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dimedog:

look at this fucked up bird

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what the fuck

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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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pleatedjeans:

21 Perfect Cat Reactions to Going Outside for the First Time
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  • aries: so fucking stubborn. they will hold a grudge til the end of time
  • taurus: they are fucking nerds.
  • gemini: defo the random outbursts
  • cancer: rudeness. so fucking rude. god damn.
  • leo: they're about 4'9"
  • virgo: they don't want to talk to you at all
  • libra: weird ass laugh
  • scorpio: the fact that you can directly see hell in their eyes
  • sagittarius: fuckin strange ass humor
  • capricorn: creepy fucking smile
  • aquarius: kinda givin off a gay vibe
  • pisces: p conceited and that shit is not confidence as they may think it is
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wellmanicuredman:

did-you-kno:

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let the record show that the first humans capable of imagination immediately invented furries

wellmanicuredman:

did-you-kno:

Source

let the record show that the first humans capable of imagination immediately invented furries

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mazusou:

可愛いけどまずそう http://t.co/r20uXrkjvn
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septembriseur:

No headline will ever bring me as much joy as this.

septembriseur:

No headline will ever bring me as much joy as this.

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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons
Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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sir-dashing:

escapekit:

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Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!
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escapekit:

Pop Culture Crayons

Artist Hoang Tran creates tiny sculptures using large-size Crayola crayons, the artist delicately hand-carves them into pop-culture icons.

My baby girl needs these!

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youcan-callmesir:

thesexpartners:

mickeynicole2:

Hahaha

I have plenty to help with that 😜

It’s a serious issue, send me booty so I don’t get sick ;)

youcan-callmesir:

thesexpartners:

mickeynicole2:

Hahaha

I have plenty to help with that 😜

It’s a serious issue, send me booty so I don’t get sick ;)

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garnetquyen:

velvetcadence:

garnetquyen:


Charles did his best to make sure his master was nursed back to health, and later, he secretly brought a box of cookies to Erik, though mama Edie didn’t allow them to have some before bedtime.

Bigger version on my DeviantArt
otl I’m getting a bit sick like Erik here haha *sniffs loudly*
I wish I had a baby kitten to take care of me too _(:’3JZ)_

(Oh no Q bb feel better soon!)
Charles didn’t know what kind of sickness his new master had, but whatever it was, it clung to him with a strange cloying smell. The medicine they made him drink was sweet when Charles snuck a taste, but the visible shudder the boy did every time he was fed a spoonful told him that it wasn’t very good at all. Mama Edie had spread vapor rub on Master Erik’s back afterwards, and the scent was sharp to Charles’ nose. His master looked like he was feeling better, so Charles couldn’t begrudge it too much.
“Goodnight, boys,” Mama Edie said after tucking them in. Charles lifted his cheek from where it was resting on his master’s shoulder to greet her good night. When the lights were shut off and the door closed, the kitten settled back against Master Erik, listening to the strange rattle in his chest.
If Master Erik breathed too deeply, it would offset a long chain of coughing that wouldn’t end until he was too tired to continue. He’d curl up and cough into his pillow to muffle the sound, not wanting to wake anyone up. Even as sick as he was Master Erik was considerate to a fault, Mama Edie had said. “So you have to take very good care of him, Charles.”
The coughing tonight needed no provocation to set off. Master Erik wrenched away from Charles and tried to muffle his coughing under the sheets, the sound of it wet and alarming. The kitten patted his back with his hands cupped like the nurse had shown him, providing as much comfort as he could give. When the fit slowed down, Charles fetched the nebulizer. It had been prepared earlier before, so all he had to do was switch it on and offer the mask to Master Erik.
The boy breathed better with the medicated mist. Charles kissed his cheek and snuggled into his lap, feeling helpless. “Are you feeling better, Master Erik?”
“Much, Charles. Thank you.”
Charles nuzzled him sadly, listening to the loud buzz of the nebulizer. Whenever he was feeling down, the sisters at the orphanage petted him and occasionally gave him a cookie. Oh! The kitten perked up. There was a bag of cookies in the kitchen!
“Hey, where are you going?” Master Erik asked when Charles began to wiggle out of the blankets.
“I’ll be back, Master!”
“Charles—”
He ran quickly out of the room and down the stairs, as silent and as agile as any big cat. Master Erik liked to say that Charles was a clumsy kitten, but that was only because Charles was never paying attention whenever he tripped over the carpet, or if he was distracted by the sound of the critters behind the walls. He was very focused now, his eyesight adapted to the dark, his bare feet a mere whisper on the hardwood flooring. The cookie box was sitting on the kitchen counter, so he made a running leap towards it.
“Ah!” Charles yelped, his feet slipping past the edge of the counter. He slid down until he was only supporting himself by his elbows, hanging off it precariously. The cookies taunted him, simultaneously so close and so far. Charles scrunched his eyebrows and kicked with his feet, gaining enough leverage to catch the plastic between his fingers.
He landed on his feet like a proper cat, grinning victoriously. After that, it was only a matter of going back to Master Erik and closing the door quietly behind him.
“Hello, kitty,” Erik smiled, sweeping the sheets back so Charles could nuzzle back in his arms. The nebulizer had been put away in favor of a tissue box. “What’s this?”
“Cookies!”
“I thought Mama said no cookies before bedtime?”
Charles’ ears flattened at the thought of Mama Edie disappointed. “But cookies always make me feel better. I just wanted to make you happy.”
“Oh, Charles, I’m very happy!” Erik insisted, gathering him more fully in his arms. “Thank you. I love cookies.”
The kitten purred as his master kissed his hair and fed him a treat. Mama Edie found them in the morning surrounded by tissues and crumbs, but she didn’t have the heart to wake them until later. Erik hadn’t slept as well as he had in a long time, after all, and he needed all the rest he could get.

This is so much cuter now OMG CASEY!…I need a moment!! *sighs happily at them babies*

garnetquyen:

velvetcadence:

garnetquyen:

Charles did his best to make sure his master was nursed back to health, and later, he secretly brought a box of cookies to Erik, though mama Edie didn’t allow them to have some before bedtime.

Bigger version on my DeviantArt

otl I’m getting a bit sick like Erik here haha *sniffs loudly*

I wish I had a baby kitten to take care of me too _(:’3JZ)_

(Oh no Q bb feel better soon!)

Charles didn’t know what kind of sickness his new master had, but whatever it was, it clung to him with a strange cloying smell. The medicine they made him drink was sweet when Charles snuck a taste, but the visible shudder the boy did every time he was fed a spoonful told him that it wasn’t very good at all. Mama Edie had spread vapor rub on Master Erik’s back afterwards, and the scent was sharp to Charles’ nose. His master looked like he was feeling better, so Charles couldn’t begrudge it too much.

“Goodnight, boys,” Mama Edie said after tucking them in. Charles lifted his cheek from where it was resting on his master’s shoulder to greet her good night. When the lights were shut off and the door closed, the kitten settled back against Master Erik, listening to the strange rattle in his chest.

If Master Erik breathed too deeply, it would offset a long chain of coughing that wouldn’t end until he was too tired to continue. He’d curl up and cough into his pillow to muffle the sound, not wanting to wake anyone up. Even as sick as he was Master Erik was considerate to a fault, Mama Edie had said. “So you have to take very good care of him, Charles.”

The coughing tonight needed no provocation to set off. Master Erik wrenched away from Charles and tried to muffle his coughing under the sheets, the sound of it wet and alarming. The kitten patted his back with his hands cupped like the nurse had shown him, providing as much comfort as he could give. When the fit slowed down, Charles fetched the nebulizer. It had been prepared earlier before, so all he had to do was switch it on and offer the mask to Master Erik.

The boy breathed better with the medicated mist. Charles kissed his cheek and snuggled into his lap, feeling helpless. “Are you feeling better, Master Erik?”

“Much, Charles. Thank you.”

Charles nuzzled him sadly, listening to the loud buzz of the nebulizer. Whenever he was feeling down, the sisters at the orphanage petted him and occasionally gave him a cookie. Oh! The kitten perked up. There was a bag of cookies in the kitchen!

“Hey, where are you going?” Master Erik asked when Charles began to wiggle out of the blankets.

“I’ll be back, Master!”

“Charles—”

He ran quickly out of the room and down the stairs, as silent and as agile as any big cat. Master Erik liked to say that Charles was a clumsy kitten, but that was only because Charles was never paying attention whenever he tripped over the carpet, or if he was distracted by the sound of the critters behind the walls. He was very focused now, his eyesight adapted to the dark, his bare feet a mere whisper on the hardwood flooring. The cookie box was sitting on the kitchen counter, so he made a running leap towards it.

“Ah!” Charles yelped, his feet slipping past the edge of the counter. He slid down until he was only supporting himself by his elbows, hanging off it precariously. The cookies taunted him, simultaneously so close and so far. Charles scrunched his eyebrows and kicked with his feet, gaining enough leverage to catch the plastic between his fingers.

He landed on his feet like a proper cat, grinning victoriously. After that, it was only a matter of going back to Master Erik and closing the door quietly behind him.

“Hello, kitty,” Erik smiled, sweeping the sheets back so Charles could nuzzle back in his arms. The nebulizer had been put away in favor of a tissue box. “What’s this?”

“Cookies!”

“I thought Mama said no cookies before bedtime?”

Charles’ ears flattened at the thought of Mama Edie disappointed. “But cookies always make me feel better. I just wanted to make you happy.”

“Oh, Charles, I’m very happy!” Erik insisted, gathering him more fully in his arms. “Thank you. I love cookies.”

The kitten purred as his master kissed his hair and fed him a treat. Mama Edie found them in the morning surrounded by tissues and crumbs, but she didn’t have the heart to wake them until later. Erik hadn’t slept as well as he had in a long time, after all, and he needed all the rest he could get.

This is so much cuter now OMG CASEY!…I need a moment!! *sighs happily at them babies*

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vimeo:

Silly, spinning Hawaiian Monk Seal by Brian V
This seal is on spin cycle.

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Silly, spinning Hawaiian Monk Seal by Brian V

This seal is on spin cycle.

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hodge-podgery:

cuntravoid:

malformalady:

 An old tree stump with grass growing over it, Faroe Islands

are you stupid thats a unicorn

oh what I have to draw this

I love this unicorn

hodge-podgery:

cuntravoid:

malformalady:

An old tree stump with grass growing over it, Faroe Islands

are you stupid thats a unicorn

oh what I have to draw this

I love this unicorn

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fauxyshazam:

"if you’re straight and white tumblr will lynch you~"

fun fact!! there are actual places in the real irl world today (2014!) where if you are anything other than straight and white you will actually get lynched! literally! they will literally kill you!! isn’t that wild??

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