residualblues:

This is 7 seconds long and you should watch it.

kynimdraws:

jen-jen-rose:

a-hunters-diary:

themustachedwaffle:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

hi-john-im-alive:

One way

Or another

I’m gonna meetcha

I’m gonna

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imageust

*tour guide voice*

if you look to your right you’ll see a  relic from the event known simply as “Mishapocalpyse”

im cry

kitsuguardian:

Yaaaay for envelope design~ yes this is on an envelope and can be used to mail letters and stuff :P I’m most likely gonna do more but if anyone is interested in seeing certain characters done just give me a heads up here or on DA (KitsuGuardian)

kitsuguardian:

Yaaaay for envelope design~ yes this is on an envelope and can be used to mail letters and stuff :P I’m most likely gonna do more but if anyone is interested in seeing certain characters done just give me a heads up here or on DA (KitsuGuardian)

imtheotterlope:

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

imtheotterlope:

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

Reblog if you want an Anon’s honest opinion of you.

deermary:

Red tailed black cockatoo females (Calyptorhynchus banksii) of Austrailia

miss-meza:

dorkstranger:

(via Never gets Easier by ~Ratrien on deviantART)

thorki-hiddlesworth:

dean probably says shit like this every single time they have to examine body parts like “care to exspleen what happened here, sammy?” or “this dude’s parts are toast, sam, i’m not kidneying” or “hate her or liver but this dead chick was hot.”

that face is sam just about 89% done with his brother.