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teeth

WHAT HTE FUCK?????

UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER

oh my dear god this is the best thing I’ve ever seen.

my smiles ;w;

i cant stop laughing

FUCK HAHAHAH.

I think I pissed myself… omfg. 

(via dayindecember)

isiahhomme:

Luke Worrall by Andrew Weir

isiahhomme:

Luke Worrall by Andrew Weir

harlecumberbatchsvices:

by Peter Mohrbacher

*click to zoom*

His most recent stuff www.vandalhigh.com

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I have found a character that looks enough like me that I can effectively pull off a decent cosplay. Now to find a convention to attend…..

merr…

A. Available: 

B. Birthday: 

C. Crushing on:

D. Drink you last had: 

E. Easiest person to talk to: 

F. Favorite song:

G. Grossest memory:

H. Hometown:

I. In love with:

J. Jealous of:

K. Killed someone: 

L. Longest friendship:

M. Milkshake flavour: 

N. Number of siblings:

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P. Person who you last called: 

Q. Question your asked the most: 

R. Reason to smile:

S. Song you last sang: 

T. Time you wake up: 

U. Underwear color: 

V. Violent moment:

W. Worst habit: 

X. X-ray you had:

Y. Your last time you cried: 

Z. Zodiac sign: 

horny….

wut….

  • Television: In the criminal justice system--
  • Me: SEXUALLY-BASED OFFENSES ARE CONSIDERED ESPECIALLY HEINOUS. IN NEW YORK CITY, THE DEDICATED DETECTIVES WHO INVESTIGATE THESE VICIOUS FELONIES ARE MEMBERS OF AN ELITE SQUAD KNOWN AS THE SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT. THESE ARE THEIR STORIES. DUN DUN
recklessbuddha:

Shadow of the Colossus: Colossus size comparison chart.

recklessbuddha:

Shadow of the Colossus: Colossus size comparison chart.

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why I need to lose weight. So I don’t have to be self conscious….

why I need to lose weight. So I don’t have to be self conscious….

(via superfriky)


KOMOKO-99

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nameyourgod:

is it making them kiss?

nameyourgod:

is it making them kiss?

(Source: Flickr / invertsfromhell, via queenolibers)

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

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yolo-tier:

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imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I’d like to believe I have a guardian drag queen looking out for me.

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