Some kind of weird bird

platypusisnotonfire:

tiktoksthataregood-ish:

Obsessed with the fact that this wasn’t a fluke and they are clearly training this cat to dj.

(via cynric)

skycowboys:

alasse-earfalas:

skycowboys:

Jufly days 24 and 25 - Fancy and Humble 

There’d be more than one uppity breeder who’d faint knowing someone is using a gold-horned shortwing for woods work…but any shortwing is happier with a job than stuck in a stall simply looking pretty.

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DRAFT HORSE PEGASUS DRAFT HORSE PEGASUS—!!! 😍😍😍🥰🥰💖 i am screaming over here this is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen And I Want One. 💕😭💕

Have some more!!

(via dare-to-dm)

memewhore:

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retroactivebakeries:

kitsuragisnewports:

(via chipchopclipclop)

surfclown:

surfclown:

white 44 year old twitter user with a03 addict in their bio: omg the dad from cocomelon is actually kind of a litty dilf? and his relationship with the mailman is kind of enemies to lovers villaincore let me know if i should make them both pee on eachother

worlds youngest and yet most verbose baby online: can you seriously like knock if off man im trying to learn about the rhombus

white 44 year old twitter user with a03 addict in their bio: fuck off worlds youngest and yet most verbose baby. just another puriteen minor inserting themselves into adult spaces. go play in the sandbox Also heres ur dox: 123 Circle Road ….. yea i have that….if someone shows up to your house and shoots you and kills you then thats deserved 🤷‍♂️ know your fucking place and get the hell out of the cocomelon fandom if youre not ready to see dark topics

a scientist at mit about to change the world forever: i just made my own centipede by sewing all the dead flies in my room together with all the dead ants in my room 😃☝️

the first man made centipede: kill me again

(via chipchopclipclop)

morbid-search:

“Wound from a rupture of a projectile”
Medical illustration by William Schultz, 1863

(via cannibaldatingsite)

skrunglebeasts:

jacobtheloofah:

7thedisasterdyke:

sunflowermp4:

this clip from make some noise s1e8 with oscar montoya and brennan lee mulligan is the only super mario bros content i care about personally

brennan lee mulligan has the greatest superpower: the unlimited ability to make an absolutely off-the-cuff monologue and then follow it up with the ultimate turnaround.
he can share the power with others

but credit also needs to be firmly planted in the hands of oscar for hearing the prompt say “dramatic video game cutscene” and then going “got it, mario and luigi.”

(via rockboci)

allegedly-human:

christs-cock:

pressysblog:

there is no way people still think this woman is straight

no explanation needed

I KNOW RIGHT???? voting is like the gayest thing ever

Swities will go “omg she just posted the GAYEST picture ever how does no one see it!!!” and it’s this

(via tenmiceinacoat)

fembutchboygirl:

rotsuko:

is this even funny i dont think its funny im not putting it in the tags

How has this comic made such a groundbreaking cultural impact without getting over 40k notes

(via cannibaldatingsite)

nellasbookplanet:

One more! Caleb and Essek (with bonus Jester and Nott) from the mighty nein coloring book

(via bravest-notts)

nestingangels:

“Cas - Cas.  Look, she’s totally checking me out.”

Cas, mouth full of burrito, subtly surveys the other patrons spread out around the airport food court as he pretends to check their bags.  There are only a few other people close to them and none seem to be looking their way.

“I don’t see anyone,” he whispers, sitting back up and stealing some of Dean’s orange chicken.  Dean rolls his eyes and inclines his head toward whoever he thinks is watching them.

“Over there, in the pink flowers.  Right over your shoulder.”

This time, Cas just turns in his seat.  There’s an elderly couple a few tables away reading through some papers, a small family working through their own pile of cheap food, and a lone man texting on his phone.  Cas doesn’t see a young woman wearing anything that includes pink flowers.

“Dean, there isn’t anyone-”

“Dude, the baby!  The baby’s been watching me this whole time.”

Next to the small family’s table, a small baby girl in a pink flower patterned top is sitting in her stroller.  A pile of mostly smashed goldfish are scattered around her tray, a sippy cup discarded and dripping on the floor in front of her.  She’s looking over at their table, her smile bright and entirely honest as she watches Dean.  When he waves, she excitedly waves her chubby hands back at him in the air and coos, her socked feet kicking with delight until one of her polka dot socks threatens to go flying.

Her brazen joy is reflected on Dean’s face when Cas turns back to him; he’s making quiet silly sounds and exaggerated expressions to elicit responses from her.  Something heavy and warm spreads through Cas’ chest as he watches them play together across the couple yards between them, but something protective too crawls through him too - Dean’s happy, walls down in a way that usually takes some work, and Cas bizarrely finds himself wishing he could just take the baby with them to keep Dean feeling this safe and forthright with his enjoyment.

Eventually, Dean waves goodbye to her and turns back to his Chinese food, though his smile lingers for the rest of the meal.  Cas doesn’t say anything, worried words will chase away whatever Dean is feeling, so he settles for slowly rubbing his boot against Dean’s ankle as they talk, ignoring Dean’s embarrassed grumbles as he reaches across the table for Cas’ hand and holds it while they work through an order of nachos.

They’re interrupted from Dean’s explanation of why airplanes are death traps when the stroller wheels next to their table.  They look up to see the mother beaming down at them as she says, “I think Stella wanted to say goodbye before leaving.”

Dean’s face is guarded when he glances up at her and the rest of the family watching them from a little ways away, but it softens when he looks down at Stella.  She’s holding up a goldfish for him, shy now that she knows other people are watching.

“Thanks, ladybug.”  Dean gently takes it from her small hand and pops it into his mouth, winking at her when she claps and kicks her feet again.

“You have a beautiful daughter,” Cas says sincerely, smiling up at the mother while Stella babbles at Dean and offers him her sippy cup of apple juice.  "She has a kind soul.“

“I’m lucky to have her,” the mother answers.  She adopts a shyness similar to her daughter’s when she adds, “Do you two have any of your own?”

Dean’s face tightens at the question.  When Cas doesn’t answer, he looks up from where Stella is gripping one of his fingers and shaking his arm up and down.  Cas feels nervous, suddenly, about Dean’s answer - ridiculous, of course, since he has no reason to be, but his heart throbs and jackknifes up his throat all the same.

“No,” Dean says carefully, avoiding Cas’ gaze.  After a pause, he says, “We’ve never really talked about it.”

“Well, for the record,” the mother says, a knowing glint in her eye.  "I think you two will make excellent fathers one day.“

Cas can feel his face heating up and glances over at Dean to see he’s no better, mouth pinched shut as he extracts his finger from Stella’s merciless grip.

The ensuing silence is painfully awkward but the mother seems amused and almost mischievous when she leans over the stroller and tells Stella to say goodbye to her friends (she gives Dean a garbled bunch of vowels and waves).

“Have a safe flight!” the mother says brightly, and pushes the stroller away to join the rest of her family.  Stella strains to lean over the edge of her stroller and waves at Dean until they disappear in the flood of airport traffic.

The silence a powder keg.  Dean picks at his broccoli and Cas gathers their trash into his Taco Bell bag.

“Well,” Dean says, standing up so quickly his knees knock into the table.  "We’d better get to our gate, Cas, don’t wanna-“

“I would love to have a family with you,” Cas blurts and, horrified, quickly covers his face with a hand.  Behind his palm, he finds he doesn’t feel regret; he realized the words were true the second they flew out of his mouth.  The timing could have probably been better.

“Dean,” Cas begins, wearily dropping his hand to apologize but then Dean is there, both hands gripping sides of Cas’ face to tug him forward and he’s kissing him desperately, teeth clacking with the force of it.

It softens after a few seconds and Dean sighs into his mouth, eyes closed when he rests his forehead against Cas’.  Cas reaches up to rub the back of Dean’s neck, fingers running through the soft, short hairs there, until Dean pulls back and straightens up.

“We’re gonna miss our flight if we don’t haul ass,” Dean says, expression bashful when it drops to the floor to hide his smile.

They hold hands all the way to the gate, shoulders bumping, parting only so Dean can buy them neck pillows from the convenience shop as consolation for having to get on the plane.

(via werepires)

becauseofthebowties:

12.10 - Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets

(via davidfosterwallaceandgromit)

anielka-ela:

lovingswamp:

clawfootboy:

clawfootboy:

So many notes ppl confused by corn wielding Colima dog wait until you see the dancing figures…..blow your mind. Teach you true love

humankind…what more can I say. I can only aspire to have such deep and rich a human connection with anyone in this life that will be as radiant as a ceramic figural pair of dancing xolos

They’re also at the center of a roundabout

Mexican here, fun fact! While we call them “Dancing dogs”, they’re a young pup and an old dog, and the older one is revealing wisdoms right on the pup’s ear.

You’ll recognize the older dog bc he’s got wrinkles!! It’s a wonderful scene!!

(via castaell)

jcrewguy:

ALT

(via castaell)

zhellers:

I loved my friend.

He went away from me.

There’s nothing more to say.

The poem ends,

Soft as it began-

I loved my friend.

(via malvolios-yellow-stockings)