catnippackets:

animal crossing will always be the best most wholesome game to me. once I was up super late at night unable to sleep because I felt really sick and I was playing pocket camp while I tried to feel better and fall asleep and I went down to the beach and found Apollo by the water and he said “can’t sleep? you wanna sit and listen to the waves with me?” and I almost cried

ginathethundergoddess:

skylorennn:

jackironsides:

onlyblackgirl:

basura-official:

teknon:

whoreablejewess:

gluten-free-pussy:

ithelpstodream:

buzz aldrin looks like he’s about to tie trump to a rocket and launch him off into space

Do it, buzz

Now that’s a facial journey

Some of my favorites:

Its like hes going through the 5 stages of grief but he keeps flip flopping between bargaining and anger

2017 mood.

I think this one is my favourite

I normally don’t reblog things like this but honestly this is one of a kind and buzz is fantastic

God bless

upthewitchypunx:

magicianmew:

unfriendlyblackwitch:

chorusofravenousangels:

sexhaver:

what if magic was real but it was treated the way music is now with different genres and like “oh youre still into conjuring? thats cool I guess. recently ive been getting into third-wave post-necromancy, it’s some pretty heavy stuff”

“what do you mean you’ve never learned FIREBALL, it’s a CLASSIC”
“idk I’m not really into evocations.”
“how can you not be into ANY evocations?”
“well, it’s kind of dad magic, isn’t it?”

DAD MAGIC

But… where’s the lie?

This is literally what witchblur is like.

There are totally dad jokes in witchblr.

humansofnewyork:

“My mother passed away during childbirth, and a woman from a nearby village tried to purchase me from my grandfather. At first he was insulted, but the woman kept begging, so he finally agreed to marry her into our family. She never breastfed me. She never showed me affection. And the moment she had children of her own, she abandoned me. I was ten years old at the time. Her new husband threw my school bag into a lake and told me to go find work. I moved straight to the city. There were times I was so hungry that I made soup out of goat food. But I never begged and I never stole. There are a lot of bad people in the city, but I was lucky enough to meet the good ones. People who showed me the right path. A restaurant owner let me live with him in exchange for washing dishes. Then when I was fifteen, an old Pakistani man taught me how to drive, and I became a bus driver. I met my wife while driving that bus. We have three children of our own now. I have nothing to leave them when I’m gone. But all of us are well fed and well housed.”

(Dhaka, Bangladesh)