kittykeoko:
“ This picture is fabulous.
This is what you get for saying the necklace is cursed.
Fred enjoying a “real canadian winter”
this is about 5 feet away from a sign that says “its fun to be canadian” ”
Oh sweet mother of Maple.
This.
I forgot...

kittykeoko:

This picture is fabulous. 

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This is what you get for saying the necklace is cursed. 

Fred enjoying a “real canadian winter” 

this is about 5 feet away from a sign that says “its fun to be canadian” 

Oh sweet mother of Maple.

This.

I forgot this.

askthatchapinthehat:
“  You don’t trust me? Oh dear, I’m sorry about that. Well, I suppose it’s to be expected.
But, don’t worry-
I can change that…
”
Why do I have such a deep seated love of making adorable things utterly disturbing?

askthatchapinthehat:

You don’t trust me? Oh dear, I’m sorry about that. Well, I suppose it’s to be expected.

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But, don’t worry-

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I can change that…

Why do I have such a deep seated love of making adorable things utterly disturbing?

waffleguppies:

what is this and what is it called and how can i watch it

Buster Keaton’s very first film- The High Sign, part one is here.

He made this masterpiece then decided it wasn’t good enough and made One Week instead, which was his first released film, talk about a perfectionist!

(via waffleguppies)

Oh my god.

DERPY.

MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC.

THEY ACTUALLY CALLED HER DERPY.

THIS IS JUST ABOUT THE GREATEST THING IN EVER I CAN’T KDJALSDKJKS

paperseverywhere:
“ “ Fanart for Blue Sky, a Portal fanfic by the talented waffles.
”Wheatley’s first impression of the great outdoors was not particularly positive. He recoiled, clamped both his hands over his eyes, and screamed.
“AAAHHH! Aaahh...

paperseverywhere:

Fanart for Blue Sky, a Portal fanfic by the talented waffles.

 ”Wheatley’s first impression of the great outdoors was not particularly positive. He recoiled, clamped both his hands over his eyes, and screamed.

“AAAHHH! Aaahh ahgodwhat’sthat it burns!” …

For Wheatley, who’d been put together underground, who’d spent his entire existence either in the darkness of the maintenance tracks or under artificial light in the facility’s harshly-lit grey-walled chambers, the flood of natural light was staggering, blinding. During his time in space he’d guessed that the sunlight would be less intense down here beneath the blanket of the sky, but he’d been wrong. It was warmer, but no easier to bear. The filtered sunlight of his own avatar, tamed and modified as it was, didn’t even come close.”

Of course my picture is just all dramatization, the actual scenario from the fic would probably go like this:

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;A; the lighting, the expressions, the weight, the anatomy,

THE LIGHTING.

Gaaaaaaaah I can’t even believe how much creativity this fic has generated. WAFFLES. DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. DO YOU SEE THIS.