I NEVER WANT THIS POST TO END
the second pic of the elephant and dog though. holy crap that’s graceful
noooOOOO MY HEAAAARRRRTTT *clutches chest*
This is so important.
This man is qualified to play as nightwing
This man is qualified to fuck me
I think he is qualified to be a helicopter too
i think hes qualified to dress up as nightwing as he fucks me and then we can ride a helicopter
I googled “angry duck” and I’m really glad I did
I feel you, little duck
i caNT BREATHE
Not even lion
This is the best post I have seen all day
I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.
Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…
A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.
She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.
At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”
Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.
Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”
So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.
As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.
Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.
SHE’S THE CUTEST OHMAHGOD CAN I HUG HER
I want that hair
How to make comics
My first vine
Bucky Barnes the surprise party planner
You can read up to 500 words per minute
THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK
I have an android app that does this and let me tell you, reading slashfic at 700wpm is a near-spiritual experience.