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If you were born in late September or early August of 2000, your parents legit thought the world was about to end when they made you.

mr-mononucleosis:

lunalovegouda:

The intro cards for Futurama have always been one of my favorite parts of the show because people always talk about the old Simpson’s couch gag but this is just pure gold… I mean-

It goes from everything from 

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and then they made fun of how much everyone reacted to the the infamous ‘dead dog episode’ that I cried about…

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And then one time when the show got canceled…

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and then when it came back..

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you’re missing my favorite one though

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mahbuddymycroft:

fivetail:

dopernose:

Back in prehistoric times it was just a free for all. God was putting antlers on everything and made 7 foot tall gophers with wings, it was a mess.

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Look at this poor, impractical bastard. 

The prehistoric era was God’s Deviantart stage.

Now he just hides all of his stupid-looking OCs in the ocean where no one can find them.

I can’t not reblog this

Apple pie mmmmhhhmm. #everclear #applepie

Teen Wolf + Text Posts (I’m super late but I couldn’t resist making one)

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wickedbrass:

moviegifsthatrock:

Dead Poets Society [Peter Weir, 1989]

And you, Sir, changed mine.

wickedbrass:

moviegifsthatrock:

Dead Poets Society [Peter Weir, 1989]

And you, Sir, changed mine.

It’s raining. The sky even cries for this passing. We all weep.

Rest in peace, Oh Captain, my Captain.

O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Well I’ve finished A Dance With Dragons, now what?

I have a love/hate with how Martin can make you feel sorry for even the most hated characters.

jakewhyman:

Deadpool Test Footage (x)

Make the damn movie already, Fox!

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