twinarmaget-it-on:

ybfan666:

magicbunni:

pwennies:

whatisagorman:

for those not familiar with norse mythology, our bud loki once turned into a mare and got sexed by a giant stallion named svathilfari and produced sleipnir, an 8-legged horse

he also did it with a giant and she had three children- A giant fucking snake, A giant fucking dog, and an zombie chick

He’s very open-minded.

Or very open-legged.

wh

thats-so-meme:

via

xajek:

pinkrangerwasa:

binbons:

robgonemild:

your-nibs:

castiel-winchesterr:

mrsfigscats:

He pasta way.

we cannoli do so much

his legacy will become a pizza history.

here today, gone tomato

How sad that he ran out of thyme.

Sending olive my prayers to the family.

His wife is really upset. Cheese still not over it.

Live with his ideals in mind. He was never one to wine.

thebestlolz:

zoeykoko:

playbunny:

hussieslips:

calmasiis:

joekickass22:

a treat to my followers 
i love you 

PRAISE YOUR FACE AND MAY IT BE MADE IN TO A HOLY RELIC I THOUGHT I WASN’T GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE THIS

YES THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS THANK YOU THANK YOU AAAH

YES YES YES YESSSSS

oh jesus christ i jizzed my pants

janejana:

nekocrouton:

scythequeen:

This is all Para’s fault.

A parody of http://poorlydrawnlines.com/comic/tiny-hippo-and-the-tiny-train/

Scythe, this is amazing!! XD

last panel is perfect. PERFECT

minerfairy:

theoriginalspike:

primeribofamerica:

zombiepeas:

shark-knight:

newdestroyman:

knivesandebony:

funyarinpaaaaa:

hiccupharu:

webbyghost:

thefingerfucker:

quesadildo:

runningracingdancingchasing:

nerds-are-the-best:

why-am-i-soo-funny:

500daysofevilexes:

WUUUUUUUUUUUUT.

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY? 

My whole life is a lie.

What is this

WIZARDRY!

WUT? WUT? WUT? 

shit what the fuck

SCIENCE.

what is even happening

DAMNIT SCIENCE STOP MESSING WITH MY BRAIN

what

HOW.

So that’s how you waterbend.

i-warned-you-about-the-stairs:

unusualjuggernaut:

maladroitapathy:

the inhabitants of dream bubbles can pretty much think anything they want into existence.

everything except other players.

equius was able to make a robotic copy of aradia just fine, but making nepeta, his moirail, proved to be a challenge.

he’d notice the tiniest errors in her robotic expressions, things he wouldn’t have known to look for in the rust-blood’s steel body. he also learned that blue blood didn’t suit her in the least.

green was her colour. always was and always would be.

furthermore, you might make a fully functional body, but programming was never something you were good at. mechanisms speak to you, but what use is the perfect recreation of your moirail if it lacks the personality that made her so important to you in the first place?

without her ridiculous roleplaying or her cheery conversation, you’re at a loss. 

each failed replica is destroyed in turn. 

each has something wrong with it.

the one troll you’d spent the most time with. the one who you thought you knew inside and out.

the one troll whose perfection you will never be able to recreate.

you unleash your fury on the latest failure, crushing its steel frame in easily with your freakish STRENGTH. the husk has the nerve to keep its empty gaze fixed on you, its face a crushed mockery of your moirail’s. 

screaming in frustration, you pull at your hair, at last giving up.

here, in your dream bubble, your time is destined to be spent alone.

heir of void, and possesser of the same.

Mmm hmm thems so good  equius sad feels. yes.

there goes my feelings again