the-mighty-birdy:

supreme-leader-stoat:

olderthannetfic:

emmagrant01:

knitmeapony:

amelou:

cool-glasses-kyle:

markmejia:

High School Fashion, 1969

What a trip.

Wow these photos are stunning

Some of these outfits are the raddest things I’ve ever seen.

Can we talk about the tights.

The existence of photos like these (and similar photos from the 70s and 80s and so on) makes me wonder yet again why current-day movies set in this time never seem to be able to get the hair and clothing right.

Because current movies are afraid to be as terrible/tacky/batshit/out-of-fashion as actual historical fashions.

Any costume drama, whether it’s set 20 years ago or 2000 years ago always updates the looks to be modern. And if they decide to go full historical on the clothing, they never do on the women’s eyebrows.

@the-mighty-birdy in an alternate universe where you’re from California, this is your aesthetic.

This is my aesthetic right now tbh

dream-piper:

celticpyro:

thepurpah:

‪New Concept: We take live action movies and turn them animated — allowing for more art styles, more animation jobs, a way to break through the misconception that animation is for kids, we all get more cartoons, and ultimately replace the unwanted ‘animation-to-live-action’ genre‬

Weird how this post is tagged “stupid post is stupid” when it’s the best freaking idea I’ve heard all week.

This person’s saying what were all thinking!

agoodcartoon:

digitaldiscipline:

magistrate-of-mediocrity:

dr-archeville:

bogleech:

kramergate:

micspam:

ghostsnif:

sciencevevo:

agoodcartoon:

Guys who complain about the friendzone often don’t care about their female friends’ personal boundaries, forcing their female friends build more walls up. A good cartoon.

– submitted by Gene

why is he tearing down a wall with an axe

i hate it when your put in the friendzone and made to tear down a wall

Mr. Gorbachev…tear down this friendzone

how you gonna draw some shit that makes you look like Jack Nicholson in The Shining and still feel like you’re the victim

I DON’T *CHOP* UNDERSTAND *CHOP* WHY *CHOP* YOU CAN’T *CHOP* JUST *CHOP* LET ME *CHOP* BONE YOU *CHOP* ON AN INDEFINITE *CHOP* EXCLUSIVE *CHOP* BASIS *CHOP* WHEN *CHOP* I’M *CHOP* SO *CHOP* NIIIIIIIIIIIICE *CHOP*

“I’m going to wall you up now, Fortunato.”

“Ha ha, and then what? 😉 ”

“For the love of God, Montresor!”
-Cask of Amontifriendzone, Edgar Allan Poe

Incessantly, I heard a smacking,
as of some entitled dipshit whacking,
whacking on my chamber door.

Resignedly, I placed another layer,
voicing a quiet, repeated prayer,
“This dude thinks he’s a player,
but I am not a point to score,
he should fuck off and bother me no more.”

Quoth the friendzoned, “Fucking whore.”

– The Craven, by Edward Allen Bro

edgar allen bro

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so in 2010 i made a facebook event for my birthday party for this year, because i thought “haha wouldnt that be funny, 2018 is forever away!”. but now it is 2018, and my birthday is in 2 days.

people have been building the hype for the past 8 years

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and now im stressed cause i gotta deliver, i had 8 years to make plans and i procrastinated to the last minute. time makes fools of us all

The big day came and went. I knew I had to do something special so I turned the party into a SURPRISE MURDER MYSTERY! It’s long so check my twitter post for the whole thing but here are the highlights:

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At 10:48pm, I called everyone into my room. There had been a murder, and
everybody was a suspect. Next to the body was a gun, and the party
goers were quick to find the red fingerprints on it 

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They found red fingerprints on a balloon and popped it to find a receipt for gum inside. Someone had been passing out gum all night, however they claimed someone else gave them the gum first.

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the argument was going nowhere so we contacted the victims spirit. she led us to the REAL murder weapon: a 100% very real bottle of poison. my roommate claimed he saw someone earlier with that bottle, but before he could tell us…

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the power went out! and when it came back on…

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my roommate had been murdered! following the clues, we tracked down the true culprit to the bathroom, where he was trying to escape through the window

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with the murder successfully solved, the party goers were treated to this congratulatory message on the wall to forever commemorate their success. the other prize was that they didnt have to listen to my fake Savannah accent anymore