Gun

the walking dead game ;;

a-lesbillion:

thechangelingmedusa:

Like seriously, why isn’t pole dancing an olympic sport? This is freakin gymnastics. This is strength and skill. This is not sexual whatsoever. Why does pole dancing have to be so stigmatised as a sexual thing that only strippers do? I have great respect for all people who can pull this off. This is art and beauty right here. 

Good lord, the fluidity of her movement is mind-bending, jfc

notjustanotherpetblog:

nevertoomanyspiders:

bogmoth:

ohnoproblems:

beepunk:

look @ this cute lil lady

i live for small lady

love u small lady

I don’t care if it’s already on my blog, stuff like this is always relevant

little bee tongue and antennae and fuzzy legs and cutie eyes!

I’m waiting for my kid by the playground to get out of school…

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

And he just ran by with plastic Cap shield screaming, “Take down Hydra!” with about eight other kids chasing him. 

Omg, he just skidded to a halt and back tracked and said, “Hey mom!” And he plucked one little girl from the cluster of boys and said, “This is Black Widow!”

That was so Steve Rogers it hurt. 

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the-chubby-nerd:

Story time:

While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.

Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.

My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.

Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.

So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”

Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.

It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.

So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.

And he bursts out laughing.

Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.

I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.

stereofeathers:

stereofeathers:

stereofeathers:

FUCK I FORGOT THAT THE BIRD STORE I WORK AT HAS ONE BABY BIRD THAT LIKES TO SLEEP IN PEOPLES POCKETS IM HOME AND SOMETHING IS MOVING IN MY POCKET OH FUCK

YEAH ITS THE BIRD I JUST ACCIDENTALLY STOLE A BIRD

 MY BOSS JUST GAVE ME THE MOST STERN LOOK OF DISAPPROVAL BEFORE HE STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD HE HAD TO GRAB THE EDGE OF A TABLE

feminismandpugsarelife:

iso-hei:

CLIMB THE HIGHEST SURFACE POSSIBLE WOOOO

I want to read that paper

Aug. 31 10:28 am

justice4mikebrown:


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