FollowingFootsteps
I started a Bad Lip Reading thing with Javert gifs
but it’s probably not going to get better than this
also for once i’d love to see an animal companion of a disney princess that didn’t look like it was hanging on her every word. just once I’d like to see an animal be like ‘bitch, please’
wait nevermind i found one
are we forgetting
don’t make me snap my fingers in a z formation
hip rotation
booty sensation
ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬ ＤＡＭＮＡＴＩＯＮ
*snaps fingers in a pentagram formation*
*says a Latin incantation*
*sacrifices a virgin to the dark lord Satan*
(Source: basedmadoka, via shewhomustnotbenameddancing)
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If These Walls Could Talk [Click for more]
Downstairs Bathroom
19-year-old son stumbles in and flops onto the toilet
Toilet Wall: Code Red, everyone. Code Red! Mirror Wall: He just stuffed a Chipotle bag in the trash. We’re in this for the long haul, boys.Son: Ugh, leave me alone! I need to concentrate. Picture Wall: Then don’t start playing Tiny Wings this time. Last time you were here for half an hour.Mirror Wall: We nearly died of suffocation.Son: This is my bathroom and I’ll take however long I want.Toilet Wall: At least give us a courtesy flush.Son: Just give me a little privacy.Picture Wall: I have an idea. Have your dad build an outhouse in the backyard. Win-win.Son: It’s the middle of the winter. I’d freeze to death.Mirror Wall: Better than suffocating to death.Son: Look, no one’s enjoying this. But the sooner you quit bugging me the faster I’ll be.Toilet Wall: He has us cornered. Radio silence, fellas.
2 minutes later
Picture Wall: The smell. It’s… it’s seeping into my drywall. [Keep Reading]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/ada803513819967c3ae882dec44760f3/tumblr_mh54200jsc1qasthro1_1280.png)
If These Walls Could Talk [Click for more]
Downstairs Bathroom
19-year-old son stumbles in and flops onto the toilet
Toilet Wall: Code Red, everyone. Code Red!
Mirror Wall: He just stuffed a Chipotle bag in the trash. We’re in this for the long haul, boys.
Son: Ugh, leave me alone! I need to concentrate.
Picture Wall: Then don’t start playing Tiny Wings this time. Last time you were here for half an hour.
Mirror Wall: We nearly died of suffocation.
Son: This is my bathroom and I’ll take however long I want.
Toilet Wall: At least give us a courtesy flush.
Son: Just give me a little privacy.
Picture Wall: I have an idea. Have your dad build an outhouse in the backyard. Win-win.
Son: It’s the middle of the winter. I’d freeze to death.
Mirror Wall: Better than suffocating to death.
Son: Look, no one’s enjoying this. But the sooner you quit bugging me the faster I’ll be.
Toilet Wall: He has us cornered. Radio silence, fellas.2 minutes later
Picture Wall: The smell. It’s… it’s seeping into my drywall. [Keep Reading]
Supernatural Episodes That Need To Happen: A Musical
“If I have to sing about my feelings one more time, I’m gonna be sick.”
One of these days, I’m going to write an awesome note like this…
(Source: foxycleverpatra, via shewhomustnotbenameddancing)
