A Certain Blog
murasaki-kun:

willson strifloof collab with moonhowl (i did lines and colors) B))

murasaki-kun:

willson strifloof collab with moonhowl (i did lines and colors) B))

mamascream:

Rewatching The Rising Darkness from Prime and chuckling a bit with how dramatic Megatron is over Dark Energon. Yeah buddy, how’d that work for you?

Anywho, Kim bot under the influence of THE BLOOD OF UNICRON

Tried to fit in some of the jet powered glider system in there

naniroxy:

Part 3 of chapter one is finally finished! *falls over*

You can check out the pages as they are updated here at http://soirebirth.tumblr.com/

buffiroh:


sjips - the  return

holy shit. holy sjit. sjin said it’s called the cheat police. prepare all butts.

buffiroh:

sjips - the  return

holy shit. holy sjit. sjin said it’s called the cheat police. prepare all butts.

jk rowling’s reasoning as to why fenrir greyback turned remus into a werewolf: remus’s father insulted him so he did it as an act of revenge

the actual reason greyback bit remus: the temptation to succumb to the fact that biting remus whose name literally means ‘werewolf mcwerewolf’ would be the greatest feat in lycanthropic irony the world had ever seen
Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.

huggleaddicted:

axtelle:

zombieecho:

iloveyoujhutch:

If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.

Hey, don’t you fucking scroll down

You

Fucking

Liar. 

Two words:

Maes Hughes

WHY WOULD YOU REMIND ME OF THAT.

digging-in2-ur-pants:

dangervvank:

"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"

I was not ready

kaieraai:

thedoctor-and-his-trolls:

delightfully-derranged:

tonystarksnipples:

calamithyjane:

riddlemehiddleston:

pulpfanfiction:

glocktary:

thoracs:





you did it
you win the award for best addition to my post

i tried so fucking hard to scroll past this

i tried and i failed



i cant breathe.

send help. dying

"I am the snake in my boot"

kaieraai:

thedoctor-and-his-trolls:

delightfully-derranged:

tonystarksnipples:

calamithyjane:

riddlemehiddleston:

pulpfanfiction:

glocktary:

thoracs:

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i am leg

you did it

you win the award for best addition to my post

i tried so fucking hard to scroll past this

i tried and i failed

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i cant breathe.

send help. dying

"I am the snake in my boot"

Reblog if you have boobs

angielovebands:

magcon-and-disney-and-bands:

pipechan:

love-lives-to-hurt:

mistize:

one girl scrolled past this and woke up without boobs

Forever reblog cuz I don’t wanna wake up without boobs.

The fucking notes

Just read the notes

I’m not gonna risk anything

busy-matches:

as soon as i saw hannah + nilesy go see the wheat biome thing i knew i had to draw it!
glad people voted for this one the most! :>

busy-matches:

as soon as i saw hannah + nilesy go see the wheat biome thing i knew i had to draw it!

glad people voted for this one the most! :>

the-dick-lord-levi:

So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.” 

And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.  

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

But I’m not.

Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

We’re married!?

Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

Vegetarian.

Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

I want a divorce!

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

lackyannie:

electricsed:

It really doesn’t matter how big or how small they are, all cats are fucking adorable morons.

LMFAOOOOO

lackyannie:

electricsed:

It really doesn’t matter how big or how small they are, all cats are fucking adorable morons.

LMFAOOOOO

hohohobutmadefashion:

when two of your friends get into an argument and they both try to drag you in for support and you’re like

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REALEST zodiac sign stuff
Aries: self-centred competitive cunts but still sweet
Taurus: nice as heck but dont show much emotions and eat a way too much
Gemini: smooth lunatic manipulative assholes but geniuses
Cancer: dependant, emotionally unstable lullabies and probably the nicest persons you know
Leo: most generous and selfish at the same time attention whores
Virgo: steady fuckers that probably have an OCD
Libra: double-faced childish bitches but they know how to look good tho
Scorpio: paranoid psychos that think about dry humping all day long
Sagittarius: funny but rude, one night stands big winner
Capricorn: cold-hearted motherfuckers without any social skills
Aquarius: weird hipsters that always try to sound deep and different but VERY open-minded
Pisces: sensible compulsive liars, daydreamers and super gentle but hypocrites