friend: i have a problem with you being polyamorous
me: (ง’̀-‘́)ง
friend: you’re combining greek and latin roots, it’s just unnatural
me: how do i fall for this joke every time
Hi my name is Tavrisoleriterezepetamzeequiuadikarnayaferi Raven Way and I have short ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with rainbow streaks and pointed tips that reaches almost to my cape and icy rust/brown/blue/red/olive/jade/cerulean/indigo/purple/violet/fuchsia eyes like limpid tears
I’ve passed over the chance to reblog this Vine enough times that I finally have to bite the bullet.
Six shots in six seconds. WEED CARD. Cop with beard and “COP” on shirt giving flute solo. Camera twisting left/right.
Did anyone anticipate this, back when moving pictures were invented?
The only thing funnier than this Vine is trying to think about how hard it would be to explain this six seconds of footage to someone from 1895
“man in private carriage is caught with contraband, presents legal registration allowing him to carry controlled substance. Officer of the law is bested and responds to the discourse with dancing and flute music”
I’m gonna say this… There’s a sense of cinematography here that some filmmakers never get a handle on.
And that’s amazing.
I think what might be hard to explain to someone in 1895 is that cannabis is illegal now.
i love this vine exclusively because of 1. the automatic focus on the weed card working just in time and 2. the camera tilt with the viners head GOD
queerhomestuck 