toramorigan:

daksinakke:

funfrom4chan:

So my cat likes unpacking..

thats the happiest fucking cat ive ever seen

Aww yiss.

Mother.

Fucking.

Air Pacs.

notmusa:

why do i exist

latexlovenick:

MGMT  /  Electric Feel.

WILL NEVER GET OLD.

imratherhomestuck:

You’re pretty unsure of what is happening here.

You just woke up, and you just saw him here, laying on the ground besides his tower, seeming to be disturbed in his sleep. You laid him on your lap and he seemed to get more calm, mumbling a thing or two in his sleep that didn’t make sense to you, and probably never will. After some minutes you stick your tongue out in annoyance, you don’t even know why you are making this after all.

But you will take your time. The douchebag that seems to hate you that much is just having a marvelous time here, this thought making you scoff. You make his hair neat again, touching it gently and probably trying to prevent the fish boy from having a hissy fit because of it. He was the first one of the heavy sleepers here that you encountered, and maybe the only one that you’re planning to visit. His cold body now seeming to get a bit warmer. You’re sure that he probably will get horrible dreams or whatever was tormenting him during his sleep when you leave.

The air of this place is pretty heavy and there is certainly an ominous presence that seems to be watching them, but you shake off the feeling because you know that this doesn’t matter to you. After all, you have something to do. When you two are inside his tower again, you place him gently  and in a manner that he will sleep comfortable, and when you turn tail to leave, you hear his whimpering again, you just turn to him again and kisses his cheek, rolling your eyes to yourself. Since when, the cool hacker Sollux Captor was that cheesy?  You simply don’t know.

Knowing that for the sake of your session, you need to leave, he seemed to be a bit better now. And you cup his face gently with both hands one last time. Nah, he wouldn’t like you to be the one kissing him. So you get up and leave, ignoring the sounds that the sleeping seadweller began again to make to plead you to stay. You grit your teeth, and fly outside of the tower and goes forward, flying as fast as you can be to face your fate, once again.

Because you know that you’re going to die.

You’re one of the voices of the soon to be doomed that messes with you and gives you shitty migraines. But this time, it is just whispers of your voice, what worries you is how much time it will take to be a scream.

(Art by me.
Story by http://2ol-erii2priite.tumblr.com/) 

I totally forgot I had this yogi bear from when I was just a little toddler, my grandpa got it for me because it was the first cartoon I ever watched. God I love this thing, it makes me so happy I swear to god.