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numbuh 4   of the kids next door thirteen or older be prepared to get W H O O P E D



100,000 disbelievers
couldnt keep me on the ground

this is what one song does to me
i cant be on this blog rn oh my god

                                                           R e m e m b e r i n g .
                                                              F o r g e t t i n g .
                                                    I’m not sure which is worse.

(Source: asskicker-grimes)

IM GOING TO CRY THAT SONG AND KND 
ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE MIXED

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day

"EACH NIGHT I ASK THE STARS UP ABOOOVE"

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"WHY MUST I BEEE A TEENAGER IN LOOOOVE”

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"You’re both gross.”

Come Little Children by Hocus Pocus OST

nomiconn:

I do not even know who you are. You needn’t be so h̲o̲s̲t̲i̲l̲e̲ ; and do you often treat people as if you just saw them commit murder or is this a new angle. 

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"Sure, I don’t know most people I fight but I still fight ‘em. Don’t gotta be best buddies with someone to show you’re not to be messed with. I treat people how I see how they should be treated and you look like you could use some mustard with that ketchup hair of yours.”

sasaixninja:

"They blow on impact, so throw it at the ground and it’ll crack it, and release the smoke after that. Here, I’ll show you."

Brooke took a step back, to give enough distance as she then displayed another smokebomb between her pointer and middle finger. Then, with a strong gesture downward, the ball was thrown down, and in a bamf of pinkish red smoke, she was gone, vanishing completely from sight. The gas did indeed stink, and the ninja kind of felt sorry she had been standing downwind of Four. Oh well, the kid’s gotta learn somehow, right?

"They’re alot of fun to use." She then told him, now up maybe twenty feet above him in a tree with her arms crossed and her eyes bright to match her unseen smile, "I can’t tell ya how many times I’ve run out of these things, Four. More then I can count."

The red smoke appeared and evaporated quickly, leaving Wally waving off the remainder of the substance that surrounded him as he looked around for the missing girl. He’d be on edge if that wasn’t so dang wicked— There was a grin on his face and the smell wasn’t even a bother. The boy barely showered and he lived right alongside the town dump. Bad smells weren’t far from when it came to him.

His eyes shot up, following her voice and he clamped the orb tighter in his hands as he ran over to get closer.

"Does all your stuff asplode like that?!" And maybe it was a bad thing considering his position, that being a ninja wouldn’t be so bad if it came with all this nifty stuff (even if he never saw smokebombs in action before) especially when blowing up was something they did. “Can I get another one for my pals?”

(Source: wallybeetles)

nomiconn:

❝ Boy. I do not even know what you are holding an —————

              .  .  . wait. Why are you threatening me, what offensive move have I made here. 

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"It’s to make sure you don’t
pull nothin’ funny on me.”