item. It is unclear just how many Mud Angels there were in total, or even exactly where they had come from. There were probably only a few thousand of them at most, yet, given their mythic status in Italy, one would think the number was ten times that.

Mireille Bazin from the northern French city of Reims came down with 30 other art students during their holiday break. Another French visitor, William Michaut, commented that ‘despite the language barrier, we lived in intense communion’. Ignacio Serrano Garcia from Valladolid in Spain said that he and the other Mud Angels came to Florence out of a sense of duty to its great cultural heritage, while Riccardo Lanza from Milan recalls the harmony among the young cohorts:
‘It was something already present in our generation … with more or less means, [we] had travelled in Italy and abroad and had often relied on the solidarity between us.’

The Mud Angels of 1966 were an expression of the internationalist instincts, transnational travel and generational solidarity that had developed out of the new-found postwar mobility of the youth of western Europe. In the decade and a half after the Florentine Mud Angels, mass youth travel in Europe developed into the kind of cultural form of travel that flourishes today, complete with rail passes, guidebooks and backpacks. Contact between young Europeans grew, helping to build new connections across borders.” [source]

jehovahhthickness:

Praying that $1500 randomly comes to you when you need it the most this year.

tranceofreading:
“ awwww-cute:
“my boyfriend doesn’t believe that his cat bullies mine
”
“I’VE BEEN ATTACKED” ”

tranceofreading:

awwww-cute:

my boyfriend doesn’t believe that his cat bullies mine

“I’VE BEEN ATTACKED”

necphilak:

madhattergames:

necphilak:

modern day adaptation of norse mythology were gleipnir (the unbreakable ribbon that binds fenrir) is made out of these

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Hot tip for removing these easily: turn them inside out and then pull firmly on the flap, they’ll come apart with very little effort

make your own post we’re trying to imprison an apocalyptic invincible wolf over here

anon:

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alexander:

When they finally restock the local CVS with extra small condoms.

lividlovers:
“THANK YOUU!!!!
”

lividlovers:

THANK YOUU!!!!

lesbianeatingtacosontrump:
“ jonbutter:
“ jonbutter:
“reblog this to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™
”
not enough people reblogged this last year we gotta really try this time to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™
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is it bad that I’m actually watching...

lesbianeatingtacosontrump:

jonbutter:

jonbutter:

reblog this to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™

not enough people reblogged this last year we gotta really try this time to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™

is it bad that I’m actually watching HGM right now?