Humans: Yes. We genetically engineered dinosaurs, and we will thrive. We will rule over them, and we will call it… Jurassic World.
Dinosaurs: I think we should call it your grave!
Humans: Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Me: *explaining to my lil bro what having a period feels like because he was curious*
Dad: Hey shut up literally no one wants to hear about that ew
Dad: Besides women are exaggerating the so called pain they go through anyway
Me:
Bro:
Bro: No wonder mom left you.
Me: OH MY GOD oH MY gOd OOOOOOOOOOOH
2008 was a better time…
That one time the whole nation got rickrolled but no one was mad about it bless
I remember screaming and then having to explain to my mother why Rick Astley coming out of nowhere on this float was the best thing to ever happen to the Macy’s Parade.
She thought it was hilarious and like two days later she learned how to add links to her email JUST so she could rickroll me. I felt like a proud parent.
(Source: http://jazzforthecaptain.tumblr.com/)
“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.
“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.
#i have a theory#where one can tell how much i like a character#by how much shit i make them go through
