Ethan: Shoots Lady D And The Bullets Bounce Off Her Ass

i just think that

i need to scream about this shot cause when you’re lost in the darkness (joel) look for the light (ellie) 

Angie: c'mon! say it!!!

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela: no

Angie: Donna and I are one which makes yall my nieces! wHATS THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY?

Alcina: Now, girls...just say it.

Angie: AND THAT MAKES YOU *points at Alcina* MY SISTER.

Alcina: gOD NO-

*the family enjoying a lycan wrestling match*

Alcina: I still don’t know how you can possibly find this amusing. These creatures don’t even like you

Heisenberg: are you saying my lycans don’t like me? of course they do, I’m their lord!

Alcina: oh please! they just put up with you, like the rest of us

Heisenberg: and I suppose you could make them like you better

Alcina: obviously!

Heisenberg: well… prove it right now Lady “my ego is bigger than the Eiffel Tower”! I dare you bitch!

Alcina: very well…

*Alcina stands up, walks towards the lycans, her back to Heisenberg and the rest of the family, moves her hands to her cleavage and pulls her dress down and flashes the lycans…. lycans start howling and screaming in excitement*

Heisenberg: no way…

Donna and Angie: did she really…?!

Moreau: I can’t look

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela: MOTHER!

Alcina going back to her seat: see?… they already like me better than you, you morron

Casssandra coming closer to Alcina and whispering: mother?! did you really flashed them?

Bela also whispering: didn’t expect that from you…

Daniela whispering too: I don’t belive it!

Alcina looking at them and also whispering: of course not! you know I wouldn’t do something with such lack of poise and class! I had a t-shirt underneath with the legend “Heisenberg shits metal gears when constipated”

*the girls burst into laughter*

Heisenberg yelling at the lycans: HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME MOTHER FUCKERS! 

important announcement

amy santiago and rosa diaz are in love. that is all

If Regina Mills isn’t a real person that steals people’s hearts, then how’d she steal mine?

my therapist: do you have a type?

me: women that are old enough to be my mother