pure-and-honest:

light ladder
wastelord:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

THIS IS THE BEST RESPONSE TO ONE OF THESE ICEBERG THINGIES

I laughed. I shouldn’t have. But I did.

wastelord:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

THIS IS THE BEST RESPONSE TO ONE OF THESE ICEBERG THINGIES

I laughed. I shouldn’t have. But I did.

cat-pic:

ロシアンブルー鉄板一発芸 byロシ猫娘 http://nekopple.com

cat-pic:

ロシアンブルー鉄板一発芸 byロシ猫娘 http://nekopple.com

another-casualty-to-society:

Mercutio: Romeo, mah Bromeo, I love you man, but no homeo.

Romeo: Bruh

sweet-bitsy:

Come back here, son

sweet-bitsy:

Come back here, son

wingedflow:

sassygayclarinetist:

canadian vandalism

wingedflow:

sassygayclarinetist:

canadian vandalism

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ridykulous:

I’d like to play the fruit

ridykulous:

I’d like to play the fruit

wingedflow:

sassygayclarinetist:

canadian vandalism

wingedflow:

sassygayclarinetist:

canadian vandalism

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oscarstardis:

donatellavevo:

an emotional roller coaster from start to finish

This says so much with so little. The expert editing to the character of ‘Mum’ whose sudden interruption of our protagonist’s enjoyment is both comical and concise, offering a logical narrative development quickly. ‘Mum’ need not address herself as ‘Mum’, she need merely refer to “my car” and we can work out her relation to the protagonist from the previous information we’ve been given. New depths are added by the clear immaturity of our protagonist as she sings about being in her mother’s car before issuing a child-like “Broom Broom”, telling us that she is not ready to be driving her mother’s car, so perhaps we don’t want her to win in her objectives. This also  creates a plausible explanation as to why ‘Mum’ doesn’t want her daughter in her car, turning the mother figure from a one-dimensional antagonist to a fully-formed character in her own right. And finally the small, underplayed, “aww”, which, in its lack of surprise and tone of dull acceptance, forces us to speculate that this isn’t the first time our protagonist has experienced this twisting narrative. We are always held back from our dreams. We always repeat our mistakes. But life continues nevertheless. Broom broom. Broom broom, indeed.