babyanimalgifs:

A dream

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mishasminions:

CHRIS HEMSWORTH IS A FREAKING GEM.

”thAT’s hAirSPray IN mY eYES!!!”

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rdjlock:

fanart 

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vashito:

pow-pow 네가 뭘 알아

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kaspbrak-eddie:

richiefuckfacetozier:

dutchster:

Party Rock Anthem has the same BPM as Uptown Girl (x)

This is my favorite thing to exist

all the gays when this song comes on in the club

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amaraaaaaaaaaaa:

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sexygaylibrarian:

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thesilverhammer:

godpenis:

She got so mad she wrote song lyrics and edited a video and everything omg

Living.

WHAT IS THIS AND WHY DO I LOVE IT SO MUCH

this is the video description on youtube: “ I’ve been a server for 5 years. I made a song about the way white girls ask me for boxes. “

CAN I GET A BOX?

Always reblog Can I Get A Box

this is amazing

guilty

@gayfrightsactivia IT’S BACK

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theoreocat:

Mental Health. It’s something that can go awry for any of us. Whatever the reasons behind it be it medical or personal, it can affect anyone. Throughout my life, I battled with an Anxiety disorder that gave way to depression and panic attacks. My mental health was often compromised while those around me searched with incomprehension for ways to help. I can remember as far back as 9 or 10 years old. I would often have severe panic attacks when in unfamiliar places or gatherings with large groups. As a child, my favorite thing to do was sit behind my dresser and read by myself in the quiet. Being in loud places made me feel like I was losing a sense of control and I would begin to break out in rashes or feel like I could not breathe.

As I got older, the problem grew with me. My teenage years were so filled with anxiety I sometimes could not even eat. When I was 16, I went to see the social worker at school of my own accord and told her I felt like something was wrong but I didn’t know what. I just didn’t want to eat. I had lost so much weight I looked sickly. She had us meet together with my parents to discuss the situation and they all agreed to send me to an eating disorder specialist. It was like walking into hell, if ever I could guess what that might feel like. They poked and prodded me and put me on a strict diet and told me I could not do any form of exercise whatsoever. Oddly enough, no one asked what was going on in my head. I was never afraid to be fat. My panic attacks could come at any given time. During class at school, during lunch, or even during dinner with my family. If I was eating when a panic attack set in, I could not digest my food. I would literally bend over and throw up. So, I became scared to eat.

The best moments from my childhood and teenage years always involved animals. I was the luckiest kid ever to have two of my very own ponies when I was little. I can still remember what it felt like to sit on my pony’s back and the feeling of her lips and teeth on my hand when I’d give her a sugar cube. My teenage years were blessed by my dog, Trixie. I don’t know how I would have gotten through them without her. When things seemed to overwhelming, sitting and snuggling with her would put me in a safe place.

As the years went by and I got older, I learned how to better control my anxiety and panic attacks. They would still pop up every now and then, and I was still not able to eat, but little by little I learned how to cope with it. When I first moved out of my parent’s house, I got my first cat, Sunshine.

I don’t think I would have been able to live on my own without her. I had just gotten my first job at an animation studio. I was working on an animated TV show. Never go into television if you have severe anxiety! I can remember being sick at work some days when the office got to loud or too crowded. To help avoid the problem, I asked to be put on the night shift. It helped somewhat, but I still wound up getting panic attacks when the company would have outings of any sort. Going home to Sunshine always calmed me and helped make me ready to face the next day. She was there for me job through job, move through move and change through change.

10 years ago, I got married to whom I thought was a good man at the time. Throughout our whole marriage, the anxiety remained and I still had panic attacks. I can remember a few times where he actually got upset at me instead of trying to understand. The stress and anxiety seemed to triple during the years we were married. There were many times that I was sick from panic and many times I did not say a word because I feared what he’d say if I did. My cats were my rocks. They were the ones who were there for me no matter what. Never judging, always loving. I don’t think I would have been able to make all the changes I had to make and move on if not for them. I am so grateful and so thankful to have them in my life.

Oreo is amazing. He can be a real diva, but when I am feeling anxious, I can always rely on him to help the situation in some way shape or form. Whether it’s by doing something ridiculously cute, insanely funny or just simply coming to sit with me unexpectedly, you can always count on him.

Onyx is probably the most in tune with my emotions. She is at my feet within seconds if I am feeling stressed or anxious. I’ve had two mini panic attacks since I moved away from my ex and she was on my lap instantly with he nose in my face. She will stay there until I calm down and just purr. The sound of her purr helps everything to pass much easier. My favorite thing of all is when she gets under the covers with me at night and lets me hold her like a teddy bear in my arms. We can fall asleep like that. It’s the most wonderful feeling.

There’s no question about it. When it comes to Mental Health, pets can help keep you in check no matter what’s going on. They really are the best medicine.

To all of those who have suffered, to those who have yet to suffer, and to those who have seen a loved one suffer. You are strong, you are amazing, you are you. Always remember that it’s OK to not be OK. We will stand with you!

keraleda:

“Lighten Up” by Ronald Wimberly

Beautifuly written- and drawn.

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marrymejasonsegel:

lipsredasroses:

astoralexander:

I call this set… “Noir Princesses”.

PRINTS HERE… https://bit.ly/2NqqOX7

Things I did not know I needed.

I want to like this but my GOD the whitewashing

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correspondingnerd:

brunhiddensmusings:

cameoamalthea:

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threeraccoonsinatrenchcoat:

badgerofshambles:

a singular scuit. just one. 

an edible cracker with just one side. mathematically impossible and yet here I am monching on it.

‘scuit’ comes from the french word for ‘bake’, ‘cuire’ as bastardized by adoption by the brittish and a few hundred years

‘biscuit’ meant ‘twice-baked’, originally meaning items like hardtack which were double baked to dry them as a preservative measure long before things like sugar and butter were introduced. if you see a historical doccument use the word ‘biscuit’ do not be fooled to think ‘being a pirate mustve been pretty cool, they ate nothing but cookies’ - they were made of misery to last long enough to be used in museum displays or as paving stones

‘triscuit’ is toasted after the normal biscuit process, thrice baked

thus the monoscuit is a cookie thats soft and chewy because it was only baked once, not twice

behold the monoscuit/scuit

Why is this called a biscuit:

when brittish colonists settled in the americas they no longer had to preserve biscuits for storage or sea voyages so instead baked them once and left them soft, often with buttermilk or whey to convert cheap staples/byproducts into filling items to bulk out the meal to make a small amount of greasy meat feed a whole family. considering hardtack biscuits were typically eaten by dipping them in grease or gravy untill they became soft enough to eat without breaking a tooth this was a pretty short leap of ‘just dont make them rock hard if im not baking for the army’ but didnt drop the name because its been used for centuries and people forgot its french for ‘twice baked’ back in the tudor era, biscuit was just a lump of cooked dough that wasnt leavened bread as far as they cared

thus the buttermilk biscuit and the hardtack biscuit existed at the same time. ‘cookies’ then came to america via german and dutch immigrants as tiny cakes made with butter, sugar/molasses, and eggs before ‘tea biscuits’ as england knew them due to the new availability of cheap sugar- which is why ‘biscuit’ and ‘cookie’ are separate items in america but the same item in the UK

the evolution of the biscuit has forks on its family tree

I love it when a shitpost turns into an actually interesting post.

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planetpower:

See you soon~!

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A compilation of the best headlines thus far…

More importantly, where is it

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uglydownvest:

A redraw of this. I didn’t get to finish that in time for 999 week, but this time I think I made it. o<-<

999 week Day 5: Junpei. With bonus Kurashiki hands.

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jancyshorcrux:

“He pulled Harry’s wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:

tom marvolo riddle

Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:

Mr. Tom, a Dildo Lover

“wait, shit, no,” said Riddle. “

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