my-mind-is-out:

eyegasm definitively 

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ringir:

【ヘタリア】水葬 | トモノリ [pixiv]

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(Source: hetaria, via videv)

prussiasfivemeters:

• source

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kisswwithafist:

boku-no-mj:

octoshrimp:

minestuck:

ramirezdahmerbundy:

The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth

• Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.

• Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.

• When in another’s lair, show him respect or else do not go there.

• If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.

• Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.

• Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.

• Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.

• Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.

• Do not harm little children.

• Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.

• When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

satan does not approve of the harming of little kids

satan disproves of rape

satan wants you to treat others the way you want to be treated

hail satan

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ringir:

５月２３日（日）くもりときどき雨　今日は大きい俺が遊びにきた。 | らくすけ [pixiv]

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kim-quim:

Had an idea for Seychelles to wear a dress based on the ocean tides. This is more along the lines of a classy, so it is a High Tide dress

Derp, time for the Low Tide

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stripesandteeth:

So I started reading this super cute fic last night where Gilbert was invited over to this grand gala sorta party thing Francis was throwing in honor of claiming his new territory…uh..Matthew. He wanted Gilbert to meet him but he ends up getting drunk and passing out and not being able to properly introduce them oops. However when Gilbert tries to go to bed that night, he’s rudely awakened by Mattie’s crying over being afraid of the thunderstorm that’s going on outside and baby shenanigans happen. u_u It’s super cute. He tries to calm him down and help him get over his fear of thunder and lightening and then it ends with him being tsundere towards him. “It’s not like you’re super cute or anything, go to bed god.”

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egg-piyo:

Ssh…

It’s  going to be okay, no harm…

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codependent-brothers-j2:

rayne-is-a-majestic-jellyfish:

angelic-luh:

-uhhleeseeuhh:

inhermusiicbox:

xxdeadbabydollxx:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

I cried.

I’m crying. Oh my, I just want to cuddle that precious baby. I would have taken him in. Oh gosh. This broke my heart.

if only I were there, he’d have a home… T.T bless this cat 

I can’t stop crying.

i don’t even know what to say— i can barley see my keyboard i’m crying so much.

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