This cow hasn’t been given texture yet

you fool…..this is anish kapoor’s Vantablack™ cow

my name is cow

im black as nite

absorbing evry 

spek of lite

pleas do not feer

be overjoyed

i am but pet

who knows the void

people who think norway is an emotionless sack of boring

people who think sweden is only a scary, stoic, creep that forces finland into being his “wife”

people who think finland is a moe blob of desu

people who think denmark is completely dense and idiotic

people who think iceland is a lonely tsundere

wolfxdog:

“Who’s that guy?” Private Daniel Rourke whispered to the man beside him as they watched the blond in the leather jacket stride along the lines of new recruits. Even if his hands were shoved into his pockets and the suit he was wearing was more reminiscent of a businessman than it was of a soldier, he carrier with him an air of militant authority. 

Before Private Jamieson can do anything more that twitch - it’s a little hard to shrug and salute at the same time - a voice speaks from behind them. To their credit, neither of them jump or start. 

“That,” the voice says, “Is Jones. And I hope that you two grow up to be a fraction of the patriot he is.”

As though gifted with preternatural hearing, Jones turned to them when his name was spoken, and the widest, brightest smile any of the recruits had seen stretched his cheeks. Grinning like it was his job, Jones strode towards the voice behind Rourke and Jamieson, throwing his arms out to embrace the whole world.

“Captain Hackman!” Jones said, laughter in his voice. He couldn’t have been a year older than Rourke, “Long time no see!”

“A very long time, sir,” there was a repressed smile in that voice, “It’s Colonel Hackman now.”

“Colonel? Man, where have I been?” Jones had the good grace to look sheepish, even if his smile didn’t dim by so much as a watt. “And who is this fine, upstanding soldier?” Rourke looked straight ahead, but Jones bobbed and weaved himself into his line of vision. The eyes behind those glasses were the most atomic shade of blue, and even more than that sunny smile, Rourke was sure that those eyes were what he was going to remember.

“Private Daniel Rourke, sir!” he barked out, standing stiffly to attention.

“And how are you feeling about the good old U S of A today, Private Rourke?” The way he asked that question, he had to have been an officer. He had to be an officer. But he still looked so young. Except for those eyes. 

“God bless America, sir!” Rourke answered promptly, a little smile fighting its way into the twitch of his mouth. 

And then Jones said the strangest thing. Terrifyingly blue eyes crinkling happily at the corners and bright with what might have been tears, he said, “And God bless you, too.”

T H A N K

Why, in the year of our lord 2017, is the term “bad touch trio” still in use in the Hetalia fandom.

Why would you continue to use a fraze that implys sexual harassment and/or assault when btt could just as easily stand for:

Bro time trio Best tricks trio Better together trio literally anything other then bad touch trio, like are you fucking kidding me.

btt = blond, tan and teutonic

A good alternative

I’ve never liked bad touch trio and have always preferred to use Bad Friends Trio instead. It better describes their relationship and honestly, doesn’t that just sound like something dorky you and your friends come up with in middle school and it sticks?

im a lesbian and i lesbianly love women in a lesbian way with my gay little lesbian hands that hold all my lesbian swords while i strike a gay pose and say the gayest shit you can imagine and then some

What the ever loving fuck does this say?

it says this:

im a lesbian and i lesbianly love women in a lesbian way with my gay little lesbian hands that hold all my lesbian swords while i strike a gay pose and say the gayest shit you can imagine and then some

Does your boyfriend know it?

what the hell is a “boyfriend”

You won’t get one with that attitude

oh no! a tragedy

Shoutout to all of the people going through some shit, but still trying their hardest to be positive. I’m proud of you.

Thank you clam man

forever reblog

if youre reading this, im sending you good vibes

when people try to talk about how honey is supposedly unethical because we’re stealing the bees’ food I’m just like, genuinely curious if you’re aware that the honey we eat is the result of beekeepers raising colonies and harvesting the excess honey while making sure the bees are all good and fine, and that the honey you buy at the store is from a farm and not just like going into the woods and sticking your hand in a beehive like a bear in a cartoon and stealing the wild bees’ honey

For real though haven’t any of you fools seen the bee movie

this one’s for all the fat girls who’ve cried in dressing rooms 💗

You’re fine. The clothes are made to be easy to manufacture on machines, not for bodies. The clothes suck, not you.

They’re also manufactured to look attractive on hangers, and very few of us are shaped like hangers. You’re fine.

😱😰😭😭😭😭😭😭😭thank u please more of this type of body positivity I need it

Legit though! I’m a hobbyist seamstress and these are my experiences when shopping mainstream:

For example, most H&M blouses these days don’t even have boobdarts. Which means they will sit awkwardly on literally anyone with boobs, no matter the size. But on hangers or when folded on display? They look fab as fuck. Because hangers don’t have boobs. And the models chosen to show them on the catwalk are usually chosen for their lack of boobage too (unless it’s for lingerie), other requirements including ridiculous size and weight requirements. As for the average (EU available) clothing shops, the worst offender I’ve encountered yet was Zara. Everything’s way too long and way too flat: clearly aimed to look good on the catwalk models but not intended for normal people. At all.

Also sizes are just numbers. Shopping online has taught me that I’m a European M, an American XS-S, and a Japanese L-XL. And then these sizes even vary from shop to shop in the same country: I’m an XL at Apples but an S at Lola&Liza, for example. They’ve also been reducing the sizes of these numbers throughout the years to make people feel bad about themselves and to sell more weight-loss products. Don’t let a number get you down, it does not define you.

So please don’t feel bad about yourself when shops refuse to cater to your size. The clothes they sell are not aimed at real human beings. They are the ones in the wrong here, not you!

hey yo

be nice to people

bc most people are already sad so like

why be mean

Damn, save some for the rest of us

This is like the opposite of that dude sliding down a snowy hill with classical music

unstoppable force vs immovable object

starcrossed lovers

a challenger approaches:

these men represent 3 different facets of the physiology of human beings

gas station dude: raw physical power 

classical music guy sliding down a snowy hill without skis: polished intellect

scooter man: unstoppable libido

Never apologize for your giant dogs getting overexcited, if I get taken down by a 100 pound mass of fluff then that’s how I go.

Imagine your icon taking you to get frozen yogurt.