Cause vintage WWI lesbians are the best lesbians.
when straight people get tired of seeing straight people on TV all the time and white people get tired of seeing white people on TV all the time, that might be a sign that it’s time to change things up a bit
when someone u want to be friends with talks 2 u first
you know you’ve been on tumblr too long when inexplicable crap like this represents a specific feeling in your soul
we do not speak about this feeling
I can’t stop thinking about how felix told kimball the reds and blues are dead, because i bet that he told some long dramatic tale that made him seem like the hero. filled with stuff like ‘i just wasn’t good enough’ and ‘i barely managed to escape with my life’, something to try and make kimball feel sorry for him too
i can also imagine him trying to hold back laughter at the lieutenants reactions and then later telling locus about it and saying stuff like ‘god you should have seen them, they totally broke down. what a bunch of pathetic losers just like their captains’
this episode literally made me so mad at felix
Blossom was all about the do-good, American Heroes.
Buttercup loved the edgy heroes with dark pasts and complex morals.
Bubbles knew Japanese well enough to read and understand comic books from Japan intended for her age group. That’s actually very impressive, but then again, this is the girl who can speak squirrel.
I think you mean “Bubbles was a fucking weeb”
Bubbles was a fucking weeb
- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
ITS BACK AND IM IN TEARZ
Doodled some birds!
I want to die and be born again as a full hobbit.
Some claim that Evolution is just a theory, as if it were merely an opinion.
So I just found out that to be an astronaut you can’t be under 5’2” and this is BULLSHIT I never wanted to be an astronaut until I found out I couldn’t and now I feel like a dream has been crushed fuck you NASA
i don’t want to live in a world where we can’t launch danny devito into space
The RVB fandom on the outside may seem like a bunch of people crying over the same thing, comforting each other and coming up with happy headcanons to take away the pain, but as soon as you shout “WHAT TEAM?” ice fills our veins. there are no friends here anymore, just red or blue. (with a dash of freelancers)