gambler-x:

im-the-doctor-basically-run:

tacticalhoneybadger:

miss-operator:

cerebralzero:

reparations:

moistnugget:

reparations:

unsubstantiatedrumors:

involved6:

cerebralzero:

bulletbutt:

Don’t move, tumblr. This is a stick up. Give me all your notes and nobody gets hurt.

Not so fast sonny boy, drop the SKS and no one will be losing any notes here.

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Everybody stay frosty. No one has to close their account today if we all just stay calm.

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I’ll waste the lot of you

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Hände hoch, bitches. Gib mir alle ihre notizen!

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NYET.

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3 it is.. let’s get this party started.

Is that 3 nuggets up there? this is getting out of hand lol

I HAVE A GUN BONER. 

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What? What’s all this fuckery?

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Oh shit, it’s a gunblr showdown!

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Mama always said this day’d come!

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EVERYBODY BE FUCKIN’ COOL!

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WOAH Calm down! Guns don’t solve problems. 

Weeeeeellllllllll… ok they solve SOME problems, like an attacking spaceship or being chased by a dinosaur, but USUALLY guns don’t solve problems.

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There. I’ve disabled them. Now none of your guns work.

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Go to your rooms and think about what you’ve done.

Don’t make me tell you again.

Woops! Sorry Doc, but look what I got.

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A flintlock pistol, and know what flintlock pistols are mainly composed of?

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Wood.

Q

Anonymous asked:

Just answer: Are you happy?

A

Happiness is a very abstract concept. For example: I have a lot of family issues, some that I think no one should bear, and it makes me very sad on a daily basis. Nevertheless, there are days that I see my friends, or my girl or even just some random bit of serendipity and it makes it better for a certain amount of time. So I don’t think someone can really be steadily happy, it’s more like they are happy in every moment that they aren’t sad. But maybe I’m just bitter.

tardiswanted:

OMG THE 11TH DOCTOR IS DRESSED LIKE SHERLOCK HOLMES

that’s definitely something new

(via tardismonkey)

We met at the wrong time; that’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere, and we could give it another shot.

— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

(via loliwithashotgun)

Why would I want this? It’s just a measly handful of stardust.

(via thatbluebox)