my browser froze on a gif and this is what happened
idk he looks the same to me
It looks like a painting done by Picasso…
If you can’t reblog this, you don’t deserve to be on tumblr.
I feel like the above GIF is an accurate description of who we are and what we do here.
Tumblr is my second family. God bless all you beautiful people x
actually Tumblr is my first family, those ppl who live in the same house as me are the second
Unfortunately, this is a real restaurant and that is a real response. Their page was not hacked and thus trolled (that I know of). The owners are just really crazy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6LY7TJ16pg
holy FUCK watch that video
i just watched that video (and the part 2). unbelievable
I’m like 7 minutes in and jesus christ
HOLY BALLS, I SAW THE FULL EPISODE ABOUT THIS TRAIN-WRECK OF A RESTAURANT.
GORDON RAMSAY LEFT THE RESTAURANT WITHOUT CHANGING IT BECAUSE HE SAID HE WAS SCARED AND DISTURBED BY THE PLACE AND IT’S OWNERS.
LET ME REPEAT THAT.
GORDON FUCKING RAMSAY SAID HE WAS SCARED AND DISTURBED BY HOW VICIOUS THE OWNERS ARE.
They’re claiming that someone hacked their Facebook account now but…
Like, they’re really batshit crazy.
EVERYBODY WATCH THAT EPISODE I’M WATCHING IT NOW AND OH MY GOD THEY’RE SO CRAZY THIS IS INCREDIBLE
Don’t get mad at me for not wanting to go to one of my brothers hundreds of band shows. I understand it’s one of the bigger ones but he has two more years of band that I can see them. I’m not feeling 100% still so you can cool your tits. He showed up to maybe one of my Drama plays. The only reason I was in Drama was to make you proud. And neither you nor dad came to see a play I worked months on twice. And then you got mad at me for quitting drama because I wasn’t having fun with a bitchy teacher and the stress involved that clearly wasn’t worth it for no one to show up to. My brother is still up there performing because he clearly has your support. You show up to his shows, you bring food for the whole band, and you make time for him. You never made time for me. So forgive me for being a little bitter and not wanting to go see it this time around because I don’t feel good.
(I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”
Hi, there.
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.Reblogging this again because it’s perfect.
THIS.
if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
that’s right
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
