So many fandoms, bands, anime, YouTubers yet so little time.

 

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

justadashofsarcasm:

seh221:

penandpage:

whisperrun:

whisperrun:

theneverendingdrums:

anywigwilldo:

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after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me

Nothing happened. 

I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE

*throws down gauntlet*

Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.

Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture. 

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THIS IS AMAZING

OH MY THIS IS SOCOOL

mootiness:

firony:

bombprince:

melonlordn:

ieatgokudera:

EYELASHES YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO PREVENT STUFF FROM FALLING IN MY EYE BUT WHEN YOU FALL IN MY EYE THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO YOU WERE MY LAST LINE OF DEFENSE AND YOU BETRAYED ME

How eyeronic

get off my post

You don’t have to lash out

these puns are far too cornea

swineaids:

phil: sometimes i just play dan’s first video to annoy him

I’M JUST IMAGINING THE TWO OF THEM SITTING IN THE LOUNGE TOGETHER SILENTLY DOING THEIR OWN THING MAYBE DAN’S SCROLLING THROUGH TUMBLR OR REDDIT OR WHATEVER AND THEN PHIL JUST STARTS PLAYING HIS FIRST VIDEO AND DAN LOOKS UP EMBARRASSED AND TELLS PHIL TO SHUT IT OFF

tylersperson:

Can we just stop for a minute and appreciate the descriptions of Dan’s videos?

tylersperson:

Can we just stop for a minute and appreciate the descriptions of Dan’s videos?

tylersperson:

Can we just stop for a minute and appreciate the descriptions of Dan’s videos?

May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

I smiled. “Sure.”

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don’t want to seem overeager.

"Right, that’s why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I’m serious," he said.

"You don’t even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

"But you don’t even have my phone number," he said.

"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.

-John Green