"can i have some of your fries?"
"can i have some of your fries?"
ARIEL YOU STUPID IDIOT YOUR BRA DOESNT MATCH YOUR TAIL YOU LOOK LIKE A FREAKING FASHION CATASTROPHE
BUT NEITHER DOES HER SISTER WITH THE YELLOW TAIL AND GREEN BRA
WHY ARE WE SCREAMING ABOUT THE LITTLE MERMAID?
I DON’T KNOW BUT IT SEEMED NECESSARY?
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, WHY DO THEY ALL HAVE DIFFERENT HAIR COLOR? I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS GENETICALLY POSSIBLE WITH JUST TWO PARENTS! SOMEONE WITH SCIENCE FIGURE THIS OUT!
ARE THEY ACTUALLY SISTERS? BECAUSE, HAIR COLOR ASIDE THE GENETICS BEHIND DIFFERENT TAIL COLORS (BEING SO DISTINCT) WOULD BE EVEN MORE IMPROBABLE
I MEAN, WE NEVER SEE A MOTHER! THERE COULD BE MULTIPLE WOMEN INVOLVED IN TRITON’S LOVE LIFE!
PERHAPS THEY’RE HALF-SISTERS? OR MAYBE THEY DYED THEIR HAIR? COULD IT BE POSSIBLE THAT THEY DYED THEIR TAILS AS WELL?
I’M PRETTY SURE ALL OF THOSE HAIR COLORS COULD COME FROM TWO PARENTS. LIKE, IF TRITON HAS BRUNETTE AND REDHEAD ALLELES AND THE MOM HAS BLONDE AND REDHEAD ALLELES THIS IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE. AND IF WE ASSUME THAT TAIL COLOR IS CONTROLLED SEPARATELY FROM HAIR COLOR I FAIL TO SEE AN ISSUE. MERMAIDS COULD HAVE.. THEY COULD EVEN BE CODOMINANT. SO THEY’RE ALL EITHER RED DOMINANT OR BLUE DOMINANT. DIFFERENT COMBINATIONS OF EITHER RED OR BLUE ALLELES COULD ACCOUNT FOR ALL OF THEM. THERE.
Only on tumblr will you see a discussion about the science behind physical traits of characters in a Disney movie
YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SCREAMING GET WITH THE PROGRAM
I ALMOST SCROLLED PAST THIS…ALMOST.
I don’t understand how people can shower in like five minutes I mean I can go as fast as I can I still have to shampoo my hair and condition my hair and scrub myself and shave and cut myself shaving and use the blood in my summoning of the dark lord then travel to another dimension to ward off my enemies then come back and dry off how do you do that in five minutes
2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner
How the fuck did he get hired there giving his name as “The Doctor”?
Im pretty sure he either used psychic paper or said “fuck it” and just made his own name tag and pretended he was hired.
I have one of those Doctor Who books that gives extra info on stuff and someone made up the application he sent to get hired and you really have to find it and see it because it’s pure gold. He put his age as like 1,200 and crossed it out and put 50 or something then wrote “Is that too high?” and crossed that out too and just wrote 29
I know I already reblogged it, but I had a feeling I’d seen that application IRL, so I dug out my books and went looking.
I have a feeling he got hired because they realised they wouldn’t have to pay him.
Seal with a data-logger on it’s head. [x]
"LOOK! LOOK! I’M A NARWAL!"
I’ve been laughing for about 20 minutes now
Ignoring Cas’s blunt and completely hilarious sense of dry humor for a moment, think about what he’s actually saying here. Castiel is the name given to him by God. Castiel translates roughly to ‘my cover is God’ or ‘shield of God’ in Biblical theophory—the ‘el’ suffix means ‘God’, and ‘iel’ means ‘of God.’ Cas is the name given to him by Dean. Deliberately or not, Dean removed the part of Cas’s name that means ‘of God’, and left him with ‘shield’. Castiel isn’t actually a Biblical angel—it’s a variant of the name ‘Cassiel’, who was an archangel in the Kabbalah responsible for observing the Earth with no interference. Making it up as we go, indeed.
the cutest thing ever
it would be cuter if i could pronounce it
where are the vowels
what do the welsh do with vowels? D:
They gave them to Hawaii.
Alright you wanna know what?
Welsh language is RIDICULOUS
We don’t even have the fucking letter X. Half our words are just the english word misspelled.
Taxi? No no you mean tacsi.
Ambulance? Wrong it’s ambiwlans.
The other half of our words are just ridiculous.
Computer is fucking cyfriddiadur. Try and fucking say that i dare you and i promise you’ll say it wrong because Welsh is fucking ridiculous.
You know the letter d? Yeah we have that. But we also have the letter dd.
D AND DD ARE TWO SEPARATE LETTERS WHAT THE FUCK
AND FUCKING NUMBERS OH MY GOD
1 is un
2 is dau
3 is fucking tri what are we irish?
4 is pedwar
5 is pump. Pronounced pimp ffs
6 is fucking chwech what the fuck
7 is saith
8 is wyth what the fuck
9 is naw
10 is deg
WANN KNOW WHAT 11 IS?
FUCKING UN DEG UN
IT FUCKING TRANSLATES TO ONE TEN ONE
20 IS DAU DEG WHICH IS TWO TEN
21 IS DAU DEG UN WHICH IS TWO TEN ONE
And fucking colours man
Pink is just pinc
WHITE IS FUCKING BLANC
DONT FUCKING TRUST THE WELSH WE’LL CONFUSE YOU WITH OUR LANGUAGE AND FUCK YOUR SHEEP WHILE YOURE DISTRACTED
AND FUCK YOUR SHEEP WHILE YOU’RE DISTRACTED.
Jack is hardcore as fuck
scare me like one of your french girls
For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.
You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king
"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."
Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”
now THAT’S what i call a party