newtsbubblebutt:

me getting out of bed

louisroskosch:

i made some variants for my turtle ninja design… now i don’t have to deal with smart arses trying to lecture me on how Michelangelo doesn’t have a sword or whatever. yay! 

$14 on teepublic store for the next 3 days. https://www.teepublic.com/user/Louisros
 

He gave me an order and I didn’t listen, I almost got you killed.

{ You were just a kid. }

Don’t. Don’t… Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.

reflectingblue:

raakellars:

bansheeandahunter:

False rape accusations are an anomaly.

True rape accusations are a norm.

You’re, quite literally, more likely to be killed by a comet than falsely accused of rape.

Re-blog now, read later.

"Because 1 in 33 men will be raped in his lifetime, men are 82,000x more likely to be raped than falsely accused of rape. It seems many of us would do well to pay more attention to how rape culture affects us all than be paranoid about false accusers.”

yung-barce:

Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill! BILL!

yung-barce:

Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill! BILL!

euclase:

Cain (updated), drawn in PS.

euclase:

Cain (updated), drawn in PS.

becausebirds:

Kiwi on a treadmill.

becausebirds:

Kiwi on a treadmill.

tony-and-his-paper-castle:

drkarayua:

manafromheaven:

babyfawnx:

yeahiwasintheshit:

this is art

I’M IN TEARS OH MY GOD

oHMYGOD THIS POOR GUY IS GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK but I cant stop laAUGHING AGh

AOWH

this would not at all be out of place at art school

destroyed-and-abandoned:

The autopsy theater near the morgue in the basement of New Orleans Charity Hospital. 

destroyed-and-abandoned:

The autopsy theater near the morgue in the basement of New Orleans Charity Hospital. 

spookydumplings:

The water was starting to get cold, but Cas looked as though he had no intention of getting out of the tub.  His eyes were closed, and the small shadow of a smile flitted across his lips. 

“Aren’t you glad we splurged on this tub, Dean?” Cas asked. 

Dean scooped up some bubbles and watched them as they fizzled in the palm of his hand.  He blew on them gently, and smiled when they flew across his fingertips and landed back on the surface of the water.  “Yeah, Cas, I’m glad,” he said as he scooped up another pile of bubbles. 

Their weekly bath had become something of a ritual, a place for them to relax and unwind.  Cas usually lit candles, sometimes, he would even toss in some rose petals into the water, along with scented oils and bubbles and various other things that left their skin soft and delicate smelling.  Dean had wrinkled his nose at the whole thing at first, but soon, he had stopped complaining, especially after the time spent soaking in the hot water not only soothed his tired muscles, but also came along with lots of warm kisses and lazy hand jobs under he suds. Dean looked forward to it now, just the two of them, no distractions, no one to bother them, quality time together.

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