rvbtexts:

meghorama:

rvbtexts:

Happy America Day, dudes!

Okay but no. Carolina. No. America is 238 years old. Not “thousands”. 2014 is how long ago Christ died.

Unless you see spaceships flying around and soldiers fighting aliens, I don’t think this is based in 2014, dude.

"What’s your best job, Ryan?"

rt meme: [2/8] eight ahwu’s + geoff’s beard

donotchoosesidesyet:

lets be real though

joel heyman is obsessed with gold and finances, and he never ages, and is ultrapossessive

he’s a dragon obvsly

ragehappyhunter:

→If home is where my heart is, then my heart has lost all hope

alexagator:

I’ve been very sick for the past couple weeks, so I’ve been watching lots of mahou shoujos in attempt to lift my spirits. RWBY is the stupidiest and the greatest show ever (and Jaune is such a dumbass, oh god)

me: *playing animal crossing*
me: I'm really tired
me: *checks time*
me: IT'S 1AM

ryanhayywood:

things that are okay

  • looking for ryan in a gnome outfit
  • looking for ryan’s twist magazine shoot

things that are not okay

  • spamming twist magazine’s twitter for the pictures of ryan that they probably don’t have on hand
  • sharing information about ryan’s wife all over the internet bc thats not fucking cool
If I was your boyfriend/girlfriend/datefriend…finish in my ask.
mallius:

"I thought I asked for a maestro, not a boy from the Fratellanza," Jack groused, eyeing the newcomer’s wide grin and rich brocades amidst assassin whites.
The man bowed with a flourish, still smiling. “Well met, Master Pattillo. Gavino Free, at your service — or Gavin, if you’d prefer.” His accent was decidedly not Italian, save for a subtle trill in his vowels.  
"Niceties later, maestro Free,” Jack replied wearily, motioning for Gavin to follow him, “—word’s reached us of trouble along the Neches…

mallius:

"I thought I asked for a maestro, not a boy from the Fratellanza," Jack groused, eyeing the newcomer’s wide grin and rich brocades amidst assassin whites.

The man bowed with a flourish, still smiling. “Well met, Master Pattillo. Gavino Free, at your service — or Gavin, if you’d prefer.” His accent was decidedly not Italian, save for a subtle trill in his vowels.  

"Niceties later, maestro Free,” Jack replied wearily, motioning for Gavin to follow him, “—word’s reached us of trouble along the Neches

cortanas:

Freddie W? What does that stand for? Freddie Wet?

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavin:

SOMEONE FUCKING POSTED THIS IN THE LET’S PLAY COMMENTS

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IM DEAD

girlswithglasses:

megan turney #50