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mspandarew:

nishlo:

nishlo:

CARTOONIST FOUND DEAD IN HIS APARTMENT

DETAILS ARE SKETCHY

CAN ANY CONCLUSIONS BE DRAWN?

theuppitynegras:

firstladysexyfineass:

mypocketshurt90:

supremecatoverlord:

walk2222:

narret:

Animals with Watermelons

the fucking parrot

I luv u waturmelon

An important documentary.

Were is the otter that looked so disgusted with its watermelon?

here he is

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The Oxford English Dictionary accepts both pronunciations. They are wrong. It is a soft ‘G,’ pronounced ‘jif.’ End of story.

Steve Wilhite, the creator of the GIF, chiming in on the pronunciation of the word. (As everyone knows, choosy memes choose “jif.”) Wilhite, a former CompuServe employee, created the format in 1987 and is to receive an award for his creation tonight.  (via shortformblog)

I say it with a hard ‘G’ because 20 years ago when I started messing with GIFs there was no one to tell me how to pronounce it correctly. I chose the most logical pronunciation and went with it. When you get used to saying something a certain way for 20 years… that’s pretty much how you are going to say it no matter how incorrect someone tells you it is.

It’s like someone trying to tell you “Sun” is actually pronounced wombatnards. It’s going to take an awful lot of effort to train your brain to say “I got a really bad wombatnardsburn today.  I should have used more wombatnardsblock.”

Hard G 4 life #YOLO

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lactoria:

nohope4thehomestuckers:

theinsufferablefan:

paper stars

Karkat had always been absolutely fascinated by how romantic it sounded, when he’d first heard of them. A thousand paper stars to grant a wish? It was just like some of the best in his vast collection of movies.
But it wasn’t until a while later that he’d actually start making them. After finding out how to make them after a quick Trolloogle search, he set to work, knowing in his pan that it wouldn’t do anything, but still young and naive enough to hold onto a shred of hope.
It took a while, and used up lots of paper. Star after star after star.
When he was at about half a jar, he just.. stopped. It became a bit boring. A tiny bit dull. Star after star after tedious, colorful little star.
A couple perigrees or so later, when he was self-decidedly smarter and also wiser, he got into a dramatic, slur filled fight with Captor. He had thrown his arms up in outrage, when out of the corner of his eyes he spotted the jar, still half-full., covered with a thin layer of dust. Pausing, he slid the pieces of paper over, and began again.
It became a sort of ritual for him after that. Get into a fight, a couple paper stars, wake up in early evening grumpy, a couple more. After a short while of this, the jar was full. He placed it next to the husktop moniter, and stared at it occaisionally. A thousand and one were in there, prevented from growing little legs and escaping by a sturdy cork.
He.. waited. And waited. And then, he started another jar. Feel shitty, make stars, wanted to go into an absolute rage, make a few more. It didn’t make him feel any better, of course. Just gave him something to do that wasn’t tearing his whole hive down and throwing it at Her Condescension Herself until She came over and culled him personally.
The jars multiplied. He made a couple more friends, if he could call them that, somehow. More colors went into the mix. Sooner or later twelve separate colors filled up the jars.
When he’d been thrust into the game, he’d started making them with a fury. Anything to stay inside and not look at the nauseating color of his land.
The jars piled up. He got more and more frustrated with each one, as time went by.
But he kept them there, as a brightly colored silent confirmation that magic doesn’t exsist, and he’d never get any of his wishes granted.
Self-destruction is a beautiful thing.

this is absolutely beautiful get on my blog

lactoria:

nohope4thehomestuckers:

theinsufferablefan:

paper stars

Karkat had always been absolutely fascinated by how romantic it sounded, when he’d first heard of them. A thousand paper stars to grant a wish? It was just like some of the best in his vast collection of movies.

But it wasn’t until a while later that he’d actually start making them. After finding out how to make them after a quick Trolloogle search, he set to work, knowing in his pan that it wouldn’t do anything, but still young and naive enough to hold onto a shred of hope.

It took a while, and used up lots of paper. Star after star after star.

When he was at about half a jar, he just.. stopped. It became a bit boring. A tiny bit dull. Star after star after tedious, colorful little star.

A couple perigrees or so later, when he was self-decidedly smarter and also wiser, he got into a dramatic, slur filled fight with Captor. He had thrown his arms up in outrage, when out of the corner of his eyes he spotted the jar, still half-full., covered with a thin layer of dust. Pausing, he slid the pieces of paper over, and began again.

It became a sort of ritual for him after that. Get into a fight, a couple paper stars, wake up in early evening grumpy, a couple more. After a short while of this, the jar was full. He placed it next to the husktop moniter, and stared at it occaisionally. A thousand and one were in there, prevented from growing little legs and escaping by a sturdy cork.

He.. waited. And waited. And then, he started another jar. Feel shitty, make stars, wanted to go into an absolute rage, make a few more. It didn’t make him feel any better, of course. Just gave him something to do that wasn’t tearing his whole hive down and throwing it at Her Condescension Herself until She came over and culled him personally.

The jars multiplied. He made a couple more friends, if he could call them that, somehow. More colors went into the mix. Sooner or later twelve separate colors filled up the jars.

When he’d been thrust into the game, he’d started making them with a fury. Anything to stay inside and not look at the nauseating color of his land.

The jars piled up. He got more and more frustrated with each one, as time went by.

But he kept them there, as a brightly colored silent confirmation that magic doesn’t exsist, and he’d never get any of his wishes granted.

Self-destruction is a beautiful thing.

this is absolutely beautiful get on my blog

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icomefromdownworld:







the cat that just casually fucking hiccuped and probably summoned the dark lord


omg the way that last baby hops!

The mama’s all embarrassed, “oh my god! I am so so sorry they don’t usually behave like this, they’re good kids really…”

i’m laughing so hard 

I’M SO DONE

I’ve reblogged this before but I’ll reblog it everytime it comes up on my dash

icomefromdownworld:

the cat that just casually fucking hiccuped and probably summoned the dark lord

omg the way that last baby hops!

The mama’s all embarrassed, “oh my god! I am so so sorry they don’t usually behave like this, they’re good kids really…”

i’m laughing so hard 

I’M SO DONE

I’ve reblogged this before but I’ll reblog it everytime it comes up on my dash

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

zing-noir:

katsallday:

davidhasslehoff:

IVE NEVER LAUGHED HARDER IN MY WHOLE LIFE OMG

Im pretty sure these fake documentaries have become my favorite thing.

asdfasdfsdfasdfsd this is amazing ahahahaaaa

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deanisaclosetedgeek:

deidaracchi:

today in science we had this sub nd the other people went outside so it was just me and a couple friends so we flipped all the chairs upside down and formed a satanic star in the middle of the room w yard sticks and i laid in t he middle of th floor while all the other people acted like they were sacrificing me th en the sub came in and the only thing he said was “oh not again”

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69shotas:

yeah so my dash isn’t really doin’ it for me anymore.

  • if you post homestuck, reblog this.
  • just do it ok
  • you’re almost 1000% guarenteed i’ll follow
  • are u 1 follower away from like 437 or something (id k)
  • i could tater toots be the 437th
  • just reblog ok

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

willherondalelives:

doodleniks:

I LAUGH LITERALLY EVERY TIME I SEE THIS OH MY GOD

I cry WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

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