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    gingerhaole:

The smile that enchanted Cecil Baldwin!
My friend mariareadsalot, who is a big fan of scifi/fantasy literature and Welcome to Night Vale, said she imagined Carlos as an Afro-Latino babe, which is cute because she is herself an Afro-Latina babe. I’m gonna try to draw her Cecil, too, because it’s way cute.

    gingerhaole:

    The smile that enchanted Cecil Baldwin!

    My friend mariareadsalot, who is a big fan of scifi/fantasy literature and Welcome to Night Vale, said she imagined Carlos as an Afro-Latino babe, which is cute because she is herself an Afro-Latina babe. I’m gonna try to draw her Cecil, too, because it’s way cute.

     
  2. 14:11

    Notes: 229736

    Reblogged from kitelinks

    Tags: OHMYGOD

    caviarmpits:

bipolareternity:

sgchan:

pocket-alex:

slashfilled-mind:

screwthisnaming:

totolerateaworldofdemons:

I’m not even a gamer but I would play this so hard.

and you would get sorted an junk and it would be great

Isn’t this secretly what we all wanted Pottermore to be?

Okay so my mind started rolling with this and omfg okay just hear me out
So like it starts of sort of like Sims and Skyrim, okay. You get your owl and you go do your shopping for stuff for Hogwarts, but you don’t get to see your character just yet. When you get to Hogwarts and your sorting ceremony, you get to customise how they look and what sort of traits they have. After you customise all that, you get sorted via a quiz (sort of like Pottermore) and it rolls with that and you get sorted.
Through the game, you get to study magic (obvious) and you have adventures and stuff where you have to make decisions. These decisions later decide what your Patronus and Animagus will be, as well as what your fear is for you Boggart (though this could also possibly be decided on when you’re making your character idk whatever).
So during the summer holidays, you have adventures in the Muggle world (depending on what your blood status is, which could be decided randomly) if you’re Muggle-born. If you’re Pure-Blooded, you have adventures in the wizarding world. If you’re Half-Blooded, you can do both. But here’s the thing, if you spend more time in the Muggle world, you get more information on going on’s in the Muggle world, and same goes for the Wizarding world if you spend more time in the Wizarding world. And after a period of time, like maybe in your fourth year?, you can get papers and news from whichever world you’re not in most often. And your knowledge of the events of the world, both Wizarding and Muggle alike, can factor into the gameplay somehow.
And then in your Fifth and Seventh years, you have your O.W.L.s and your N.E.W.T.s, and these factor into what career choices you’ll have later on as well. So like if you score high in Herbology and Potions, you’d have career options like Healer, Herbologist, and Potion Master.
AND THEN THE WORLD BECOMES YOURS. YOU CAN CONTINUE RELATIONSHIPS YOU HAD IN HOGWARTS AFTERWARDS, OR YOU CAN MEET NEW PEOPLE, OR WHATEVER. AND THEN IT JUST BECOMES THIS HUGE SANDBOX OF FUN AND WONDERMENT.

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL MIND

YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!

this is really what i wanted pottermore to be but there’s always online roleplaying

    caviarmpits:

    bipolareternity:

    sgchan:

    pocket-alex:

    slashfilled-mind:

    screwthisnaming:

    totolerateaworldofdemons:

    I’m not even a gamer but I would play this so hard.

    and you would get sorted an junk and it would be great

    Isn’t this secretly what we all wanted Pottermore to be?

    Okay so my mind started rolling with this and omfg okay just hear me out

    So like it starts of sort of like Sims and Skyrim, okay. You get your owl and you go do your shopping for stuff for Hogwarts, but you don’t get to see your character just yet. When you get to Hogwarts and your sorting ceremony, you get to customise how they look and what sort of traits they have. After you customise all that, you get sorted via a quiz (sort of like Pottermore) and it rolls with that and you get sorted.

    Through the game, you get to study magic (obvious) and you have adventures and stuff where you have to make decisions. These decisions later decide what your Patronus and Animagus will be, as well as what your fear is for you Boggart (though this could also possibly be decided on when you’re making your character idk whatever).

    So during the summer holidays, you have adventures in the Muggle world (depending on what your blood status is, which could be decided randomly) if you’re Muggle-born. If you’re Pure-Blooded, you have adventures in the wizarding world. If you’re Half-Blooded, you can do both. But here’s the thing, if you spend more time in the Muggle world, you get more information on going on’s in the Muggle world, and same goes for the Wizarding world if you spend more time in the Wizarding world. And after a period of time, like maybe in your fourth year?, you can get papers and news from whichever world you’re not in most often. And your knowledge of the events of the world, both Wizarding and Muggle alike, can factor into the gameplay somehow.

    And then in your Fifth and Seventh years, you have your O.W.L.s and your N.E.W.T.s, and these factor into what career choices you’ll have later on as well. So like if you score high in Herbology and Potions, you’d have career options like Healer, Herbologist, and Potion Master.

    AND THEN THE WORLD BECOMES YOURS. YOU CAN CONTINUE RELATIONSHIPS YOU HAD IN HOGWARTS AFTERWARDS, OR YOU CAN MEET NEW PEOPLE, OR WHATEVER. AND THEN IT JUST BECOMES THIS HUGE SANDBOX OF FUN AND WONDERMENT.

    YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL MIND

    YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!

    this is really what i wanted pottermore to be but there’s always online roleplaying

     
  3. 12:12 6th Jul 2013

    Notes: 42316

    Reblogged from bilbochan

    Tags: ohmygod

    thorinsexenshield:

    ladynorthstar:

    pockochi:

    mcthrandies:

    napkinbitch:

    sirhiddle:

    sherpotter:

    loki-cat:

    kingmoran:

    metaknights:

    imagine whoever is your icon in a maid outfit

    k

    image

    image

    image

    image

    I made mine transparent…

    image

    image

    I changed my icon just to do this

    image

    image

    image

    (Source: metaknightfucker64)

     
  4. 21:59 3rd Jul 2013

    Notes: 82954

    Reblogged from vieries

    Tags: ohmygod

    image: Download

    vieries:

ohcorny:

tortle:

catbuttcat:

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. 

Why am I laughing so hard??

I had to read this out loudI can’t breathe

found it

ive seen this loads of times but ive never stopped to smell the roses until now. oh my god

    vieries:

    ohcorny:

    tortle:

    catbuttcat:

    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. 

    Why am I laughing so hard??

    I had to read this out loud
    I can’t breathe

    found it

    ive seen this loads of times but ive never stopped to smell the roses until now. oh my god

     
  5. 15:06 23rd Jun 2013

    Notes: 111520

    Reblogged from weenie-kun

    Tags: ohmygod

    ohthelinsanity:

    I’d give him my wifi password, if you know what I’m sayin’

    (Source: kowabungalow)

     
  6. thecitygrit:

    WISH YOU WOULD STEP BACK FROM THAT LEDGE MY FRRRAAANNNDDDD

     
  7. 23:30 20th Jun 2013

    Notes: 55701

    Reblogged from bilbochan

    Tags: ohmygodvixsterna

    captioningcrusader:

    How Khan was actually defeated. 

    Khan you dig it?

     
  8. 03:19 17th Jun 2013

    Notes: 571861

    Reblogged from smokeeconduit

    Tags: ohMYGODvixsternaevaschia

    dnotive:

4ngelo:

theodorepython:

miami-tea:


The Defibrillator Toaster
My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”
“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!!  NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”
He’s bread, Jim.
Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M
If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast! 
JESUS CRUST.
JAM IT!
“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”

I WASN’T EVEN GOING TO REBLOG UNTIL I SAW THE SHIT TON OF PUNS

HES BREAD JIM

JESUS CRUST

OMG IT’S BACK

    dnotive:

    4ngelo:

    theodorepython:

    miami-tea:

    The Defibrillator Toaster

    My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”

    “DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!!  NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”

    He’s bread, Jim.

    Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M

    If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast! 

    JESUS CRUST.

    JAM IT!

    “Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”

    I WASN’T EVEN GOING TO REBLOG UNTIL I SAW THE SHIT TON OF PUNS

    HES BREAD JIM

    JESUS CRUST

    OMG IT’S BACK

    (Source: secretsbest)

     
  9. 00:58 10th May 2013

    Notes: 138479

    Reblogged from purgatoilet-archived

    Tags: ohmygod

    (Source: raeosunshine)

     
  10. 18:51 28th Jan 2013

    Notes: 37090

    Reblogged from pacificrimlick

    Tags: ALKSDSLAKSJDFOHMYGOD

    blazer-replies:

    I think I’ve officially found the most terrifying Left 4 Dead Mod ever.