nie mój cyrk, nie moje małpy
not my business
literally: not my circus, not my monkeys
also our I don’t care translates literally to I have it in my ass (mam to w dupie)
The fact that wizard law enforcement found a dude’s finger and immediately closed the investigation, declared him dead, and concluded that the only possible explanation for why they only found a finger was that he was killed so hard that the rest of him was obliterated kind of speaks volumes about why nobody followed up when the genocidal serial killer just vanished.
The Ministry of Magic is fucking useless.
Doctor and Rose - The Married Life
…and now I want to end it. I want to finally finish something.
This scene was
brilliant perfect amazingwritten by Jesus.
I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS CUTE ASS COMIC
I feel like the amount of times this is on my blog is not legal.
Here’s an awesome little piece of history:
Archaeologists in the Burnt City have discovered what appears to be an ancient prosthetic eye. What makes this discovery exceptionally awesome is the striking description of how the owner and her false eye would have appeared while she was still alive and blinking:
[The eye] has a hemispherical form and a diameter of just over 2.5 cm (1 inch). It consists of very light material, probably bitumen paste. The surface of the artificial eye is covered with a thin layer of gold, engraved with a central circle (representing the iris) and gold lines patterned like sun rays. The female remains found with the artificial eye was 1.82 m tall (6 feet), much taller than ordinary women of her time. On both sides of the eye are drilled tiny holes, through which a golden thread could hold the eyeball in place. Since microscopic research has shown that the eye socket showed clear imprints of the golden thread, the eyeball must have been worn during her lifetime. The woman’s skeleton has been dated to between 2900 and 2800 BCE.
So she was an extraordinarily tall woman walking around wearing an engraved golden eye patterned with rays like a tiny sun. What an awesome sight that must have been.
SOMEONE DRAW HER PLEASE
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW AN ANCIENT CRAFTSMAN WAS PRESENTED WITH PEOPLE LOOKING FOR HELP TO NORMALIZE THEIR DISABILITY. AND THEN SAID ‘NAH FUCK THIS WE’RE GOING TO MAKE YOU LOOK BADASS.’
How to be a dead anime mom:
- wear an apron
- have a cute side ponytail
- Be super loving and caring to your son so that the audience knows how much he cares about you and then die tragically in front of him so he embarks on a journey to avenge your death by battling overpowered enemies that want to end humanity
- have a husband that fuckin disappears
i bet god tiers bathe in light and glitter (my life dream)
matt’s was so majestic
no, marco, wearing mikasa’s scarf won’t make jean fall in love with you
I beg to differ
Me: 10:30ish sometimes 4
MALE PRIVILEGE IS WALKING INTO A GROUP OF AMIGAS AND TURNING IT INTO A GROUP OF AMIGOS