Ouch

ouch

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tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like

“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”

and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent

the math ain’t mathing

Annabeth: How the hell you spell showfer? Rachel: Chauffeur. Annabeth: Ooooo fancy pants rich McGee over here. Annabeth: Fuck you.

if y’all know me, you know slayer of dance, this is what she got. obviously

@some-horse-gurl look what your wife got

alright babes, uquiz time.

find out who you would be in fantasy society. i’m reblogging with a link so tumblr doesn’t hide this. 

Ethical concerns of your boyfriend also being your doctor be damned! My boys are gay!