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iamthewalrus24:

thetimetravelersguidetothegalaxy:

i-can-hear-the-drums:

jaceeherondale:

markhotppus:

hi-mynameis-rebecca:

dzownn:

howlinfory0u:

aloneewiththesunrise:

Click play if you were alive in 1999

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This was my JAM.

this still IS my jam

So at first i was all “fuck fuck i dont know this” Then as soon as the words started i knew every fucking lyric. 

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right in the childhood

As soon as the chorus came in, I screeched. 

NO STOP DON’T 

I’M GOING TO BE SINGING THIS FOREVER THANKS

Oh my god, I knew this was going to play, I just knew it. I felt a disturbance in the force.

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thecoppercow:

I dunno if this is going to make anyone feel any better, but I accidentally typed “Peter Jeeves” instead of Jakes when trying to tag a post, and now I’m imagining a Jeeves and Wooster/Morse crossover?

One where everyone is happy and nobody is shot and Jeeves Jakes and Thursday and Morse all get together to solve the crime of the missing cow-creamer. And ACC Deare isn’t part of a putrid, corrupt, monstrous collective, just a coterie of scary aunts or something.

So last night I dreamed about late 80s Paul McCartney. We were at some social function at a hotel and I was super duper groggy and tired for some reason so Paul picked me up and carried me to my room. As he walked down the hall with me in his arms, I asked, “Do I weigh as much as an elephant?” to which he replied, “Not quite.” Not satisfied, I ask “Do I weight less than a Mastiff?” I don’t know what he answered, because the next thing I knew I was in my bed and Paul was tucking the covers up around my chin.