marauders4evr:

sauronthenecromancer:

the-profuscus:

necturusmaculosus:

barackohanameansfamily:

dannybrony:

ask-mrbojangles:

bowlingalleymomma:

ourlifewithneo-x:

Some of these are real good, gonna have to try them. 

I love this

And for #7, make sure its like Febreeze or something. Then the room will smell pretty

These kids get 5 dollars from the tooth fairy? I only ever got from 25 cents to a dollar.

To be honest I was expecting these to get really dark and be like “cut out their tongue so they won’t scream at night” or something so I’m glad this didn’t turn out like I thought it would

u ok sarah

reblogging for that comment

at first i was gonna reblog this for any followers who gotta deal with babies but that comment made it ten times better

Every one of these looks great except the hammock. That looks like a concussion waiting to happen.

(via sherlolly-is-jolly)


frustrated-fallen-angel:

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

You have your mother’s cheek bones

NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS SITE.


bra…vo

i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 
This website is going to be the death of me.

Crack. Not even once.

frustrated-fallen-angel:

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

You have your mother’s cheek bones

NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS SITE.

image

bra…vo

i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 

This website is going to be the death of me.

Crack. Not even once.

(via sherlolly-is-jolly)


cargoart:

THERE’S EVERYONE.

Feel free to use as icons, just credit me please!

(via hiezen)


pantsagon:

The Sorting Hat of Harry Potter and Myers-Briggs Personality Typology
MB personality type and Jungian functions matched up with Hogwarts houses

pantsagon:

The Sorting Hat of Harry Potter and Myers-Briggs Personality Typology

MB personality type and Jungian functions matched up with Hogwarts houses

(via molliart)


mallowandberry:

fibug:

don’t ever give me games with customization options that you can’t change later because i will never make up my fucking mind

Son of a shit Imma die when Dragon Age: Inquisition comes out

(via glassreflection)


hotdiggedydemon:

This is my new fandom and if you make fun of me I’m telling my mom on you


this-darknike:

Magical, Cute… :) itt: We Heart It.

this-darknike:

Magical, Cute… :) itt: We Heart It.

(via yeahwriters)


nintendroid:

We have extra Shiny Gengar codes!!! We will be giving these away on 10/23 at 9pm eastern time. These codes will only work in the NA REGIONS 

To enter out give away you only have to like and reblog this post and we will message the 5 winners on 10/23! Good luck, this awesome shiny Gengar could be yours!

nintendroid:

We have extra Shiny Gengar codes!!! We will be giving these away on 10/23 at 9pm eastern time. These codes will only work in the NA REGIONS

To enter out give away you only have to like and reblog this post and we will message the 5 winners on 10/23! Good luck, this awesome shiny Gengar could be yours!


Female Video Game Character Meme - Day Five
        Character in a game with a Male Protagonist - Princess Zelda  

i-learned-it-from-the-pizzaman:

So my teacher told us that two blue eyed people can’t have a brown eyed kid and this kid in my class said “but both my parents have blue eyes and I have brown eyes”.  The teacher said “so you’re adopted”.  THe next day the kid came in and told us that he confronted his parents about it and that they said he was adopted but wanted to wait for the right time to tell him.  

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(via i-m-a-killjoy)