Are We Sure They’re Not Blood Related? 🤔

Myself included tbh

This campaign defies censorship in social media to raise awareness for early detection of breast cancer

Tyler Owens in one scene: “Kates from New York, can’t trust a thing she says”

Tyler Owens in the very next scene he’s in (it’s the next day): completely believes her when she says she’s getting them drinks

I am going to eat this entire candy cane.

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

“You are Poseidon’s son.”

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!”

YEAH YOU TELL EM PERCY FUCK A DEADBEAT DAD

You have been visited by the twocumber. May you receive twofold luck in the coming days

“You don’t even have a sword!”

“… I don’t need one.”

🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻

Arthur’s response, probably.

Well, well, well. All the missed opportunities with an overly protective Merlin showing everyone who’s boss with his spectacular magic and Arthur just choking in the background because what do you mean this man’s voice lowers 18483 octaves when he calls his dragon?

Unfair, just unfair.

I mean, Arthur was probably like:

Arthur, whispering: Can’t believe I’m dying over here, while my manservant is hot.

Merlin, lighting up a fire without touching it: Said something?

Arthur, sweating even harder: Can’t believe I’m dying over here, while I haven’t done a squat.

And then he dies.

No, I mean, truly. He actually dies.

Have a great day.