I’m a child that’s been let loose on New York City.
I am a single mother of two wolf-human hybrid babies
And you know, I spent that whole movie being like “holy shit, damn, I want to do that, I want to move into an old ass house up on a mountain and be completely self sufficient and trade produce with my neighbors and be a farmer” and I have been thinking about is constantly since I watched it so I’m totally ok with this
…I pilot a jaeger. I’m okay with this.
Aw, man, I’m Constantine. John Constantine.
Well I guess I’m a Bow Shooting Deadly Awesome Spy Captain Millionaire-in-a-metal-suit Rage Monster.
Bond. James Bond.
Hellboy, well I won’t complain about that :D
I’m part of a singing and dancing duel that is trying to save ski lodge in vermont
Captain of the Enterprise. FUCK ME YES.
well, guess im going to the hunger games and gonna start a revolution. fuck me
I’m a teenager in the 1950s whose gotta slut up in order to get the D
Guys, he knows. Joaquin knows. And he understands. That makes me feel slightly better.
Only slightly. But someone on that set has our best interests at heart
why can’t HE produce the show? He is only one who cares about our feelings.
Joaquin keeps me sane
Oh lookie. It’s me!
getting a good grade on a test you were sure you failed
So, my mom asked me to unload the dishwasher. It was past 11pm when she asked me. So, to be funny, I unloaded the dishwasher and placed these on it.
So, this morning I was sitting on the couch and my mom went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. She yelled, “Katie! I told you to unload the dishwasher! Come in her right n-…” She opened the dishwasher, looked at me, and then went upstairs for 3 hours
I don’t think that there’s anything that I would, like, love enough that I would want to get on my body for the next fifty years.