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dappermouth:Walk the field to the hollow and follow it down.

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 20:04:37 -0400

Walk the field to the hollow and follow it down.

hailsshard: batchygyo: blue-bower: bugcthulhu: meglyman: Mim...

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 13:17:53 -0400

batchygyo:

blue-bower:

bugcthulhu:

meglyman:

Mimic Octopus has had enough of Dancing Crab’s shenanigans

darn dancing crabs and their jazz crab hands

‘HELLO MY BABY HELLO MY H-“
“NO”

i cant control my hand suddenly

NEED

Photo

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 13:21:33 -0400

nihilismpastry: syrenkat: jasthelazyelf: pidgerinbalt: vass-rieh: the-lady-magician: canaries: ...

Wed, 13 Jun 2018 12:12:01 -0400

nihilismpastry:

syrenkat:

jasthelazyelf:

pidgerinbalt:

vass-rieh:

the-lady-magician:

canaries:

canaries:

HELLO I JUST FOUND THE BEST FUCKING WEBSITE FOR WORKING ON CHARACTERS AND WORLD BUILDING YEET FUCKERS SEE YOU IN 8 YEARS

If you have been struggling with world building and finding a way to keep track of everything PLEASE GOD LOOK AT NOTEBOOK.AI

Notebook.ai has different categories for different things:

And then once you make something each category has different questions for you to answer about your world:

This website is literally a blessing

@artimadare @mrverymello

@shirleythespiderstar

@nyannationdoesdoodles

What pissed me off is that for a lot of features you need to pay (and it’s a lot for someone who can’t afford anything) The primary set consists of only universes, characters, locations and items.

For this purpose, I like to use WORLDANVIL.COM

Look what you have there for FREE

Yep, I kid you not, this is all for free.

And when you are making a new caracter, you get a nice list of things you can fill out!

You can get a similar list to other things, though it depends what it is. Some categories have only one page ^^

I am trying to describe Broken-World universe in this and it’s coming handy!

Of course there are some things you can pay for, such as being able to hace co-workers from other accounts, but those features are not that important (at least to me) c:

@nihilismpastry ☺

@knight-shys @author-of-sin

vgfm: fandomshatepeopleofcolor: stephanemiroux: bigskydreaming: Okay heads up for all Americans...

Tue, 12 Jun 2018 11:09:29 -0400

vgfm:

fandomshatepeopleofcolor:

stephanemiroux:

bigskydreaming:

Okay heads up for all Americans eligible to vote:

The Supreme Court just issues a ruling allowing Ohio and other states to purge voters from their election registration rolls due to their failure to cast a ballot in previous elections.

This is a major victory for the Trump administration and the GOP, and a direct consequence of the Supreme Court being stacked with more conservative judges (the votes were 5-4). This is also a huge part of what Trump/the GOP were counting on to save them in the 2018 midterm elections, which is where Democrats have been hoping to take back a majority in the House, giving them more power to combat Trump’s abuses of power and Republican legislation.

What this means is YOU CAN NOT ASSUME THAT YOU ARE REGISTERED for the 2018 elections, just because you SHOULD be. Thanks to this decision, red states can purge voters’ registration based on their not having cast a ballot in even just previous federal elections, NOT just the national Presidential elections. Effectively, if you haven’t voted in previous senate races or for congressional representatives in the past few years, that’s all they need now to say you’re no longer registered and need to register again.

They’re deliberately counting on people assuming they’re still registered and so not checking until after registration deadlines have passed, or showing up to vote this November and only then finding out they’re no longer registered, when its too late to do a damn thing about it.

And this is absolutely targeted at marginalized communities, low income voters, disabled voters, and basically anyone who simply can’t always AFFORD to keep on top of every federal election and show up to vote in every senate race, etc. Which not so coincidentally happen to be all the communities and voters who have the most to gain from Democratic victories in the 2018 midterms and are the least likely to cast votes for GOP candidates at this point.

This was absolutely a calculated effort aimed specifically at keeping the GOP in power with a majority control of the government come November, and unfortunately, it has a DAMN good chance of accomplishing just that if it goes by unacknowledged. I’m not looking to alarm or panic anyone, simply to say:

If you are a registered voter in a red state at this point, please please please do not take your registered status as assumed. Check on your registration status, look up all relevant voter registration deadlines for your state and district, CIRCLE THAT SHIT ON YOUR CALENDAR, and check your registration status AGAIN right before those deadlines pass, so you can be sure of it before its too late to do anything about it til the next voting cycle.

Yikes

Reblog this shit right now

Here’s a Twitter thread with resources for voters in every state to check on their registration status: https://twitter.com/AnaMardoll/status/1006221580458790912

Make sure you check it periodically because the newest voter roll purges likely haven’t happened yet.

aqueousserenade: coledownlow: I love this quote. I love this...

Wed, 06 Jun 2018 22:57:18 -0400

aqueousserenade:

coledownlow:

I love this quote. I love this movie.

This scene impressed me so much when I first saw it. It still fills me with… idk something. I love it.

briarin: t36mafia: Cat… If you leave you finger above the...

Tue, 05 Jun 2018 17:59:27 -0400

briarin:

t36mafia:

Cat…

If you leave you finger above the screen to the left, it looks like it’s trying to sniff it

kcithslance:“We’re all made up of the same cosmic dust.”

Sun, 03 Jun 2018 21:19:24 -0400

kcithslance:

“We’re all made up of the same cosmic dust.”

oubliette-od:For my Destiel Secret Santa,...

Thu, 31 May 2018 23:41:15 -0400

oubliette-od:

For my Destiel Secret Santa, crowleyandgrowley. Who, has finally got back internet and received this so I can now post it here :3 This is my present to him and I am so glad it’s finally done! When asked about what he would like, I was given the prompt of Pirate!Dean and Mer!Cas, with perhaps Cas dragging Dean into the water for a kiss. Which was a bit difficult as I haven’t drawn kisses like, ever. So you can probably guess what my google history looks like… The final piece you see here was heavily based on a piece by Gustave Wertheimer, called “The Kiss Of The Siren”. I want to thank whoiskt and bai-marionette for dealing with me throughout this process, I probably would have gone crazy if I didn’t have people in the fandom to bounce ideas off of, and have people to talk to when I’m driving myself crazy. So thank you, and I’m glad that you like it C&G! I am now going to give my poor tablet a rest before I start something else lol

So I got busy with school and working on other projects, so I didn’t get to do any new pieces for mermay. I really wanted to participate but it just didn’t work out. Instead, have this massively old art I did that nobody cares about! As it says above, it was for a destiel secret santa swap I did years ago. I ended up getting the short end of the stick, but I went all out for my person and they loved it. I am still actually really proud of this, I put a LOT of hard work into it. Happy last day of mermay everybody!

enigmaticagentalice: I mean I SAY I love the ‘Enemies to Lovers’ trope but what I really MEAN is...

Tue, 29 May 2018 13:12:31 -0400

enigmaticagentalice:

I mean I SAY I love the ‘Enemies to Lovers’ trope but what I really MEAN is that I love the

‘Enemies to Resentful Allies In A Time Of Crisis to Grudging Mutual Respect to Growing Fondness Concealed By Snark to Hurtful Betrayal to Slow Reconciliation With A Greater Understanding Of Each Other to Strange But Solid Friendship to Unexpected Feelings In A Time Of Crisis to Denying Their Feelings While Growing Closer As Friends to Epiphanies Of Love In The Worst Possible Circumstances to Mutual Pining to Unbearable Sexual Tension to Lovers’

trope

raysdrawlings: At long last I’m excited to share my comic...

Sat, 26 May 2018 18:41:15 -0400

raysdrawlings:

At long last I’m excited to share my comic ‘Tinder’! I had so much fun on this project and it got me really excited to write more stories!
I sincerely hope you enjoyed the comic and have a great day! <3

If you want to help support the comic you can help by:
~ !! Reblogging this post !! ( a big please and thank you! <3)
~ Give the comic an ‘ol follow over on Tapas

Or if you have some extra cash you’re welcome to:
~ Buy a digital copy of the comic
~ Buy a physical copy of the comic
~ Support me on Kofi

frogmp3:“i’ll bear the burden of your hate and die with you” sounds like it’s from shakespeare or a...

Sat, 26 May 2018 17:28:46 -0400

frogmp3:

“i’ll bear the burden of your hate and die with you” sounds like it’s from shakespeare or a greek tragedy or something but it’s from naruto

ghibli-collector:The Art Of Your Name - Kimi No Na Wa 君の名は。Part...

Sat, 12 May 2018 17:56:41 -0400

ghibli-collector:

The Art Of Your Name - Kimi No Na Wa 君の名は。Part One - Dir. Makoto Shinkai (2016)

driverpicksthemooseic: evan-v-thehomosapiens-agenda: princessbelix: calumshood-ie: shadhavar1126:...

Sun, 06 May 2018 17:08:04 -0400

driverpicksthemooseic:

evan-v-thehomosapiens-agenda:

princessbelix:

calumshood-ie:

shadhavar1126:

cinnamonrollwithit:

bellamynochillblake:

abbygrifffin:

asroarke:

amren-rhyssecond:

shenko:

omgbubblesomg:

quinnandersonwrites:

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

*slams fists on table*

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

*flips table*

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS

*Kicks chair*

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

*throws lamp across room*

HELP I NEED A FAKE BOYFRIEND FOR MY EX’S WEDDING

*rips down the curtains*

THEY’RE FAMOUS AND THEIR FANS SHIP THEM

*clutches wine glass so hard it shatters in my fist*

THEY WERE ROOMMATES

oh my god they were roommates

AND THEY PINED MUTUALLY

YOU’RE FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY AND I AM JUST A SIMPLE SERVANT

THEY BOTH HAVE A SECRET THAT RELATES

THEY ARE ENEMY AGENTS

THEY WOKE UP MARRIED IN VEGAS

shigacajun: cell113: hardykat: americanninjax: iopele: thehoneybeewitch: jumpingjacktrash: f...

Mon, 23 Apr 2018 14:29:44 -0400

shigacajun:

cell113:

hardykat:

americanninjax:

iopele:

thehoneybeewitch:

jumpingjacktrash:

fireandshellamari:

gilajames:

captaintinymite:

wickedwitchofthewifi:

silvermoonphantom:

rocky-horror-shit-show:

geniusorinsanity:

bigmammallama5:

voidbat:

eatbreathewrite:

writing-prompt-s:

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.

i had to

I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE

Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.

Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins

I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils.

Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch.

Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart

In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that.

With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather.

Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here.

Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.”

The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.

They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground.

He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case.

Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson.

The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives.

P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.

the last lines of the show:

demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?

anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.

demon: then why?

anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.

demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.

anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!

honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗

that addition is a+ :)

THE ONLY ENDING I WILL EVER ACCEPT FOR THIS

Every time this post shows up on my dash, it gets better (and more heart wrenching. Y’all! Stop cutting the onions okay?!).

If ever don’t reblogging this, I’m either dead, dying, or buried under cat.

justsylvari: spaceslut: the greatest horse in all of animation...

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 22:25:31 -0400

justsylvari:

spaceslut:

the greatest horse in all of animation history

director Jones notes that the production team “gave the horse the operatic curves we couldn’t give Bugs”

Photo

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 15:20:03 -0400

buzzfeed:“Her breasts jounced their agreement.”

Sun, 08 Apr 2018 03:29:06 -0400

buzzfeed:

“Her breasts jounced their agreement.”

westbor0baptistchurch: basicallyrunbabyrun: suzzannnn: when you open a new tab and can’t remember...

Tue, 03 Apr 2018 13:41:25 -0400

westbor0baptistchurch:

basicallyrunbabyrun:

suzzannnn:

when you open a new tab and can’t remember why

when you close it and then remember why you opened it

when your son tricks you into driving him to a PowerLine Concert instead of a fishing trip

greatestmc: mioko-san: setheverman: what’s the mood… for april? artist: 이짜님

Tue, 03 Apr 2018 13:41:19 -0400

greatestmc:

mioko-san:

setheverman:

what’s the mood… for april?

artist: 이짜님