auntiope-3000:

telltaleclerk:

I JUST learned that this shirt cost them $10,000 to put into this movie… but they refused to compromise because they were like: he’s the hugest Golden Girls fan… this has to make the movie… so they paid $10,000 to use Bea Arthur’s likeness on this shirt…  Ryan Reynolds, you’re doing Deadpool so right.

They traded all the guns in the final climactic showdown for Bea Arthur’s face. Worth it.

derinthemadscientist:

johnnyfourballs:

rrozeselavy:

rich ppl are like so easily convinced abt ghosts I remember growing up it was near this vacant lot and whenever I broke a toy instead of going to face the wrath of my mother I would fucking bury it in that lot and then sure enough, some dude tried to develop the land and found a ton of buried rotten dolls and shit and told everyone it was haunted

it’s been over a decade and that lot is still vacant 

You single handedly tanked the value of someone’s prime real estate and that makes me happy

As soon as I read this I immediately started thinking of ways to do this on purpose to get cheap land and I was five posts down my dash before I realised I was becoming Scooby Doo villain

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

Boromir: *lying awake one night* Hey Merry. you awake.

Merry: ?I am now

Boromir: what are baby hobbits called

Merry: …hobbit… babies?

Boromir: yes those, what do you call them?

Merry: hobbit babies.

Boromir: yes but what are they CALLED.

Merry: hobbit. babies.

Boromir: but what are they called?

Merry: I give up *goes back to sleep*

Boromir: *staring up at the sky* I still don’t know what they’re called

~next morning~

Merry: hey Boromir

Boromir: hm?

Merry: last night. did you wake me up. to ask me what hobbit babies are called.

Merry: or did I dream that

Boromir: ………………….you never answered the question

Merry: yes I did

Boromir: no you didn’t

Merry: Frodo. Sam. Anyone. please help.

Sam: Mr Merry what the fresh hell are you talking about

Merry: Sam tell Boromir what we call baby hobbits

Sam: ……you mean… babies?

Merry: exactly

Boromir: ………….OH

Boromir: I thought. there might be a special word.

Sam: no we just call them babies why would there be a special word

Merry: what would it even… be

Boromir: I don’t know that’s why I was ASKING

Legolas, from the other side of the hill: BOBBITS

Pippin: BOBBITS

Merry: no

Pippin: I’m making it happen

Merry: nO

Pippin: bobbits. little bobbits. back when i was a bobbit. I love it.

Sam: *not looking up from what he’s doing* Mr Pippin if you ever say that word around me again I am going to rip your guts out through your nose

Pippin: ……………wow.

*Merry losing his shit in the foreground*

*Aragorn losing his fucking mind in the background*

leaveliestotheliars:

bogleech:

souryellows:

when i was in like third grade i went to this science camp and one night at campfire they told us a story about a ufo crashing into a lake nearby and then later in the middle of the night they woke us all up and told us the aliens were back and this time they’d laid eggs in the woods !! it was our duty to arm ourselves and go destroy the eggs, so we armored up in tinfoil and shaving cream ( ????? ) and marched into the woods ready to save the planet. the ‘eggs’ were whole watermelons hidden around the camp and we had to smash them open on trees and rocks and eat the alien fetus/watermelon goo as fast as possible. i cannot emphasis enough the raw joy of digging into a watermelon with your bare hands and stuffing it into your face in the middle of the night in the woods, barely taking time to chew so that you can save the planet from hostile aliens, and i think i became the person i am because of that night.

me as a camp councelor

I can not stress this enough but, what the fuck.