Mr. Worldwide

renthony:

Unionize every workplace, take breaks, do the bare minimum, commit time theft, and stop breaking yourself for a job that would replace you within an hour of you dropping dead. If they want you to do a proper job, they can give you proper pay and benefits.

ad-wills:

pointnclick:

“No one wants to work anymore.” Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would

salix03:

comradekatara:

katara is one of those impossibly cool people who “has a guy” for everything. like run into any sort of problem and she’s just like “hang on i gotchu. just contact this number and they’ll know what to do.” but half the time that guy is just sokka

incredibly in-character

brenna:

canthaveshitingotham-crucified:

canthaveshitingotham-crucified:

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that’s a poem already what’s the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

undeadentropy:

beebundt:

charlottan:

i dont have sex because it serves no narrative purpose to me

She filler on my episode till I have no narrative purpose

scarfanon:

zinjanthropusboisei:

These pictures are killing me

There are many animals I expect to see in caves, but I can confidently say that this was not one of them.

embervoices:

roach-works:

lasrina:

luimnigh:

Okay, here’s my idea:

The British should put a time limit on the Monarchy.

Not like declaring a republic tomorrow, but deciding on a date in the future that ends the British Monarchy.

And there’s a perfect date for it coming up!

October 14th, 2066.

A thousand years since the Battle of Hastings. A thousand years of this one specific bloodline ruling England.

Call time on the Monarchy after exactly one thousand years. Nice, and neat.

Even better: Charles isn’t living 44 years. He’ll be gone in about twenty. Now William? He’s what, 40? Yeah, he can live another 44 years. His great grandmother was over a hundred, his granny was 96, William can make it to 84 barring accident or assassination.

So on October 14th 2066, William the Last steps down a thousand years after William the First won the crown.

Nice, neat, and fair. William gets the crown he’s been waiting forty years for already, but ten-year-old George grows up without expectation of it.

Have a nice big abdication ceremony, even.

Plus, what an absolute baller move to announce your regnal name as William the Last.

the Final Bill

This is actually a really good idea, I think.

bitterrosebrokenspear:

pathcat:

tahthetrickster:

tahthetrickster:

who wants to see the worst thing ive seen this week

too bad, im showing you anyway

a non-photoshopped picture of someone actually wearing them, for your viewing pleasure

headspace-hotel:

awesomehoggirl:

jewboyswag:

awesomehoggirl:

bitches b like ‘hes my right hand man’ JUST SAY HES YOUR BEST FRIEND . SAY ITTTTTT

op have you considered that maybe right hand man sounds cooler and has more homoerotic subtext?

op has reconsidered . youre right

Finally, an example of productive discourse and growth on the Internet

ojibwa:

ojibwa:

every time i remember that photo of the little inuk girl with her puppy i engage in inconsolable hysterics

this is it. this is the photo of all time

expelliarmus:

the-haiku-bot:

roxannepolice:

xiaq:

victoryorunderground:

when-it-rains-it-snows:

bittyblueeyes:

nominanescio:

joestoyes:

unironicallyenthusiasticknitter:

dafezgirl:

thomas-is-so-vine-and-kind:

“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do

“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over

“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put

“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into

“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.

“why are you like this?,” I grumble at the inanimate object that is doing it again

“Please don’t yell at me,” I say to the inanimate object that is making vague beeping/the- function-you-attempted-didn’t-work noises

“Good job!!” I say to the inanimate object that has completed the task it was created to do.

“Don’t you dare” I grit at the printer making one noise more than normal.

“Don’t you dare” I grit

at the printer making one

noise more than normal.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

vbused:

She is me, and I am her.