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Your name is ALEXANDER, and you were born SIXTEEN YEARS AGO. Your blog is a MULTIFANDOM BLOG, previously known as THEMIGHTYMOGAR, though recently you have adapted a love for the character GARFIELD LOGAN, along with the fandoms of TEEN TITANS, and YOUNG JUSTICE, and the DC UNIVERSE. You are still into HOMESTUCK, as well as ROOSTERTEETH.

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stop-and-smell-the-dogroseflower:

STOP. SCROLLING. NOWWWWWWWWW.

The eraser on top is the Paper Mate Union Eraser.

I thought it wouldn’t work much, but… It erases ink.

And NOT JUST ballpoint pen ink, India Ink too.

If you make a mistake, this eraser can erase the whole thing and leave no trace AT ALL, although you do need to erase quite vigorously.

It’s only about 1-2 dollars.

The eraser pencil on the bottom is just that. It is an eraser that you can SHARPEN like a regular pencil. The brush on top is so that you don’t smear your art when you try to push off eraser crumbs. You sweep them off with the brush.

Even if you’re not an artist, signal boost please?

It’s a very cheap way to get around life.

WE CAN ALL STOP INVENTING EVERYTHING NOW NO MORE SCIENCE HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH I CAN DIE A HAPPY DEATH WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THIS IS IN EXISTENCE

yetiokay:

13: Costumes

wow i suck at poses

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journeyoffurries:

Marco (The Story Of Shadowrunner)

The following is a true story…

Back in January of 2007, I was invited by a furry friend of mine to come to his home and bring my fursuit. Of course I agreed and traveled 500+ miles to 20 degree weather. Upon my arrival, we headed back to his home where 19 other furries were brushing and checking their suits. After greeting those I knew and those I did not, I pulled my suit out and proceeded to brush and check it for damage.

When Sunday morning came, we packed up the vehicles and headed to a charity event for sexually abused children. We arrived and were shown to the locker room which had 21 stalls with our names on them. We all changed into our fursuits—animals of all kinds. Once changed we were led to a green room with food galore, and were told to sit and eat and someone would be back for us. After about a half hour, a gentleman came in and said they were ready for us.

I did not know what was going on, and no one bothered to inform me. They had held a contest for the sexually abused children called, “What would you do with a larger-than-life animal?” They chose 21 letters, and at the event the caregivers, parents, and family of the 21 children would bid for us. The first animal went for $2500.00 to a family of a young girl. Now you can not sit there and not be upset by some of the stories we were hearing. A young boy beaten black and blue by his single mother cause he left a toy out. A young girl sexually abused by a neighbor. Just to name a few.

I went out 16th, but by this time I was furious with the stories I was hearing. I was led onto the stage and the Auctioneer announced my Character’s name, and mentioned I had traveled the furthest for the event. The crowd cheered at the suit and the Star Trek symbols on my uniform. The auction started at $50, and the bidding grew. As the bidding was going on, I hopped off the stage and proceeded to play with the crowd. At about $375 they led me back to the stage. The bidding reached $465, and stopped dead. As the auctioneer said “$465 going twice”, a voice from the crowd called “$550!” The auctioneer tried for more, but to no avail. “SOLD FOR $550!” A modest amount compared to the prices my friends were getting, but that was ok. What happened following this made up for it.

They led me down off the stage and sat me in a chair where the family, press, and the young boy’s doctors were watching. They brought the boy out, and he was a little frightened and taken aback by a 6-foot tall wolf sitting there. They sat him on my lap, and, when I turned him around, he threw his arms around me and buried his face in my chest and cried, causing me to begin to cry with him. Now a little side note. After he was sexually abused and raped at age 10 by two high school students, he turned within himself and he did not speak. He was silent and emotionless for 7 months. At the time I saw him he was 11 yrs old. After the half hour was up and his mother dried his face and my uniform, I could feel a hand on the side of my muzzle petting it as you would pet a dog, and then a kiss to my nose.

What happened next deafened the room. He spoke for the first time in 7 months. “Mr Wolf, now that you are here I am going to be ok and everything will be alright.” I melted. His mother and the crowd gasped. His father dropped to his knees and said it was a miracle. I cried again and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.

Later as I was signing autographs I heard, “Mr Wolf! Mr Wolf!” I jumped off the platform and dropped to my knees to catch young Marco as he ran into my arms. With a hug he handed me a small stuffed husky he had won for me. I motioned to him to give my buddy next to me a hug. As he did, a hand reached down and lifted me from the floor.

His Mother said, “Shadowrunner, I will be forever grateful for what you have done. There was something special about you, I just knew it.” She hugged me and then stepped aside to compose herself.

The boy’s Father said, ”Shadowrunner, I must repeat some of what my wife said, but first I must admit something. I was annoyed that she went over our limit we had set. I was wrong. You have done something that myself, the doctors, and no one could do. And that’s to get my son speak again. You are an angel sent by god, in the form of a wolf. Thank you.” Then he hugged me. After he released the hug, I dropped to my knees again and cried at the compliment. Little did I realize this was the last time I would see the little boy.

It was an exhausting day. After the event was over, we headed back to the locker room, showered, and changed before packing up the vehicles. A gentleman came out and called us back inside. As we stood on the concourse, seven numbers on a scoreboard were changing. After the announcer finished thanking all who participated, the numbers began to stop right to left. When it was done, the total was rounded off, and $2.8 million dollars flashed on the board. Thunderous applause rained through the arena.

Sleepover Saturday

But as soon as Elsa’s out of the room, “Totally kidding. Of course I had dinner with him, he’s hella dreamy!” 

Sorry Anna but Elsa’s not stupid.

(Source: punziella)

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Captain america 2 footage - Cap Vs. The Winter Solider

Tag your spoilers!

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jamesmdavisson:

So far, I have been enjoying the Adventures of Business Cat a great deal, possibly more than is appropriate for an adult human. (All of these are from the webcomic Happy Jar)

UPDATE: Now with more Business.

YES ALL THE BUSINESS CAT STRIPS IN ONE PLACE

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HUNTER’S RAD ALMOST 3K FOLLOWERS GIVEAWAY

-The Prizes-

  • 4 kids or troll shirts from topatoco
  • 2 pairs of troll horns from korundur
  • 2 pairs of glasses from akujin
  • 2 pokemon plushes under $30 (each) from amazon
  • either a red or blue limited edition pokemon 3ds
  • a copy of pokemon x or y
  • and last but not least 6 lbs of candy!

-The Rules-

  • Must be following me (i will check— my url is subject to change keep an eye on the url that shows up above this text)
  • Reblog as much as you want; likes don’t count
  • Giveaway/sideblogs are not allowed (i will check)
  • Ask must be open and you must respond within 24 hrs otherwise i will pick a new winner

The giveaway ends April 30th

Good luck!

That’s Black-cist
—garfieldmlogan for president 2014

rocprinceray:

White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”

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please watch this video

flawedpeopleareworthloving:

look at how cute and cuddly tom looks and how badass dan looks i just noPE

texasuberalles:

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G1 WAS HARDCORE, MAN

(Source: grimdark-phoenix)