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So, earlier today, I was mowing the lawn while my mother was tending her front garden.
We live next to a training center for the Air Force. They train jet pilots every day.
So, we’re normally treated to plenty of sonic booms. They sound like cannons.
Well, today, every time I heard a sonic boom, I’d stop what I was doing and watch my mother for a second with a terrified look on my face.
She noticed it after I had done it a few times, and ask me if something was wrong, to which I said, “Just making sure you aren’t about to fall over, dead.”
She shook her head, and kept working. I kept my act up for 22 sonic booms. After the 22nd one, I said, “Well, it looks like it’s come down to just us two tributes.”
My mother stared.
“I’d rather you go home instead of me,” I said. “Tell everyone back at the District that… I’ll miss them…” And I fell over dead.
My mother hasn’t said anything to me since.
(Source: the-chubby-nerd)
Lol no it won’t I’m still gonna come in.
I really want to take a picture of me just crying outside a door with a broom against the door like this, but we lost our broom in the move and I haven’t replaced it yet.
…C-can we make this a thing? Just make this a thread of witches crying outside broom-locked doors?
Whoops, meant to put this here.
(I guess you can submit here if you want and I’ll tag it with #wearesuperstititous?)
I need to do this.
FEMINERDITY
WE NEED TO DO THIS
(Source: , via moonflowerlights)
read some comics last night, have I mentioned lately how much I love superheroes carrying other superheroes?
BRIDAL STYLE
ah, there they are. the unfollowers.
WHAT IF YOU WOKE UP TOMORROW…
(Scared woman sits up with a gasp, creeps down gloomy hallway shaking with terror)
ONLY TO FIND…
(Scared woman sees a glow under a door. She throws it open to reveal a computer. Close up on the screen. It is the Tumblr homepage)
THAT YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE LEFT?
(Close-up on the screen which reads 0 FOLLOWERS)
(Woman steps outside and the streets are abandoned, fanfiction littering the street and pictures of Tom Hiddleston blowing down the street like tumbleweeds)
IN FIVE DAYS…
(The woman bends to pick up a picture of Doctor Who hugging Sam and Dean Winchester with a sparkly heart around them)
(Suddenly she stands up. MYSPACE is standing behind her, beckoning her into its empty gaping abyss. The woman screams. Cut to black)
IT BEGINS ALL OVER AGAIN
FROM THE PEOPLE WHO BROUGHT YOU “COME PLAY MAFIA WARS WITH ME” AND “PLENTY OF FISH” COMES THIS YEAR’S MOST TERRIFYING VISION…
THE UNFOLLOWERS
