May 13, 2013   108,820 notes

michelleev:

gUYS REMEMBER WHEN ZACK AND CODY WENT TO A PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ESTEBAN WAS THE SASSY ESTEBANITA 

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May 4, 2013   2 notes

Matt- I’d have to say that Matthew likes it more.

((sorry it’s so sketchy and bad ahh))

May 3, 2013   36,668 notes

connor-sexonlegswithahat-temple:

vgkait:

The Scooby Doo cartoons have kept the same style for almost all of its runs

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Then you have “Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!” and it’s like

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Who the fuck are these assholes

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT? 

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April 26, 2013   1,185 notes

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April 26, 2013   2 notes

hey there i’m sorry i haven’t updated in awhile again. i was doing really good and then got a bunch of hate on one of the things and i was just like oh… and lost all want to draw anything for awhile but now i’m back:3 updates should come soon~

April 21, 2013   144,039 notes
edgebug: totallytransparent: Semi Transparent Randall (matches your blog background (like the real randal!) drag it!)Made by Totally Transparent well this is the coolest thing everhe looks really rad on white backgrounds omg

edgebug:

totallytransparent:

Semi Transparent Randall (matches your blog background (like the real randal!) drag it!)
Made by Totally Transparent

well this is the coolest thing ever
he looks really rad on white backgrounds omg

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April 21, 2013   14,507,538 notes

sir-pimp-master-arthur:

tardisbluecommunity:

dicksp8jr:

voyagesofabookworm:

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if this picture of me gets 14 million notes ill do a thing

the amount of notes is actually kind of scary though

we dont even know what the thing will be

or if this guy was serious in the first place

we just want to find out I guess?

this was made 11 hours ago how

im

what did he do to manufacture those notes im so confused

omg it’s over 13 thousand…..

I think you mean 13 million

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April 18, 2013   17,444 notes
scottpilgrirn: Alright guys, see this post?DO NOT REBLOG THIS POSTIT APPEARS HARMLESS ON YOUR DASH, BUT TURNS OUT TO BE A VERY TRIGGERING PHOTOSET OF SOMEONE DYING A BLOODY DEATH IN A CAR ACCIDENT ONCE IT ENDS UP ON YOUR BLOGSIGNAL BOOST THIS PLEASE, I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO HAVE A MENTAL BREAK DOWN BECAUSE OF A CRUEL PRANKHERE’S A LINK TO THE POST, ALTHOUGH IT MAY BE TAKEN DOWN AT ANY TIME

scottpilgrirn:

Alright guys, see this post?
DO NOT REBLOG THIS POST
IT APPEARS HARMLESS ON YOUR DASH, BUT TURNS OUT TO BE A VERY TRIGGERING PHOTOSET OF SOMEONE DYING A BLOODY DEATH IN A CAR ACCIDENT ONCE IT ENDS UP ON YOUR BLOG
SIGNAL BOOST THIS PLEASE, I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO HAVE A MENTAL BREAK DOWN BECAUSE OF A CRUEL PRANK
HERE’S A LINK TO THE POST, ALTHOUGH IT MAY BE TAKEN DOWN AT ANY TIME

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April 15, 2013   11,903 notes

useful phrases in japanese

pulpofiction:

satte kudasai: please leave

anata wa hidoi n da: you’re awful

watashi wa anata o utsu tsumorida: i’m going to hit you

watashi wa anata ga daikiraida: i hate you

tomodachi janai: not friends

betsuni: i don’t care

tanoshinde kudasai, please enjoy (◡‿◡✿)

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April 4, 2013   17,809 notes
heysawbones: A Proud Moment. I don’t have a degree in eating blocks of cream cheese, which sucks because I’m sure it would add a lot of value to my CV. (Instead, I have “lying, poorly”. Does that count?).  I did eat a block of cream cheese once, though. I remember it fondly, because it was one of the proudest moments of my life. This probably says a lot about me, though god only knows what. I used to be part of a youth group, which is to say, yes, I was part of a church once. I was the “youth leader”, which is the church’s way of saying, “you are the only person in the youth group who doesn’t roll your eyes at us, when we talk to you.” What they did not know is that - aside from not actually being terribly religious - I had made the youth minister my sworn enemy. He was a weird guy. Very young; not too bright, frankly. Had a goatee, because the law requires all youth ministers to have goatees. It’s true. Look it up. He told us that Mormons owned Pepsi-Cola, and that The Gay Agenda created yaoi to recruit young men, the latter of which “fact” was really, really funny. A lot of the things he did were not so funny. Once, we went to a nursing home, where he decided to jump up and down in the elevator. He knew, of course, that I had an elevator phobia. I asked him to stop. He began sing-screaming, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN as he jumped. A chaperone asked him to stop, couldn’t he see I was afraid? I backed into the corner and crouched there, clinging to the railing. That was the day he became more than just a moron. That was the day I decided I would make his youth-group life a hell. Most of the time, all I had to do was ask real questions about the Bible, and then ask him questions about his answers, and so on and so forth until he ran out of excuses, or said something deeply embarrassing. One day, he was trying to explain why it was still totally okay for parents to stone their kids to death for disobeying. He was flustered; inarticulate. I pulled a room-temperature block of Philadelphia cream cheese. He watched me unwrap it as he rambled on. I took a bite. I locked eyes. I did not look away. I ate in silence. There was confusion written all over his features. His sentences tumbled apart into further incoherence, and faded away. He was afraid.  I cherish that moment. 

heysawbones:

A Proud Moment.

I don’t have a degree in eating blocks of cream cheese, which sucks because I’m sure it would add a lot of value to my CV. (Instead, I have “lying, poorly”. Does that count?). 

I did eat a block of cream cheese once, though. I remember it fondly, because it was one of the proudest moments of my life. This probably says a lot about me, though god only knows what.

I used to be part of a youth group, which is to say, yes, I was part of a church once. I was the “youth leader”, which is the church’s way of saying, “you are the only person in the youth group who doesn’t roll your eyes at us, when we talk to you.” What they did not know is that - aside from not actually being terribly religious - I had made the youth minister my sworn enemy.

He was a weird guy. Very young; not too bright, frankly. Had a goatee, because the law requires all youth ministers to have goatees. It’s true. Look it up. He told us that Mormons owned Pepsi-Cola, and that The Gay Agenda created yaoi to recruit young men, the latter of which “fact” was really, really funny. A lot of the things he did were not so funny. Once, we went to a nursing home, where he decided to jump up and down in the elevator. He knew, of course, that I had an elevator phobia. I asked him to stop. He began sing-screaming, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN as he jumped. A chaperone asked him to stop, couldn’t he see I was afraid? I backed into the corner and crouched there, clinging to the railing. That was the day he became more than just a moron. That was the day I decided I would make his youth-group life a hell.

Most of the time, all I had to do was ask real questions about the Bible, and then ask him questions about his answers, and so on and so forth until he ran out of excuses, or said something deeply embarrassing. One day, he was trying to explain why it was still totally okay for parents to stone their kids to death for disobeying. He was flustered; inarticulate. I pulled a room-temperature block of Philadelphia cream cheese. He watched me unwrap it as he rambled on. I took a bite. I locked eyes. I did not look away. I ate in silence. There was confusion written all over his features. His sentences tumbled apart into further incoherence, and faded away. He was afraid. 

I cherish that moment. 

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