swigityswegerimerinfuckinjeager:

vanterror:

karbabestrider:

crystalmikii:

tovesorceress89:

raining—-roses:

darkpancakelord:

deckster:

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

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I got Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic the fucking Hedgehog.


Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.

I got Isabelle from animal crossing :o

I got Rogue Titan gettin’ krunk. I was not disappointed.

OH MY GOD I GOD EREN IN TITAN FORM TWERKING

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aHHHHH THIS IS WHAT I GOT IM sO HAPPY

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AWWWWWW I GOT MADOKA YAY

cooljaku:

aobatoppingnoiz:

fuck I have seen this post on my dash at least 4 times today and it took me until just now to realize it was spongebob?? I wasnt reading the text before, and it took me a further 30 seconds to realize that was mr krabbs

This art is so good but spongebob human designs make me feel so strange like I am looking at this and Eugene Krabs is hot and Im not sure if thats something Im willing to accept

I don’t know how to feel. But i do know one thing if this was how it was drawn I’d watch the shit of out it!!!

Reblogged from ghostgirlninja1122

i don’t know how to feel when I’m reading a fanfiction and it’s all cute and fluff and then all of a sudden there’s random smut out of nowhere. Like you went from bunnies to fucking in .5 seconds and that’s not okay. You gotta lead up to it man, don’t just have oh everything’s all normal they’re slowly falling in love but don’t realize it, then the next chapter one walks into the room without a shirt on and suddenly they’re having sex. Like they didn’t even know they liked each other two seconds ago, and suddenly one of them isn’t wearing a shirt and now they’re in love, like wtf?!!!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

The forest was amazing, there was no doubt about that. The trees seemed to glow as the fireflies danced among the leaves, and the moon lit up the water in the streams. She understood exactly why he loved coming here when he was sad. It was so quiet, so peaceful, so tranquil. She could practically feel him standing beside her as she looked on at the trees. He’d spent most of his life here, it was his sanctuary when things got rough. He never told anyone about it, until last Tuesday when he told her how to get there. She can still remember him telling her about it.
"It’s the most amazing place. You just have to see. I want to share it with you it’s made me happy at times when i thought being happy was impossible. You’d love it," He explained.
She imagined he’d be there with her when she saw it for the first time, but instead she was all alone. This was the only thing she had of him, this peaceful place. She liked to think that his spirit was hanging around here, happy, and at peace. A tear slid down her face as she sat down in the grass, soaking her bare feet in the stream. A sigh escaped her lips and she lied back, looking up at the full moon.
She could have sworn she felt a hand in hers as she laid there, but when she looked there was no-one. The trees rustled in the breeze and the fireflies scattered, gathering in the air above her. A small smile made it’s way onto her face. This was defiantly a place to be if you were sad. It felt almost magical, and it seemed to take the bad feelings and carry them away. He was right she did love it. She may not have him anymore but at least he’d given her this before he left…

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

The forest was amazing, there was no doubt about that. The trees seemed to glow as the fireflies danced among the leaves, and the moon lit up the water in the streams. She understood exactly why he loved coming here when he was sad. It was so quiet, so peaceful, so tranquil. She could practically feel him standing beside her as she looked on at the trees. He’d spent most of his life here, it was his sanctuary when things got rough. He never told anyone about it, until last Tuesday when he told her how to get there. She can still remember him telling her about it.

"It’s the most amazing place. You just have to see. I want to share it with you it’s made me happy at times when i thought being happy was impossible. You’d love it," He explained.

She imagined he’d be there with her when she saw it for the first time, but instead she was all alone. This was the only thing she had of him, this peaceful place. She liked to think that his spirit was hanging around here, happy, and at peace. A tear slid down her face as she sat down in the grass, soaking her bare feet in the stream. A sigh escaped her lips and she lied back, looking up at the full moon.

She could have sworn she felt a hand in hers as she laid there, but when she looked there was no-one. The trees rustled in the breeze and the fireflies scattered, gathering in the air above her. A small smile made it’s way onto her face. This was defiantly a place to be if you were sad. It felt almost magical, and it seemed to take the bad feelings and carry them away. He was right she did love it. She may not have him anymore but at least he’d given her this before he left…

Reblogged from writeworld

vergess:

piglii:

RIGHT OKAY SO I WAS TALKING TO MY 5 YEAR OLD COUSIN ON SKYPE ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO AND SHE LEFT FOR A LITTLE WHILE TO GO DO SOMETHING AND DIDN’T WANT ME TO BE LONELY, SO SHE LEFT HER PET FURBY (SHE CALLS IT “LULU”) ON A CHAIR TO “TALK” TO ME FOR A WHILE
SO I ROLL WITH IT AND JUST KIND OF BUM AROUND FOR A MINUTE WAITING FOR HER TO GET BACK WHEN SUDDENLY  A NOISE THAT SOUNDS LIKE SATAN’S ASSHOLE FARTING OUT A METALLICA SOLO COMES OUT OF THE SPEAKERS, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME LULU DECIDES TO START LAUGHING FOR A GOOD 20 SECONDS NON-STOP IN A HIGH PITCHED SCREECH
AND THEN MY COUSIN WALKED BACK IN AND EVERYTHING JUST IMMEDIATELY HALTED
NOT SURE IF I SHOULD INFORM SOMEONE THAT SHE’S PROBABLY LIVING WITH A HELL DEMON DISGUISED IN A PLUSHY PINK PACKAGE JUST WAITING TO DEVOUR THE SOULS OF THE LIVING

It’s 2014. Anyone who buys their child a furby knows exactly what sort of unholy pact they are making, trust me.

vergess:

piglii:

RIGHT OKAY SO I WAS TALKING TO MY 5 YEAR OLD COUSIN ON SKYPE ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO AND SHE LEFT FOR A LITTLE WHILE TO GO DO SOMETHING AND DIDN’T WANT ME TO BE LONELY, SO SHE LEFT HER PET FURBY (SHE CALLS IT “LULU”) ON A CHAIR TO “TALK” TO ME FOR A WHILE

SO I ROLL WITH IT AND JUST KIND OF BUM AROUND FOR A MINUTE WAITING FOR HER TO GET BACK WHEN SUDDENLY  A NOISE THAT SOUNDS LIKE SATAN’S ASSHOLE FARTING OUT A METALLICA SOLO COMES OUT OF THE SPEAKERS, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME LULU DECIDES TO START LAUGHING FOR A GOOD 20 SECONDS NON-STOP IN A HIGH PITCHED SCREECH

AND THEN MY COUSIN WALKED BACK IN AND EVERYTHING JUST IMMEDIATELY HALTED

NOT SURE IF I SHOULD INFORM SOMEONE THAT SHE’S PROBABLY LIVING WITH A HELL DEMON DISGUISED IN A PLUSHY PINK PACKAGE JUST WAITING TO DEVOUR THE SOULS OF THE LIVING

It’s 2014. Anyone who buys their child a furby knows exactly what sort of unholy pact they are making, trust me.

Reblogged from madgirlwitharainbowbox

danganaddict:

c0nsulting-timel0rd:

totoislostinoz:

carry-on-my-consulting-tardis:

“What house?”
“Montague!”
“whAT HOUSE?”
“MONTAGUE”
“WHAT HOUSE?????”
“MONTAGUE!!”
“MONTAGUES! GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!”

The fact that someone else thinks he looks like Zac Efron makes me so happy.

That’s literally all we talked about in freshman English

WE WATCHED THIS IN SHAKESPEARE LAST YEAR AND THIS ONE GUY JUST YELLED “BRETHREN, THOU MUST PLACE THINE HEAD IN THE GAME” AND WE HAD TO WAIT A WEEK TO FUCKING CONTINUE IT BECAUSE WE KEPT CRACKING UP AND SINGING REWRITES OF THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK

danganaddict:

c0nsulting-timel0rd:

totoislostinoz:

carry-on-my-consulting-tardis:

“What house?”

“Montague!”

“whAT HOUSE?”

“MONTAGUE”

“WHAT HOUSE?????”

“MONTAGUE!!”

“MONTAGUES! GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!”

The fact that someone else thinks he looks like Zac Efron makes me so happy.

That’s literally all we talked about in freshman English

WE WATCHED THIS IN SHAKESPEARE LAST YEAR AND THIS ONE GUY JUST YELLED “BRETHREN, THOU MUST PLACE THINE HEAD IN THE GAME” AND WE HAD TO WAIT A WEEK TO FUCKING CONTINUE IT BECAUSE WE KEPT CRACKING UP AND SINGING REWRITES OF THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK

Reblogged from blagamuffin