roachpatrol:

Your name is SOLLUX CAPTOR and HOLY FUCK are you ever GOTH.

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porrimminaj:

chernaya—koshka:

I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!

*Jane in Wonderland*

Jane Crocker | photo | Lil Seb made by me :B

and a bonus photo 

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charlesoberonn:

blookisses2:

johnfreakingegbert:

Thank you stranger for making my day

It says “I warned you about the stairs bro” in alternian

The Alternian isn’t right though, Alternian is right-to-left. This is just ES Deadric.

charlesoberonn:

blookisses2:

johnfreakingegbert:

Thank you stranger for making my day

It says “I warned you about the stairs bro” in alternian

The Alternian isn’t right though, Alternian is right-to-left. This is just ES Deadric.

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ikimaru:


thestriderlalondes: I hope this is okay? (If it’s not I’ll take it down ASAP.) I was planning on putting up HS pictures in my room, and yours are some of my favorites, so I did this, and put up some others, but they’re yours, and I wanted to confirm it was okay.

omg you managed to print it 8’) and suure it’s completely fine!! uvu I’m glad you liked them <3

ikimaru:

: I hope this is okay? (If it’s not I’ll take it down ASAP.) I was planning on putting up HS pictures in my room, and yours are some of my favorites, so I did this, and put up some others, but they’re yours, and I wanted to confirm it was okay.

omg you managed to print it 8’) and suure it’s completely fine!! uvu I’m glad you liked them <3

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itchyghost:

bookishbutcorruptible:

thisiskaylaerin:

Sunday Cosplay is the best

HOLY MOTHERFUCK SHIT GOD BLESS YOU

There are days where I hate the human race.

Today is not one such day.

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hulkling:

When I was twelve in Russia I killed my parents. Because I wasn’t a good person. Even at that age I was the worst. So I became a criminal. I sank into the criminal underworld. In those days, it was not a joke. Only the toughest of the tough survived. I married one of the most powerful drug dealers on the street. It didn’t last long I caught him in bed with another woman. So I dispatched them both from there I became a rogue. I started doing whatever I could, for safety or for money.

UGH NATASHA FEELINGS

(Source: viktorcreed)

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rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

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bagmilk:

never has a gif set described my entire life so perfectly

(Source: thelostie)

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i was asked to do a progression post.

dersekingdom:

the-oddly-imperfect:

dersekingdom:

 well, have me in 2009:

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You’re so cute

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waahah thank you!!

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