ob meme || [14/7] funny moments


pkmnprofessorgarrett:

carebearpikachu:

Hi, I’m Barbie ™ - Vine by Sarah Mangone

is she actually barbie

I THOUGHT SHE WAS LIP SYNCING BUT THEN

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A Soldier and a Marine just testing out their camo.

pettyofficerdongers:

captainkristine:

this-is-my-life-lacy:

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lololololol

I’m reblogging this again cause it’s that awesome.

Then there’s the Navy

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qorter:

So I found Doug Dimmadome at Dragon Con

qorter:

So I found Doug Dimmadome at Dragon Con

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captain-fucking-levi:

averypottermormon:

captain-fucking-levi:

ya-boy-levi:

captain-fucking-levi:

why am i not the protagonist of an amazing story

you are though—its called your life

shut the fuck up i wanna struggle fighting demons not struggle with getting out of bed every day

but those are your demons

i am hereby naming you as the antagonist and now it is my sole job to find you and hit you in the face with a chair for that bitch ass comment you just made

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scarred-and-silent:

everywordinexistence:

i miss getting party bags at the end of parties why dont we still do that party bags were the best part of the party

It was like a reward for being sociable

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mumblingsage:

yamino:

iamingrid:

yamino:

omgthatdress:

Half-Mourning Dress
1910-1912
The Victoria & Albert Museum

What’s a “half-mourning” dress?  Mourning in the front, party in the back?

Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning. 
Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.

That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:


I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.

mumblingsage:

yamino:

iamingrid:

yamino:

omgthatdress:

Half-Mourning Dress

1910-1912

The Victoria & Albert Museum

What’s a “half-mourning” dress?  Mourning in the front, party in the back?

Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning. 

Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.

That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:

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I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.

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amoying:

looking out for your significant other like

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intensityvalley:

Spider-Man + Head Accesories

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sariagray:

ultrafacts:

Source For more facts follow Ultrafacts

I looked at this and then thought “Okay, but what’s the formula?”
And then I laughed at myself.

sariagray:

ultrafacts:

Source For more facts follow Ultrafacts

I looked at this and then thought “Okay, but what’s the formula?”

And then I laughed at myself.

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camelot-has-the-tardis:

radioirwin:

radioirwin:

i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some

stop reblogging this

what scene?



Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns


alekshdfilms:

one time i forced my mom to play pokemon for at least half an hour and all she did was catch a butterfree and name it lowfat

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