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Jared Leto: You see this? You know what it is? This is the tag on the bottom of the mattress.
Director: *sweating profusely, shaking in his boots* Jared… Jared, no, please…
Jared Leto: *tears the tag off the mattress*
Director: *crying* My God… we’ve pushed him too far now… he’s REALLY become The Joker…
*pulls a coin out from behind your ear* *gets taken to the circle by templars*
apparently the ancient greek painter zeuxis died from laughing too hard at one of his own paintings and i just really identify with that
Philipp Plein Fall/Winter 2016/2017
Just to clarify, those are three blond fashion models, one wearing a golden batman symbol and carrying a skateboard backpack, one with no backpack attached to his skateboard but an even bigger golden batman symbol, and the third with neither batman symbol nor backpack but an irreverently stripey suit jacket and a look of distant, hollow rage.
Whatever the fuck is happening in the next batman movie, I am fucking here for this shit.
“Bat-Percival,” Bat-Clarence drawled, doing a sick grind down the oaken bannisters of Chomdleigh Hall, “go fetch Bat-Roderick out of the library, they’re serving bat-bangers and mash for luncheon and you know how he fusses so when he misses out.”
“I’ll go,” Bat-Percival says gravely. “But I shan’t enjoy it. I haven’t enjoyed anything since my parents were shot in front of me at the skatepark.”
Bat-Clarence joins him at the window overlooking the lush grounds of St Albertine’s On The Wold School For Batmen, and places his hand sympathetically on Bat-Percival’s impeccably tailored shoulder for one brief moment of completely unintentional homoeroticism. Then Bat-Percival mounts his board and does a fucking sick triple kick-flip out the window. He is gone into the night.
Somewhere, a bell tolls. It reminds Bat-Percival of how his parents got shot. They both got shot. Right in front of him, at the skatepark.
“I am the night, in a way,” he muses, “but then again, does not darkness reside in the hearts of all mankind?” He ollies pensively off to the dining hall.
reading this caused me to make zoo noises
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
BUT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING.
It’s in words
We love only two things in this world: Netflix binges and Harry Potter. @vitoriabas has combined the two, and for that WE ARE FOREVER IN HER DEBT. Check out 10 of her hilarious illos here, then head to SparkLife to see all 13!
PS. WE’RE NOT CRYING OVER REGULUS, YOU’RE CRYING OVER REGULUS.
This is amazing. Oh my gosh Dobby.
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