IS THIS A FUCKING RAINBOW CHEESECAKE?????
I AM FUCKING MAKING THIS.
Original Video: How to Make Rainbow Cheesecake
The real world.
This is from That’s So Raven, where Chelsea and Raven apply to work at the same clothing shop. Chelsea is white; Raven is black. Chelsea gets the job, despite being utterly horrible at it, while Raven, who has a deep interest in fashion and knows how to handle clothes, does not. The girls find this deeply suspicious, so Chelsea wears a hat with a camera on it and questions the employer. The employer admits what she does in the gif above and Chelsea and Raven submit the footage to a news station.
And THAT is why That’s So Raven is the best TV show ever.
Aasif Mandvi interviews Fox Business commentator, Todd Wilemon.
GOING TO CLICK ON A NEW TAB AND ACCIDENTALLY EXITING OUT OF THE ENTIRE WINDOW
#GirlsCan: Women Empowerment | COVERGIRL: Girls can’t? Yes, they can. Rap, be funny, be off-the-wall, rock, be strong, run the show, make the world a little more easy, breezy and beautiful.
Sorry but like how is no one freaking out about The Sims 4?
LOOK AT IT. LOOK.
THERE AREN’T ANY SLIDERS. YOU CAN ADJUST BODY SHAPE SO YOU COULD HAVE A FAT SIM WITH SKINNY LEGS AND BROAD SHOULDERS. OR A SKINNY SIM WITH A BARREL CHEST AND CHUNKY THIGHS.
SIMS HAVE EMOTIONS AND MEMORIES ACTUALLY AFFECT WHAT YOUR SIMS CAN DO.
AND THEY DON’T LOOK LIKE WEIRD, SHINY, PUDDING PEOPLE.
ALSO JUST LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THAT FIRST PICTURE IS. LOOK AT IT.
MY BODY IS READY.
But my wallet is not.
Does anyone else have like several songs that they love but are constantly skipping because the atmosphere has to be just right and you have to be able to completely immerse yourself in it for those few minutes without any distractions
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"
what the actual fuck
"i shouldn’t eat this" I say as I shove it into my mouth
Somethin' like a concrete rose...|
"Every sweet has it's sour.
Every evil its good."
Ralph Waldo Emerson