aaronexplainsitall:

that-twink-over-there:

jover2013:

peony-peachh:

lambrini-socialism:

themorbidmedic:

evangeline-elena:

aubscares:

fun fact:

The last supper would have been more like this, according to tradition:

so casual i love it

a sleepover with jc and the boys

Paul: Judas truth or dare??

Judas: dare

Paul: okay lmao I dare u to kiss JC

Jesus: ok your turn peter truth or dare

Peter: truth

Jesus: would you ever betray me peter

Peter:

Jesus:

(a few days later)

Peter: *betrays Jesus*

Jesus:

Jesus: *returns*

Peter: “Jesus… you’re back ?”

Jesus:

this post gets more absurd every time it crosses my dash

lemonsharks:

berlynn-wohl:

discochurch:

Adult things arent NEARLY as complex as I thought they were growing up I just walked into bank of america and said im here to open a checking account and they said ok and opened me a checking account

If you have anxiety about being an adult, it may help to think of adult things as basically just doing a lot of quests.

Me: [googles “where do i get a passport”]
Me: [goes to that building]
Me: [asks first person I encounter] Where do I get a passport?
Them: Third floor, room twelve.
Me: [goes to that room]
Me: [asks first person I encounter] Where do I get a passport?
Them: That desk over there.
Me: [goes to that desk]
Me: Where do I get a passport?
Them: Fill out this form.
Me: [thinking] Silver key opens the garden gate, in the garden is the red key, which opens the red door, there’s a boy in the red house who tells you his dog is trapped in the old abandoned barn and can I please rescue him…

being an adult is a serious of fetch quests and waiting in lines

shiftingpath:

gettzi:

scarilysweet:

goddammitstacey:

I just turned to my housemate and said, “y’know, we’d never know if we were haunted” because we have four cats between us, so every clunk, bump, and crash gets entirely ignored

and now I want a movie about a ghost becoming increasingly desperate to haunt a family but they have cats and so the poor dear goes completely ignored

I’ve had this thought before. My cats aren’t allowed in the bedroom, and sometimes I hear them try to come in and just shout “No thank you!” at them. How hilarious would it be if I was really yelling at a poor ghost, trying to spook me.

Between my cat and my ADHD (wait, where did I put my purse? Wasn’t just here? Oh it’s in the pantry. Eh, must be a brain fail. Again.) I would never know whether or not my ass was haunted.

Spirit: (pulls out a tablecloth, everything on the table crashing onto the floor)
Cat Owner: CUT IT OUT! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE DINING ROOM?
Spirit: (nervously moves to the kitchen)