HOENN REMAKE

White Northern Lights in Finland

sammybitchfacewinchester:

fricken-nuggets:

fricken-nuggets:

Whats red and bad for your teeth?

a brick

well you’re not wrong

oddoutput:

this scene looks even more pathetic in 3D

hallelujah

artrubzow:

Had a little discussion with polyleisle about blacked out shadows and etc.

I thought I might share my thoughts on it.

mrjakeparker:

"You are who you choose to be."

kumagawa:

praise this manga

kumagawa:

praise this manga


Sakura. By: raneko.

witchofthneeds:

mikoshibamomotaro:

ROLLING THUNDER

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

lilplanty:

malformalady:

Fairy ring, of the genus Amanita

lilplanty:

malformalady:

Fairy ring, of the genus Amanita

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yesmissmori:

THINX Underwear:

OH SHIT YOU GUYS THIS COMPANY IS MAKING UNDERWEAR THAT IS STAIN RESISTANT, ANTIMICROBIAL, AND WILL ABSORB UP TO 6 TEASPOONS OF LIQUID BUT STILL LOOKS FUCKING SEXY

AND DID I MENTION THIS PART:

For every pair of THINX you buy, you help one girl in the developing world stay in school by providing her with seven washable, reusable cloth pads.

AND WHY IS THAT SUCH A BIG DEAL? HERE’S WHY:

After doing some research, Agrawal says she found that more than 100 million girls in the developing world were missing a week of school because of their periods, and using things such as leaves, old rags, or plastic bags in the place of sanitary pads.

THE SIZES RUN FROM XS TO XXL AND THE PRICES ARE NOT INSANE, THEY’RE OBVIOUSLY HIGHER THAN THOSE 5 FOR $10 SALES AT TARGET BUT YOU WON’T HAVE TO THROW THEM OUT BECAUSE YOU MISCALCULATED YOUR FLOW AND BLED ALL OVER THEM BEFORE YOU COULD GET TO A BATHROOM

I’M SORRY FOR SHOUTING I’M JUST REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS

LIKE HOLY FUCKBASKET IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME

koukinzoku:

writing those kanji were a torture tbh

he’s blonde or as you affectionately and more specifically call him “a complete and utter mess” blonde in reference to how he constantly looks as though he’s just rolled out of either a satisfying sleep or the most restless night of his life. but somehow he pulls it off but you can’t let him know that, oh no, beyond juvenile teasing

he towers over you by four inches and maybe “towers” is an exaggeration, but the fact of being taller than you itself is enough to make him grin. even if it just exasperates you. it’s just height, you say. it’s not significant. but it makes him grin. pulls the closest thing you see to a smile from the corners of his lips and makes the toothpick wedged between them hang on the verge of falling. and there’s a tugging within your gut that pulls the closest thing you feel to a genuine sincere feeling from the depths and makes you feel like you’re on the verge of falling for about four seconds. but it passes. it’s just a grin. it’s not significant

he doesn’t like to talk that much. he listens, mainly, which is more than fine with you. somewhat. you like the sound of his voice. hearing it whenever possible is nice. you don’t tell him that. why would you? how would you?

he’s known you for centuries. it feels like that, at least. maybe it has been centuries. you don’t know. you lost count. you secretly believe it has been. believe you two have something that time cannot get its hands on and the both of you will remain young forever and completely messing with everything together as two people with the capacity to rule cities together should

he’s loyal. he’ll follow you anywhere. he’d follow you anywhere. he follows you everywhere. you get mildly offended when people imply you have some unsavory part in that. a magic spell. blackmail. empty promises. there’s none of that. he’s simply loyal. and there’s nothing simple about it. and you’re grateful for it

he says your name often. whether you’re around or not. no matter who he’s speaking to. you don’t say his name enough

he believes in you

without question

without hesitation

when no one else does

he believes

he does believe in you, he does, he does, he’d give you his heart directly from his chest to prove it

and maybe one day you’ll ask for that but for now you’ll admire the boy whose hair is in tangles and whose gaze is steel blue and voice is a low calculated drawl from his lips and you’ll keep how much he trusts you and the way he says your name stored deep within you with that admiration and you’ll keep him by your side as if you could get him to leave if you ever wanted him to and you would never want him to

and you’ll get irritated

and you’ll sigh, purposefully loud, purposefully looking at him longer than you should, purposefully letting a grin tug at your own lips

because he’s four inches taller

and you’re holding onto that and other details that mean both absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things

and absolutely everything to you

four fucking inches (via jaclcfrost)