matthew james thomas the idiot that is pippin
ma’am im sorry but that baby was due today, i don’t care if its not done just turn in what you have
This is getting ridiculous…
I’M 600% DONE.
OMFG I nearly spit Coke on my students taking a practice test
I’m sorry I have to reblog this simply because there are teachers who are on tumblr, the fandom part of tumblr, during class. You’re f***ing awesome.
MY REAL OTP
I nearly spit Coke on my students
you are my hero, random fandom teacher
RANDOM FANDOM TEACHER
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what the fuck is this shit
release the penguins
are those ten fortes
I see two dinosaurs nuzzling each other.
EIGHT NOTE CHORDS? What instrument(s) is this for? An octopus??
Its called the Death Waltz, and was written as a joke but people have attempted it on piano.
Saxes move downstage.
SWEET JESUS CLICK THAT
We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…
OH MY HEART
why can’t you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?
*sighs* because the ‘pee’ is silent
no because it’s dead
THAT HAPPENED 65 MILLION YEARS AGO
Raise your hand if you have watched so much British television that is has actually changed your speech patterns.
I’ve not the slightest idea how you’ve come round to that idea.
Exactly. I haven’t the foggiest idea of how you’ve come to that conclusion.
What in the bloody hell are you blabbering on bout you twat?
Behold, people that have never been within 50 feet of anyone even remotely British.
*tries to watch 45 minutes episode in 20 minutes*
Teenagers who follow me…
First of all, “it gets better.” In many ways. In most of the ways that currently make you miserable. That’s largely true.
But right now—please, if it’s even humanly possible, appreciate the intensity with which you feel, the vivid reds you bleed, indigo tears you cry, opalescent first loves and sunshower moments of ecstatic joy.
Maybe it’s just me. It gets better, but the colors fade.
Band people on a windy day be like
A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.