rinatan:

More stuff for my door!

yumbles:

U GOT THE POWER TO LET POWER COME

kanye i am done with you

(Source: stranger-things-have-happend)

im always late for the party 

(Source: kristalldroppar)

(Source: halstrider)

camplazlo:

john and dave cosplaying as sasuke and naruto

(Source: fuckingdeviantartstamps)

doctopus:

supernatural

missvanillamilkshake:

ectobiolodaddy:

this is the doodle from last night (earlier this morning)?? because i saw the scribble post floating around even though i.. deleted… it…

holy shit this is one of the most adorable davejohns i’ve ever seen oh my god fave hands down all the other davejohns can go home

john-egbert:

yaoi is two boys kissing???? xD eww

burning wet dogs isn’t what I’m all about anymore

onefloorup:

Like a roasted chicken, my life is stuffed, and unlike a chicken the weeks fly by, the weekends like transit hubs, even to get to hell, you have to transit through Chicago, my weekend hub again, (Brian Eno plays subterraneanly), I know the drill, I know where to cut, veer and turn, while I rake the leaves on my front lawn, I think thoughts of weekday importance, take the girls to indoor soccer, grocery shop, do that voodoo that I do.

I think about my Friday meeting with John Wayne’s horse, the more recent representative from the mother ship, they want me now for the business mag, it’s risky, and I see the fatal flaw in their sales pitch, they haven’t asked what it would take to bring me onboard, instead they give me the dog and pony, barking from the sidewalk, step right up, you can’t miss this, there’s a sucker born every minute, I’ve already been promised enough money to burn a wet dog once, I know it can’t be done and burning wet dogs isn’t what I’m all about anymore, never was about the money.

I’m all about balance now, liking the daily planet again for it’s dusty backwaterness, its soothing shithappensness, it operates well below my level of incompetence. I’m gold, I can do no wrong, none of us can, living life again during work hours, I show up an hour and a half late, Cromehead leaves an hour early, Boss Curly goes golfing, Boxcar helps a friend move, Snottybabe surfs for a new car and God himself only knows what Barney Rubble, O’dog and the other dubious conscripts do. Some kind of non-work voodoo, I trust, I do. So for the last time I’m not taking the job at the mother ship. Stop thinking about it. Stay on the planet. I’m not ready to be beamed up.

thanks kiana

ipoog:

matching tattoos are the epitome of thug life

siins:

try to draw a shippy picture, instead zoom in 300% and draw this. yes good