I’m in shock! I’ve got a blanket!
People shouldn’t be shamed for what they eat
Wanna eat meat? That’s okay
Wanna not eat meat? That’s okay
Wanna not eat anything the comes from animals at all? That’s okay
People shouldn’t be ashamed of what they eat, unless it’s people. Don’t eat people.
but what if they’re rude?
it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
Mind says 14 minutes. Clock says 2 years.
It’s like the cat realizes whose holding it in the second gif
is this heaven
you can almost hear the cat fangirling
heaven is in you.
The moment all of Henry’s parental units arrive to the scene and ask each other: ‘how did Henry get a stack of dynamite’?
At this point, everyone on the show is pretty much related to Henry. So how the fuck did he get dynamite? How does he keep escaping his babysitters? People need to watch this kid more closely. Clearly everyone is failing at their jobs.
A gazillion parents/grandparents and the kid still gets his hands on dynamite.
Regina says, “He was not playing with dynamite when he lived with me.”
Then Emma says, “Why is everybody looking at me?”
And Rumpelstiltskin says, “I did nothing.”
Charming shuffles his feet and goes, “I may have been a bit…distracted lately.”
Regina gives Snow a venomous look and says, “You did this.”
“Great, so this is my fault too?”
Just sayin’, Grandma Cora wouldn’t have let Henry out of her sight long enough to even think about dynamite
Cora’s one of those old school grandparents who won’t let kids get away with shit.
“Grandma, can I—”
“Don’t you sass me, young man. I will snatch the heart out of a child.”
Yeah and Hook would probably track Henry down, snatch the dynamite away, and give Henry a firm lecture on the difference between being a boy and being a man
…and then go into an empty field by himself and set off the dynamite while giggling
YEAH, SHE’S GOOD LOOKING, I GUESS. NOT REALLY MY TYPE. I LIKE A BIGGER WINGSPAN.
THERE WE GO. PAGE 236. LOOK AT THE PLUMAGE ON THAT ONE. SWEET JESUS.