allons-ygeronimofuckitybye:

mononocake:

314eater:

The hardcore way to eat ramen:
1. Boil water
2. Eat block of ramen
3. Drink boiled water
4. Snort flavored powder
5. Fuck bitches

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you looking for this my friend?

why is there a gif for this

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alittlebitgayandmore:

Shang’s journey to self discovery as told by me

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gottachasepigeons:

art buddies are sO IMPORTANT

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psychopopwebcomics:

Denis Medri draws Star Wars as an 80’s high school movie

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nowyoukno:

catzrpeople2:

pan-pirate:

d-i-y-orgasms:

the-youngest-gandor-brother:

blackcr0wking:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

nowyoukno:

Now You Know (Source)

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q) 

i love crows so much

crows are amazing

My favorite legend is that crows are the souls of the dead

crows are the coolest shit

crow for prez

Though we aren’t the biggest source of crow facts online you can find more crow facts here on nowyoukno

nowyoukno:

catzrpeople2:

pan-pirate:

d-i-y-orgasms:

the-youngest-gandor-brother:

blackcr0wking:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

nowyoukno:

Now You Know (Source)

Crows are scary
They

  • use tools
  • Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
  • Have huge brains for birds
  • like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
  • They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
  • they are scary smart at solving puzzles
  • some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies
  • they can remember faces
  • SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
  • They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now.
(q

i love crows so much

crows are amazing

My favorite legend is that crows are the souls of the dead

crows are the coolest shit

crow for prez

Though we aren’t the biggest source of crow facts online you can find more crow facts here on nowyoukno

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why-and-or-bother:

is this what happens when cats fall in love?

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"I’ve got an expert of my own coming in to take a look."

or: supernatural werewolf cop Derek Hale tbh

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why is he getting crotch rocket red pants. He already has red hair

why is he getting crotch rocket red pants. He already has red hair

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pageofmelody:

chesiresailboats:

frostbackscat:

I humanized the Magic School Bus, since it’s Ms Frizzle’s TARDIS equivalent! I mean, she IS a Timelord right? And the cliche of overused references ensued!

wow she certainly is 
busty

pageofmelody:

chesiresailboats:

frostbackscat:

I humanized the Magic School Bus, since it’s Ms Frizzle’s TARDIS equivalent! I mean, she IS a Timelord right? And the cliche of overused references ensued!

wow she certainly is 

busty

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artisjustfrozenmusic:

feralblonde:

thecorinediaries:

prewetts:

jordanleeemerson:

secretgaygent:

rnints:

imagine if girls used the same style of joke to degrade men like “cool story bro now go chop some lumber”

GO CHOP SOME LUMBER

"what r u doing out of the garage go fix my car"

"Don’t you have something to fix somewhere."

get some duct tape & fix that attitude

Don’t you have some jars you could be opening?

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castiel-knight-of-hell:

nocsa:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

let’s settle the debate on demons eating salty food

Julia had to eat three handfuls of rock salt to expel her demon (5.06 I Believe the Children Are Our Future)

a pinch of salt in a pie crust isn’t going to hurt Dean

are we not going to mention the fact that dean is a knight of hell and exorcisms didn’t even effect abbadon. the demon possessing julia was probably a lesser demon. i don’t think he’ll even notice the salt in pie much less be unable to eat it

honestly, I don’t think he’ll be able to smoke out at all. He’s not possessing a meat suit. His soul never left his body. And it seems to me that a demon powered by the mark of Cain would be bound to the body that bares the mark. 

I’m sure some of the demon rules still apply. holy water probably hurts him and he wont be able to cross salt lines, but if you break a salt line a demon can pass over it. Salt in food is not an unbroken line. It’s a sprinkling on top or mixed in with other things. That’s why Ruby could eat fries and Crowley could eat pizza. Salt only works if it’s pure and unbroken

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ask me

thenemeton:

you could ask me out
if you wanted.

i’m not the most available
not the most emotionally attainable
i’m practically unable
to commit to a pair of socks,
let alone anything worthwhile.

but sometimes i talk to you
and i feel as though my breath
is caught between my lungs and my windpipe
waiting for you to ask, ask me something, anything
so that it can fight it’s way out
clawing out that single whisper of a ‘yes’.

i don’t like to touch sometimes
i’ve spent too many days wishing
that their touch would go away
instead of being lingering fingerpaint on my skin
and inky smudges on my insides
but if you held out your hand and your
palm touched mine
i would probably not say,
'no'.

i think it might be easier
if i could tell you this face to face
if you could look me in the eye
and see it etched into my eyelashes,
because if i had you to look at
i would spend far less time blinking
so as not to waste all that seeing.

but i don’t.

i think it might be nice
if you would ask me out
sometime.

because i’m not afraid of making the first move
i’m afraid of something real.
something tangible, identifiable, untainted, untarnished.
i am afraid that if you touched me
the way i wanted you to
my skin would burst to flames
and in it’s place i would be naked.
a selfish, naked, wanting thing. 

i am afraid because if i take that leap
it will push me into water so deep
that no matter how much you loved me
if you loved me (love me) at all,
i would sink.

love has turned me from water to clay
and hardened me to stone
until the waters i came from break around me.

i am not afraid, i am terrified.

but if you asked me
i would tie an anchor to my ankle
and sink. 

the beast

thenemeton:

there’s a monster under my bed. 

his eyes are cloaked in red,
and every move he makes
quakes with the force of his ego.

this monster is unstoppable,
a f o r c e to be reckoned with
and i, well i am the lamb in front of the lion
waiting to be slaughtered.

waiting to lose myself to tooth and claw,
forced to watch as my body sticks to his fur
like it’s electric, and the river i was
is conducting his show,
like nothing has ever been my own.

blood soaks my skin as it splits his russet furs;
he wears it like a badge of honor.
'that much better to drown you with, dear.'
that much better to choke you with
as he shoves the bile down my throat
and i pretend i am swallowing it back.

i am done waiting for him to swallow me whole.

there’s a mirror under my bed
and i’m afraid to look, because if i do
i know i will see my own red irises,
teeth long and deadly as they sink through skin
as if pain will make the reflection go away.

i have to look, anyway.

there’s a monster in my bed.
i carry him on my back as he growls
into my ear, and i listen.

i listen because pushing the lamb from the cliff
was the hardest
smartest
thing i’ve ever done.

i am the monster in my bed,
and i will be the firelight to see us through.