The Pacific Ocean is wider than the Moon. Anyway how’s your day going?

dip moon like cookie

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

not even risking that shit

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

Because wise, I am.

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

2 million people aren’t wrong

Some quick mouse form/anatomy practice- gave ‘em BEES.

Definitely more to come. 8)  

Ballpoint pen and brush pen

I ADORE THESE!!!!!!!!!!

Carol: If you could go anywhere in the galaxy right now, where would you go?

Y/N: To sleep.

Expected To Be

Abby x Fem! Reader (Modern Au)

"No no no, shit!" You curse through your teeth, watching the dark brown of the spilled coffee seep into the white rug you and your girlfriend had just bought for the living room. Abby will be back any minute. Fuck! How are you supposed to clean this before then?! You run to the kitchen, frantically reaching for paper towels and a bottle of stain remover. "Shit shit shit!" You've messed up again.

You can already hear your father scolding you like he did when you were a child.

"Everything must be spotless. You're always making a mess! God, why can't you be a proper young lady?!"

Even as a toddler, you were expected to have what your father considered a "perfect" life. In his eyes, that meant keeping the entire house clean, never making mistakes, having proper manners and etiquette, and settling down with a husband and staying home with the children. With no mother to save you, you were just... stuck.

The day after you turned eighteen, you packed your bags and took a train to New York, cutting off all contact with your father. However, his abuse had already left a mark on you. His constant shaming and bickering made you a bit of a neat freak. In the three years Abby's been dating you, she's noticed it. She sees it every time you wipe the bathroom mirror over and over again until there are no streaks. She sees it in the way you get frustrated when cups aren't on coasters or there's dust on the lampshades. She chalks it all up to you being a neat freak.

This is different, though. This wasn't dust or streaks on a mirror, this is a stain. A big, evil stain, glaring at you as it soaks into the soft white carpet. You spray the stain generously, falling to your knees and scrubbing with all of your force. You know for a fact it's not going to come out but something in you posses you to keep trying. Maybe if you keep trying it'll disappear. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch the stain simply grow, your scrubbing making it worse as coffee soaks the paper towels and dampens your hands and jeans. You lean back, hitting the end table a little too hard. A water glass falls to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces as it hits the wood floor. You jump forward, the noise startling you as you scramble to your feet.

"Fuck!" You scream, seeing the broken glass on the wood and rug. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. "God dammit!" You don't think twice, kneeling back down to pick up the two big pieces of glass on the floor, not noticing the smaller shards cutting into your knees. Blood begins to seep through your jeans as you throw out the big pieces and sweep up the rest, tears falling down your face and blood trickling down your legs. Abby comes home just as you're dumping the rest of the glass into the garbage.

"Bae, I'm home!" Abby calls, walking into the kitchen to set her keys in the jewellery dish like she does every day. You turn away, wiping your face with your sleeves and taking a deep breath before turning to look at her just as she notices you.

"How was work?" You ask, trying to keep your composure as you open your arms for a hug. Abby looks you up and down, immediately knowing something is wrong. Her eyes stop on your red eyes and bloody knees.

"Hey, are you okay?" Abby asks, dropping her bag to the floor and walking over to you. "You're bleeding." She puts her hands on your shoulders gently. "And you've been crying." You look down shamefully, wishing you could go back and stop the coffee from falling. "Baby, what happened?" She holds your chin lightly, lifting you up to look her in the eyes.

"I ruined the rug." You mumble, almost too quiet for her to hear. There isn't a single bit of anger in her eyes. Of course there isn't. This is Abby, not your father. Abby loves you, no matter what.

"And the blood?" She asks softly, looking at you with concern mixed with pure love.

"I broke a glass." You admit, speaking a tiny bit louder. "I'm sorry." You look down again, avoiding her gaze.

"Hey..." Abby moves you to look up at her again. "It's okay." She assures, kissing your forehead. "You're allowed to make mistakes, baby. Nobody's perfect. I love you no matter what. Yeah?" You offer her a small but genuine smile, nodding to let her know you understand. She smiles back, looking down at your jeans. "Okay, bathroom, pants off. Let's get those cuts taken care of, then I'll take care of the rug."

Abby lifts you up, sitting you on the bathroom sink. She begins carefully removing the bits of glass, you wince with every piece. "My poor girl." She sighs. "I'm sorry it hurts, baby."

"It's okay." You say, resting your head on her shoulder as she removes the last piece. The dish rag she's been using to clean your knees has soaked up most of the blood, staining the tan color with big crimson patches.

"Alright, this knee looks like a normal bandage will work, I might have to wrap the other in gauze though." Abby digs through the med kit to find the supplies she needs. After patching you up, she helps you off the counter, carrying you to the couch instead of standing you on the floor. "You stay right here. I'll take care of the rug." It's an order, but her voice is gentle. You nod, curling up on the couch. You watch quietly as Abby rolls up the rug, setting it by the front door to take out to the garbage tomorrow. She walks back into the living room, sitting on the couch and opening her arms for you to crawl into. You do just that, curling yourself against her. She holds you close, kissing the top of your head as she tightens her grip slightly.

"You wanna talk about it?" Abby asks, knowing there's something on your mind.

"My dad didn't like when I made mistakes." You shrug, not wanting to go into detail. Abby doesn't need you to, she already understands.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore, baby." Abby assures. "You're allowed to make mistakes. I'm not gonna love you any less." You nod against her chest. "I love you so much, sweet girl."

You know Abby's words are genuine, her love for you is pure and true. It overwhelms you with joy, making you fight the urge to let happy tears fall. You settle with a small sniffle before responding.

"I love you too."

This dog is so cool

(via)

A comic I quickly scribbled

*gets penalty* “that’s bullshit” *watches replay* “.. yeah okay”

This is flawless. I can’t stop watching.

he really said 😬

Bruv, someone help my coomer ass, I got it bad😂

i think the world is ready to see this one :)

Source

Coyote finds old dog toy, acts like a puppy A photographer spotted a coyote as it trotted into her yard and explored a toy left in the snow. What she managed to capture on camera is the beauty of play.