STOP EVERYTHING YOU’RE DOING.
THIS IS A VIDEO OF JOSH KEATON (VOICE OF SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN) READING A SELECTION OF SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MEMES.
shipping real people is ok as long as you:
- are firmly based within the reality that your couple has little to no chance of actually getting together
- do not bombard the people with rude, explicit, and/or uncomfortable messages/requests
- do not harass/vilify the significant other they are currently in a relationship with
- are very clear about separating your headcanons from reality
- have fun
Army Lieutenant Colonel William T. Adams returns home to his daughter, after a year of Active Duty, at the Boston/Tampa Bay game (x)
Yup. Greatest Kiss Cam moment ever. - @amandarykoff
All of these Goofy Movie reblogs reminds me of one of a scene in which I will ALWAYS lose my shit.
THIS WILL NEVER GET OLD!
Classy move of the day: Yankees play Sweet Caroline at Yankees Stadium to stand united with Boston for the first time… ever?
I have a story to go along with this.
My 6th grade English teacher was insane. Like, certifiable, I’m fairly certain. She was nice enough, but she was crazy as shit.
One day, about February-ish, we come to school and she’s standing outside of her classroom (like she did every day between classes) wearing all black and sobbing into a kleenex.
Naturally we were worried.
I had her 3rd period, I think, and I remember all of the classes were sworn to secrecy about what the fuck was going on. When we got there, she had candles all over (against the school rules, but hey, who gives a flying fuck, right?), all the lights were out, and there was a tiny coffin up at the front of the room, right in front of the blackboard. (Yes, that classroom had a blackboard. Cower before my antiquity, younglings.)
Okay, so that ruled out any of her family members being dead.
Once we’d all gotten settled into our seats, she came striding in, still tearful and noisy, to announce:
“S-s-s-said is DEAD!”
What the ever-loving shit, Mrs. Hester. What the ever-loving shit.
The rest of class was a dramatized funeral (read: we had to write essays and read them in front of the class) and the announcement, heralded by these sheets, that we were not allowed to use the word “said” any more, as it had passed away.
Apparently she does this every year.
I fucking love this woman
Somebody was going to do this eventually…
Dammit, John. I tried to make it sound mysterious!
They’re both texting someone right now saying ‘some weird guy next to me is wearing the same thing as me.’
i ship it
I love how they are both laughing