Made of delicious Sugar Candy, La Muerte is the beloved ancient god who oversees a wondrous world called The Land Of The Remembered. Resolute in her belief in the fundamental goodness of mortals, La Muerte risks everything to prove she’s right.


onitomakirei:

I have a huge crush on her.



princess-of-pop-punk:

Even Lavender Brown is a Game of Thrones fan.

princess-of-pop-punk:

Even Lavender Brown is a Game of Thrones fan.

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verifascinating:

icarusinstatic:

iwouldfookthat:

This is by far the stupidest thing I have ever made.

I CAN’T BREATH

I laughed too hard not to reblog with my special eyes

(via beautyandthebeastiality)



My anaconda don’t want none unless you got lumps, hun!

My anaconda don’t want none unless you got lumps, hun!

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operationfailure:

randomredux:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF

This got even funnier when I realized that to shoot it, essentially someone had to hurl a massive rat puppet at Cary Elwes.

My favorite thing is that he doesn’t telegraph it at all. He never tenses up, never flinches, just waits for the giant rat puppet being hurled through the air to take him down. Great performance.

(via beautyandthebeastiality)


aroihkin:

freyjas:

the-vashta-nerada:

  • i find it pretty fucking inconsiderate that my grandchildren haven’t used time travel to visit me.
  • and frankly, i’m a bit offended.
  • AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU GRANDCHILDREN? 
  • WELL FUCK YOU 
  • MAYBE I WON’T EVEN HAVE KIDS AND YOU WON’T EXIST 
  • HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT

what if we have tho

what if we just didn’t know they were our grandkids

what if your best friend has to constantly remind themselves not to call you grandma/grandpa

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