valentine's day is on a friday this year.... friday im in love by the cure....
my favourite thing about people is that we all seem to pick a specific colour of heart emoji and decide that is OUR trademark heart emoji. its deeply endearing
didnt mean to put this one on this blog so i guess i now have to assert that straight people dont do this. fuck you
Nino: Okay, let’s stop using the term “butthurt”, we’re not twelve anymore.
Alya: You sound asstroubled.
Marinette: A little bootybothered if you ask me.
Adrien: Someone’s having a tushytantrum.
Random thing I just remembered:
So back in 8th grade, my class took a math test. And we all bombed. We bombed hard. It was obviously something wrong with the test. I don’t even remember what the issue was, but a whole class doesn’t fail unless something was up. Like, we were all kind of banded together in “what the hell was that.” Since we all did poorly, we were almost giddy with suppressed nerves
The next day, the teacher was like, “I… don’t even know what to say, guys. I’ve never seen anything like this. Like, I’m not naming any names, but one of your classmates got a low score of 18%.”
This kid in the back: “Ah, ah, ah!” He jumps up, trots to the front of the room, shows the teacher his score, and does a little jog back to his seat.
The teacher, without batting an eye says, “I’m not naming any names, but one of your classmates got a low score of 16%.”
We all cracked up at this point, and that test got tossed. But I still just randomly think of it sometimes.
*sees slugs on the sidewalk after it rained*
me:
xgoddamndoorx-deactivated202009
Us through the whole year: Stop asking Frank about MCR, he was the saddest one about the break up and they all moved on. They're happy and healthy now. Leave Frank alone.
Frank: LMAO Y'ALL ARE A BUNCH OF STUPID CLOWNS A BROKEN CLOCK IS CORRECT TWICE A DAY Y'ALL MISSED ALL OF THOSE HINTS LMAO FUCKING IDIOTS WE'VE BEEN LYING TO YOU FOR TWO YEARS STRAIGHT AND YOU ALL TRUSTED US DUMB BITCHES
My autistic brother created a new family Christmas tradition
Okay, so last year, my mom bought this Christmas moose that she lovingly named Barry
This is him
Cute, right?
Well, for whatever reason only known to my brother, he decided that he wanted to put Barry in different rooms of our house and it usually scares the shit out of whomever happens upon Barry; usually the person who finds him is the person that my brother wanted to scare.
So far, Barry has been found
On our dining room table
On my dad's side of my parents' bed
In my parents' closet
Outside their bedroom door (at 5 in the morning and scared my mother shitless)
Near the kitchen door
Near my fucking bed
At the bottom of my sister's stairwell
In our bathroom
And down the hallway
This has gone on for 9 days and it doesn't seem to show signs of stopping. Most of the time we know who gets Barry because it's always followed with a very loud "FUCKING BARRY!!!!!"
My brother is the funniest fucking person I know.
Update:
He found his way into my sister's room.
And my brother is cackling maniacally downstairs.
Holy fuck this doll is creepy
Another update:
The soft glow of the Christmas tree seems to quell his bloodlust
vote to replace the evil surveillance Elf on the Shelf with Barry the Chrismoose