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Aug 1

pianowires:

and people say anime is shit.

did this motherfucker just suplex a goddamn deer?

(Source: piyox22)

Aug 1
How long are you going to hold my hand for?
Aug 1
burdge:

give that kid a round of applause

burdge:

give that kid a round of applause

Aug 1
thingsthatsuckass:

dantrium:

Wtf is going on here?

WELL im no professional… but… it would appear…. that someone………has…. soiled their pants…..

thingsthatsuckass:

dantrium:

Wtf is going on here?

WELL im no professional… but… it would appear…. that someone………has…. soiled their pants…..

Aug 1
viria:

Because we all know whom Roy wanted to see most of all….
I needed some Royai, but I feel like I suck so much now..also I am not sure with which hand they doing that ‘salute thing’.. so don’t mind me if I got it wrong..

viria:

Because we all know whom Roy wanted to see most of all….

I needed some Royai, but I feel like I suck so much now..also I am not sure with which hand they doing that ‘salute thing’.. so don’t mind me if I got it wrong..

Aug 1

omgthatdress:

Evening Dress

1865

Musée Galliera de la Mode de la Ville de Paris

Aug 1

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Aug 1
pleatedjeans:

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Aug 1

yall-mothafuckas-need-misha:

badassbitchfromhades:

freckledtrekkie:

doctorsherlocklokison:

captainmjolnir:

I’ve never understood the stereotype that women are more likely to faint at blood

I mean seriously

what do you think we do every month

THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT THE WEREWOLF THING

AWH COME ON GUYS THAT WAS A SECRET FOR A REASON

I guess we have to come clean about the cult sacrafices too huh

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Well now we do

(Source: gameofbooze)

Aug 1

violasarecool:

misfitreindeer:

what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks