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sailorfailures:

Found this from when I did the “sleep deprivation comics”. Evidently I had some kind of idea but then I scrapped it and stopped and I’m SO GLAD BECAUSE THIS IS A LOT FUNNIER THAN ANYTHING I COULD ACTUALLY THINK OF

sailorfailures:

Found this from when I did the “sleep deprivation comics”. Evidently I had some kind of idea but then I scrapped it and stopped and I’m SO GLAD BECAUSE THIS IS A LOT FUNNIER THAN ANYTHING I COULD ACTUALLY THINK OF

bunsen:

when u make a joke only u and ur friend get

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zackisontumblr:

zackisontumblr:

i have a bunch of high school musical party supplies who wants to party with me

we’re all in this together

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twiabpaianlatfwnogf:

My Brand New Dad.

Jack fixes her gaze… Holds it… There’s nothing but the two of them. […] And just like that, Jack’s demeanor changes. A light is switched on inside him and the last thing that could be happening is what is actually happening.

ianbrooks:

Editorials by Victo Ngai

The artistic engine that we call Victo Ngai continues to power some of the most powerfully vibrant and electrically surreal art that’s not only scalding hot to the touch, but also capable of making you slow down and admire the clockwork mechanics underneath the hood. High quality giclee prints are available over at Victo’s website: victo-ngai

Artist: Behance / Tumblr / Twitter

disheartens:

today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic 

nebulathespacepirate:

zachrse:

Rare footage of Professor Xavier smacking Star-lord in the face with a keyboard.

 #FUCK YOU #AND GO TELL THAT BLOODY RACCOON TO GIVE ME BACK MY WHEELCHAIR #AND STOP STEALING ERIK’S HELMET #I KNOW IT LOOKS LIKE AN UGLY PIECE OF SHIT BUT HE’S DESTROYING OUR MANSION (via)

prongsmydeer:

Harry Potter AU where someone sees Harry in his cousin’s over-sized clothing with his underfed body and hears him casually mention the cupboard in which he sleeps and calls the fucking police


"Shall we order dessert?"
"No thanks… i’m stuffed.

"Shall we order dessert?"

"No thanks… i’m stuffed.