topburger239:

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S 2 TRAILER - IT’S OFFICIAL







labocat:

labocat:

Uh, so I switched over to SMC, but the south park subtitles stayed….

In case anyone was wondering, it did, in fact, continue.













captainqueeg:

progress shot. I’m about halfway through.







khroma:

Summer drawing.

(Let’s hope tumblr doesn’t break the transparency)







actionables:

romance is alive







violette-roses:

hair goals forever X







popiatom:

shyghost:

the world already caters to you and values you. you can handle one website discussing things without you.

the world already caters to you and values you. you can handle one website discussing things without you.







pixelbabes:

when a mutual unfollows you first

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so then you unfollow them right back

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crowthis:

i don’t remember you







cisphobiaconfessions:

why is there only google translate?? where is google cislate??
i camn”t beleav







werewooftaur:

Something really interesting happened to me at work today. About an hour before closing time, this elderly woman who is a regular at our store approached me and asked me “Can I ask you kind of a weird question?” She went on to inquire as to whether or not I usually wear hooded sweatshirts. I answered with yes, I always wear a sweatshirt to work. She explained that two days ago she had been looking through the Craigslist missed encounters and had seen an ad describing an employee at our store location with short black hair, who always wore hooded sweatshirts. “You should look it up. You never know…” she said as she left.

Naturally, I was intrigued. There has only ever been one time that I have found a personals ad written about me, in an on-going thread called “HEY YOU!!!” on the WWU forums. It read something along the lines of, “Hey you! I saw you spill your dinner on the floor in the dining hall. I’m sorry. That must have been really embarrassing.” This was around the time that I stopped snooping through personals ads.

I decided to look up the ad on my way home. I thought, there is no way this can’t be creepy. A customer who has visited my workplace and observed me on multiple occasions has written about me in a personals page that is used primarily for casual sex between complete strangers. I resolved that even if what I found was the sweetest, most innocent confession I had ever read, I would not respond—because if things got weird they would know where to find me at work. But how bad could it be, if that sweet old lady had recommended that I look at it?

What I found was better than anything I could have imagined.

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ireallyshouldbedrawing:

a colleague gave me a steve!usb flash drive (i think it was supposed to be a belated birthday present but he didn’t wrap it so it didn’t count, right?).

i was like yiss free steve stuff

and then i plugged it in

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faun-songs:

the only way cap 3 may end