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October 23 2017

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Inktober 2016 Day 7 - I always had this headcanon… Red signs and so does Gold 😎



This isn’t a story about a client from hell, but I know for a fact that it is advice that comes from dealing with them.

When I was studying 3D animation and visualization, we did customer projects as a part of our education. For each project we had a tutor, someone who worked in the industry and knew the ropes. This is legitimately one of the lessons one of our tutors gave us:

Tutor: In our company, we have what we call an “Ugly Red Blob” method. When a design has been finalized, and it’s time to send it to the client for final review, the last thing we do is we add a big, red blob somewhere in the design. The client will look at the mock-up and say: “Okay, that’s good, but take out that red blob, it doesn’t work with the rest.” The client gets a feeling that they’ve contributed to the design in a significant way, and we can get on with our work, without the client trying to micro-manage every font and color.

chaotic good

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If anyone in the future ever asks me what 2017 was like I’m just gonna show them this tweet



Non-english-speaker culture is winging it through video games from before you knew English, only understanding 30% of the dialog.

In Crash Bandicoot 2 this one character says “I’m going to destroy the space station” and 6-year-old me thought he said “playstation” so I cried and turned the game off cause I was scared that he was gonna destroy my console.


“Having AD[H]D makes life paradoxical. You can superfocus sometimes, but also space out when you least mean to. You can radiate confidence and also feel as insecure as a cat in a kennel. You can perform at the highest level, feeling incompetent as you do so. You can be loved by many, but feel as though no one really likes you. You can absolutely, totally, intend to do something, then forget to do it. You can have the greatest idea in the world, but feel as if you can’t accomplish a thing.”

Delivered from Distraction by Drs. Edward Hallowell and John Ratey.

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Reasons Patrick is your unproblematic fave


• Probably one of the only gone characters that didn’t kill anyone
• Is a dog
• He didn’t speak
• Scared a fucking lion away from Lana???
• Like damn he saved her life???
• Therefore indirectly saved the lives of many people in the Fayz
• Is a dog
• Isn’t a weak ass bitch
• Loyal to Lana all the way through
• Is a dog
• He’s named after a hella starfish???
• Doesn’t judge Edilio, Dekka or Roger on their sexuality
• Doesn’t know what sexuality is
• Isn’t power hungry
• Isn’t thirsty for attention
• Doesn’t care that he ain’t a moof and doesn’t care that Lana is
• Accepting of Lanas baes (Quinn and Sanjit)
• Is a dog
• Is nice to everyone
• Tried to fight Coyotes
• Is cute as hell
• Also most importantly he is a dog

October 22 2017



Enchantress: I turn you into a hideous Beast. What are the names of your servants?

The Prince: Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts -



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“As the father of no daughters because I’m literally in 8th grade, I think sexual harassment is bad.”

These kid are the future.


depression culture is switching between doing buzzfeed quizzes, watching vine compilations on youtube, scrolling netflix for 45 mins then watching 20 mins of a movie u loved as a kid before getting bored and going back to doing buzzfeed quizzes 

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…I’m not seeing anything wrong, per se.




what should i do of this empty stomach of mine

fill it with rocks

does anyone that’s normal have any suggestions

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look at them

reblog if ur proud of this chicken persuing a higher education

October 20 2017

The signs as pictures of Frollo!





I have tricked you! 

Astrology is a tool of the devil 

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My brother is in Malala’s course in oxford and he just sent me this from their groupchat

The tooth fairy is fae propaganda



It teaches your kids that it’s ok to invite the Fae into your home and sell them parts of your body

I feel like this post woke me up to something evil

October 19 2017






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i found my yiff bracelet in my cupboard before and frankly i don’t know how to feel because it invokes my fight or flight response on visual contact

I both want to see it and forget this post exists


It’s also got a nifty story to boot:

When I was about 12, my family and I went on holiday to the Greek isles or something, and there’s this one island called Santorini which was placed lovingly at the top of some stupid high hill. You could either take the at least 400+ stairs to the top, or a rickety ass gondola to the top. we decided to not take the rickety ass gondola, but instead haul obese me up the stairs.

It was like nearly 40 degrees Celsius as we went up the stairs, it sucked. After about 45 minutes of trudging up these stairs and getting booted in the hip by some stupid fuckin’ donkeys, we finally made it to the top, and we were all fucking exhausted, but we wanted to find a cafe before we were going to actually rest.

On the way to the cafe, I saw this shop that sold “custom bracelets and necklaces” for like the equivalent of 5 pounds. Now 12 year old me was this unbearable gremlin of a furry. Y'know, the kind that will let you know within 30 seconds of meeting you that they are a furry, and wouldn’t shut up about anything furry-related ever, so I think you and I both know what kind of custom bracelet 12 year old me was going to buy. I walked into this shop with the biggest fucking shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. Imagine a fat version of young Dylan Sprouse kicking down the door of this old woman’s corner shop and Chad striding towards the counter.

“Just 4 letters. These ones, please” I told the lady, clutching a Y, an I and two F’s in my hand. The poor lady didn’t know any better, she just placed the letter blocks on the string and asked for the money. I walked out of that shop as the most confident little fat blonde kid on the planet. I mean, I wasn’t going to walk up all those stairs and leave empty handed, was I?

I wore that bracelet with pride through the rest of the entire holiday, on the way home and even through the first week of school. But only the first week.

There were a small group of people in my Computing class that knew that I was a furry. Only 3. But they all endured my constant blabbering about nonsensical furry shit, and they were fine with it. Cut to about 5 days after I came back from the holiday, and I was sitting in my computing class, displaying in all glory a colourful bracelet bearing the word “YIFF”, engraved in 4 wooden blocks. People ignored it, my friends thought it was pretty funny and novelty, and so life just went on.

And then it happened.

Yiff? What’s that?”

I snap around at mach 9, and there was my 40 year old computing teacher, towering over my arm to read the bracelet. The moment that word was uttered from his mouth, my 3 friends shot up and turned around like a pack of bleeding prairie dogs. They were eyes and ears on deck to this conversation. All of that childlike confidence I had gathered from this bracelet was just eviscerated right out of my head and replaced with the realization that I was just wearing a bracelet that just had the furry equivalent of the word “Porn” written on it.

Uhhhh.. It’s, um… An inside joke.” I muttered desperately, giving death glares to my friends who were on the verge of exploding. The teacher just kinda shrugged his shoulders and moved on with the lesson, but that 10 seconds was fucking petrifying. After the lesson had ended, and we were packing our bags and leaving to go to lunch, I noticed the teacher switch off the projector, and kinda swivel his PC monitor away from the class. Tk. Tk. Tk. Tk. Four key presses from his keyboard and I knew exactly what the fuck was going on. I increased my pace, and darted towards the exit of the classroom.

The last thing I saw before I left was his face. It’s hard to describe, but imagine the face of somebody being confronted by the four horses of the apocalypse, and seeing cutie marks.

He looked at me for a solid half-second. We exchanged eye contact. At this point my life had finished. The old Securipun was dead, and like a fawn born in a wolfden, I fucking legged it. I think we both understood the next day that the day prior was single handedly the most jarring and uncomfortable moment of our entire lives, and that it should never be mentioned again, for the mental state of each other. The bracelet also never saw the life of day again, until I found it in a drawer like an hour ago.






Date a boy who looks at you like you’re a masterpiece and makes you feel like art

date a girl who looks at you like you’re a masterpiece and makes you feel like art

i shoved a monet painting up my ass

*you okay? 

i died

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