naughtyvixens:

thanks for commissioning me thedkey, and happy birthday to your bud!  where can i get friends who commission porn for me on my bday???????

commission info!

ayamaakuna:

[That one’s dangerou—]

[ I KNOW.]

Dude your theme is cool as heck
Anonymous

thanks dude

check my credits page for the lovely person who made it!!!

arielmh:

"We are more than a bit concerned with the Benihana egg trick called for in the script. I’ve tried it and can only get it 1 out of 4 tries, and I’ve seen Benihana chefs flub the manoeuver when they have an entire grill as target. Mads has to crack his eggs into a 8-inch diameter skillet. The props Master calls his guy. The Production Manager calls in his guy. I call my guy. On the morning of the shoot we have 8 dozen eggs and 3 Japanese chefs with their hands made up to be hand doubles. I guess I don’t have to tell you that when Mads arrives on set, he just tosses an egg up in the air and the egg breaks on the spatula. No problem. Unbelievable. I insist it was a lucky fluke but he does it again. I accuse him of practicing when I wasn’t looking but he laughs (as if he has time to practise egg-cracking between scenes) and tells me he was a juggler in his youth.” [x]And here we all thought we’d have a million outtakes of Mads flubbing the egg trick…

arielmh:

"We are more than a bit concerned with the Benihana egg trick called for in the script. I’ve tried it and can only get it 1 out of 4 tries, and I’ve seen Benihana chefs flub the manoeuver when they have an entire grill as target. Mads has to crack his eggs into a 8-inch diameter skillet. The props Master calls his guy. The Production Manager calls in his guy. I call my guy. On the morning of the shoot we have 8 dozen eggs and 3 Japanese chefs with their hands made up to be hand doubles.

 I guess I don’t have to tell you that when Mads arrives on set, he just tosses an egg up in the air and the egg breaks on the spatula. No problem. Unbelievable. I insist it was a lucky fluke but he does it again. I accuse him of practicing when I wasn’t looking but he laughs (as if he has time to practise egg-cracking between scenes) and tells me he was a juggler in his youth.”
[x]

And here we all thought we’d have a million outtakes of Mads flubbing the egg trick…

officiousmartyr:

poppoppopwatchmuthafuckasdrop:

askinnyblackghost:

steve irwin
i miss you bro

im crying

send help

officiousmartyr:

poppoppopwatchmuthafuckasdrop:

askinnyblackghost:

steve irwin

i miss you bro

im crying

send help

christofercringlemisha:

thetwot:

rizaoftheowls:

derinthemadscientist:

mandypatinkins:

I want people who don’t read homestuck to theorize what is going on in this panel 1 2 3 go

I’m just behind a handful of updates and even I have no idea

The Lollipop Guild is trying to convert a cool punk to their terrifying, fixed-grin, eternal-sugar-high Happiness Is Mandatory totalitarian culture. He’s not buying it. (He’s actin’ all tough, but they are prepared to stick a brain-sucking foodstuff into his hair whether he wants it or not. This could come to blows.)
The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper watches with interest. He supposes he wants the punk fellow to win, but he is simply here to carry the losers away to Teenage Hell when the inevitable violence ensues. His robot sidekick, who has had too many Red Bulls possibly laced with crack, is trying to get him to bet cash (or drugs) on the outcome. The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper is silent, and abstains.
A small black parasitic demonchild has attached himself to the Lollipop Guild’s contingent, content to observe with childlike ignorance and to feed on the invisible despair that leaks like thick tar from the candy-colored crew. They ignore its presence and do not shoo him; it consumes sadness and they are well-taught that Sadness Spoils the Fun.
The ghosts of the cool punk’s fallen hipster friends float above, appearing to him in his time of need. He does not know if they are real, like Jedi force ghosts from beyond, or if they are only the hallucinations of his desperate mind as he faces the ultimate foe of his Keepin’ It Real. His angry friend, still bearing the cracked horn and wounds of his violent passing, hisses, “Get ‘em.” His sweetest friend, the motherly one, who cared for him and who he loved like a sister, whispers comfortingly, “You can do it.” His best bro? His best bro who died covering the cool punk’s escape, whose 3D glasses are whole again in his apparition of death? He hangs back, silent, his intense bi-colored gaze solemnly upon his last living friend. I saved you for this, his eyes seem to say. Make me proud, dude.
The cool punk flexes in his shoes, pumped up kicks that were a boon from the Cool Teenage Grim Reaper long ago, at the start of his quest, kicks that will allow him to run fast and fleet to escape the cold talons of mortality. Maybe, just maybe, they will allow him to outmaneuver the sugar-rush speedforce of the trio before him.
Each one’s stiff rictus widens another stretched millimeter as they see the defiance burning behind his cool shades.
“Let’s do this.”

LEROY! Jeeeenkins!

That…was pretty spot on.

christofercringlemisha:

thetwot:

rizaoftheowls:

derinthemadscientist:

mandypatinkins:

I want people who don’t read homestuck to theorize what is going on in this panel 1 2 3 go

I’m just behind a handful of updates and even I have no idea

The Lollipop Guild is trying to convert a cool punk to their terrifying, fixed-grin, eternal-sugar-high Happiness Is Mandatory totalitarian culture. He’s not buying it. (He’s actin’ all tough, but they are prepared to stick a brain-sucking foodstuff into his hair whether he wants it or not. This could come to blows.)

The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper watches with interest. He supposes he wants the punk fellow to win, but he is simply here to carry the losers away to Teenage Hell when the inevitable violence ensues. His robot sidekick, who has had too many Red Bulls possibly laced with crack, is trying to get him to bet cash (or drugs) on the outcome. The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper is silent, and abstains.

A small black parasitic demonchild has attached himself to the Lollipop Guild’s contingent, content to observe with childlike ignorance and to feed on the invisible despair that leaks like thick tar from the candy-colored crew. They ignore its presence and do not shoo him; it consumes sadness and they are well-taught that Sadness Spoils the Fun.

The ghosts of the cool punk’s fallen hipster friends float above, appearing to him in his time of need. He does not know if they are real, like Jedi force ghosts from beyond, or if they are only the hallucinations of his desperate mind as he faces the ultimate foe of his Keepin’ It Real. His angry friend, still bearing the cracked horn and wounds of his violent passing, hisses, “Get ‘em.” His sweetest friend, the motherly one, who cared for him and who he loved like a sister, whispers comfortingly, “You can do it.” His best bro? His best bro who died covering the cool punk’s escape, whose 3D glasses are whole again in his apparition of death? He hangs back, silent, his intense bi-colored gaze solemnly upon his last living friend. I saved you for this, his eyes seem to say. Make me proud, dude.

The cool punk flexes in his shoes, pumped up kicks that were a boon from the Cool Teenage Grim Reaper long ago, at the start of his quest, kicks that will allow him to run fast and fleet to escape the cold talons of mortality. Maybe, just maybe, they will allow him to outmaneuver the sugar-rush speedforce of the trio before him.

Each one’s stiff rictus widens another stretched millimeter as they see the defiance burning behind his cool shades.

“Let’s do this.”

LEROY! Jeeeenkins!

That…was pretty spot on.

grimdarkthroes:

none of my clothes fit anymore: the musical

featuring the smash single: my kingdom for a shirt that looks ok on me

none of my clothes fit anymore: the musical

reqionalatbest:

tadelesmith:

is some creep trying to pester you into a relationship? are you ready to shut them out of your life once and for all and look cute as frick doing it? 

here’s a video to help you boot that sucker so far into the friendzone they’ll wish they’d never met you in the first place!

taylor’s amazing god bless

azertip:

Koji Morimoto

are you cisphobic? <3 yaa.
Anonymous

zdk13eros:

What? <3 yaa

What is cisphobic? You are not making words.You are not correctly speaking, that is not a word, did you mean:xenophobic

Are you the real life Kanaya Maryam?
Anonymous

I really doubt it but thank you very much for the compliment!

queefitswhatsfordinner:

grimdarkthroes:

queefitswhatsfordinner:

snorts one of my ocs is from there

everyone should have at least one oc from wisconsin

(i really hope yr oc calls drinking fountains bubblers)

Well now she has to!

image

that fucKING GIF THOUGH

queefitswhatsfordinner:

snorts one of my ocs is from there

everyone should have at least one oc from wisconsin

(i really hope yr oc calls drinking fountains bubblers)

Well now she has to!