andrastesbaps:

This one time, I had to take really strong painkillers.This was the result.I call it JusTits in Space.

andrastesbaps:

This one time, I had to take really strong painkillers.

This was the result.

I call it JusTits in Space.

badoutlawwolf:

mnlmnz:

askfordoodles:

napoleon-and-the-bonapartes:

This bird knows he looks amazing.

Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…

Until they open their mouth…

and you realize they are basically bird muppets.

… no comment…
For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:


I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1

This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.

badoutlawwolf:

mnlmnz:

askfordoodles:

napoleon-and-the-bonapartes:

This bird knows he looks amazing.

Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…

Until they open their mouth…

and you realize they are basically bird muppets.

… no comment…

For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1

This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.

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Dragon Age 2, a Summary

  • Hawke: Fucking darkspawn
  • Bethany: Fucking magic
  • Carver: Fucking siblings
  • Aveline: Fucking Hawke
  • Varric: Fucking Bartrand
  • Anders: Fucking templars
  • Fenris: Fucking mages
  • Isabela: Fucking qunari
  • Merrill: OOO PRETTY FLOWERS
  • Sebastian: MY PARENTS ARE DEAAAD
  • Everyone: GODDAMMIT ANDERS
  • Anders: My bad

missespeon:

my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen

me: but its dark and scary

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Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.

When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.

The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…

But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focusing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.

Tom Clempsom (via mollyfamous)

FINALLY PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO TALK ABOUT WHAT DEPRESSION REALLY IS.

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THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ

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fuckyeah-nerdery:

cranzerries:

cranzerries:

I dream to someday run a companies twitter

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Can we just talk about Smart Car doing math on how much bird shit it would take to damage their cars?

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You better watch your mouth, sunshine.

(via nevananxa)

bluewindsummer:

*shows up 15 minutes late with a crappy dorito comic*

Origin Stories: CAPTAIN DORITO (this is part 1) (part 2 out next week or something)

Click here for other Avengers comics

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RIP Spice
You were old, but not old enough. You could have lived longer, but the cancer took you first.
I will always be grateful for you. You were smarter than most, you never needed any training. Leashes were only for show. You always stayed by our side and came when you were called. You barked at strangers but never attacked them. Most of them would never have known you were actually scared of anything that moved. However, when it came to defending us, your herd, you were infallible… until treats were offered.
The day I met you I thought you were the prettiest dog I had ever seen. You stole my heart immediately. You were different from other dogs. You didn’t play fetch, you played soccer. We would kick a soccer ball around and you would herd it ceaselessly. You lived for it. You would chase that ball until your heart stopped. You also communicated most things through your eyes, through staring, and placing your head on my lap and gazing up at me. Once I stared petting you, I was not allowed to stop, those big brown eyes, you knew, were the key to earning what you wanted.
Dog beds were never quite enough for you. You were a dog who preferred the finer things, like couches or unoccupied beds. You didn’t like to share where you slept, particularly with the cats. The irony of this is that you usually slept curled up in the tiniest of balls… but sometimes I would catch you spread out on your back with your legs in the air, eyeing me from your upside-down position, wondering if I was going to shoo you off the couch or let you stay there. I never did shoo you away. I didn’t really care about getting dog hair all over the couch. There was always the vacuum and we could always use doggie blankets.
Thunderstorms terrified you. You ran away twice because of them. Once you tried to follow me as I drove off while one was approaching. The other time you simply took off from the back yard when you heard a crack of thunder. Both times you were gone overnight. Both nights I didn’t sleep a wink, worrying myself sick about you. That first time a friend of ours happened to spot you down the road in someone’s yard and mom went to retrieve you right away. The second time you found your way home in the morning, barking at the men delivering the new hardwood flooring as if nothing had happened.
Your usual routine for thunderstorms was to curl up in the laundry room in the basement, where the sound is muffled the most. The last thunderstorm we had this year there was a tornado warning and I was home alone, so I curled up down there with you, waiting for the house to stop shaking.
I was proud to have owned you all these years. Though I may have seemed frustrated with you sometimes, you were my best friend and I couldn’t have asked for a better companion. We couldn’t have asked for a better family member. All we could have asked for was more time with you.
Rest in peace doggie dearest, I will always be grateful for you.

RIP Spice

You were old, but not old enough. You could have lived longer, but the cancer took you first.

I will always be grateful for you. You were smarter than most, you never needed any training. Leashes were only for show. You always stayed by our side and came when you were called. You barked at strangers but never attacked them. Most of them would never have known you were actually scared of anything that moved. However, when it came to defending us, your herd, you were infallible… until treats were offered.

The day I met you I thought you were the prettiest dog I had ever seen. You stole my heart immediately. You were different from other dogs. You didn’t play fetch, you played soccer. We would kick a soccer ball around and you would herd it ceaselessly. You lived for it. You would chase that ball until your heart stopped. You also communicated most things through your eyes, through staring, and placing your head on my lap and gazing up at me. Once I stared petting you, I was not allowed to stop, those big brown eyes, you knew, were the key to earning what you wanted.

Dog beds were never quite enough for you. You were a dog who preferred the finer things, like couches or unoccupied beds. You didn’t like to share where you slept, particularly with the cats. The irony of this is that you usually slept curled up in the tiniest of balls… but sometimes I would catch you spread out on your back with your legs in the air, eyeing me from your upside-down position, wondering if I was going to shoo you off the couch or let you stay there. I never did shoo you away. I didn’t really care about getting dog hair all over the couch. There was always the vacuum and we could always use doggie blankets.

Thunderstorms terrified you. You ran away twice because of them. Once you tried to follow me as I drove off while one was approaching. The other time you simply took off from the back yard when you heard a crack of thunder. Both times you were gone overnight. Both nights I didn’t sleep a wink, worrying myself sick about you. That first time a friend of ours happened to spot you down the road in someone’s yard and mom went to retrieve you right away. The second time you found your way home in the morning, barking at the men delivering the new hardwood flooring as if nothing had happened.

Your usual routine for thunderstorms was to curl up in the laundry room in the basement, where the sound is muffled the most. The last thunderstorm we had this year there was a tornado warning and I was home alone, so I curled up down there with you, waiting for the house to stop shaking.

I was proud to have owned you all these years. Though I may have seemed frustrated with you sometimes, you were my best friend and I couldn’t have asked for a better companion. We couldn’t have asked for a better family member. All we could have asked for was more time with you.

Rest in peace doggie dearest, I will always be grateful for you.

thrillboswaggins:

girlwhowasonfire:

shitangiggle:

girlwhowasonfire:

Petition to ban old men from writing books just because they don’t know how to use an iPhone

Petition to have the youth in this country to actually educate themselves instead of spitting out some bullshit they read on some shitty post on facebook that’s untrue, and continues to spread like wildfire.

In 2012, young adults set the record of completing both high school and college and are on course to become the most educated generation in American history. Maybe you should follow the example of ‘the youth in this country’ and do the same.

thrillboswaggins:

girlwhowasonfire:

shitangiggle:

girlwhowasonfire:

Petition to ban old men from writing books just because they don’t know how to use an iPhone

Petition to have the youth in this country to actually educate themselves instead of spitting out some bullshit they read on some shitty post on facebook that’s untrue, and continues to spread like wildfire.

In 2012, young adults set the record of completing both high school and college and are on course to become the most educated generation in American history. Maybe you should follow the example of ‘the youth in this country’ and do the same.

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