I don’t like sports, but the Bearcats are my new favorite team.
I love how it gets more elaborate each time. These boys are thinking this through.
This is my favorite post of all time
but come on they’re beEARCA tS?????
I can’t express enough my love for this.
OMG i couldn’t figure out why Eugene was hiding and then it hit me.
what if everyone in the world could manipulate one crab. and it was their soul crab and like if we sycnhronized our thoughts our crabs could work together as an army and overthrow evil governments but you could also use your crab for evil like to snip someone
it would be an interesting view into the hearts of humans, these soul crabs
It’s 2AM somewhere
crabs have no concept of time. only creation and destruction
anytime a guy says “that’s what she said” always reply with “not to you”
My mom wont let me cosplay the doctor guys this is some serious shit
This is really not okay.
I think some people fail to realize that men can be sexually assaulted, too, and not just by other men. This girl shoves him against the wall and slaps him three fucking times when he pushes her away. Heck, he has to push her away twice before she backs off for a moment. Then she goes right back to kissing him.
If the genders were reversed, everyone on this site would be flipping a shit. And if anyone dares to tell me that it’s different when a girl does it to a guy, I will personally write you a three-page essay on why it is still not okay.
I’m just going to REBLOG this all the fucking time
I SWEAR I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS.
2,121,566 people are not Hans and counting!
We’ll find you Hans.
This post is scandalous.
reblogging because hans cant.
If you scroll past this I am going to assume your name is Hans.
I couldn’t not reblog…
Well done, show. Well done.
What if Hans still loves Anna?
What if when they trolls said “Get the fiancee out of the way” they meant it?
What if they cast a spell on Hans that replaced his feelings for her with greed?
What if Hans is stuck inside his own mind, screaming and crying, because the love of his life is slipping through his fingers, by his own hand?
What if the open door never closed?