1. xharuki:

    I used to be.

    A Five Nights At Freddy’s Fan Project by © xharuki

    original (sort of poem) by xharuki

    art © xharuki

    FNAF © Scott Cawthon

    (via pirate-cove-foxy)

     

  2. superkarissa64:

    slimmerboo:

    marcelinedrawsooo:

    I stumbled upon a website that allows you to blend any colors evenly no matter how opposite on the spectrum they are.

    sharing the knowledge

    image

    very helpful art resource

    WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE???

    (Source: sketchcomplex, via cryingclxwn)

     
  3. deep-throating-satan:

    what really happened in that alleyway

     

  4. santanaheights:

    Petition for Beyonce to run for President and have Nicki Minaj as her running mate

     

  5. Anonymous said: WHAT ROBOT WOULD YOU FUCK/MARRY/KILL/EAT

    textsfromfreddyfazbearspizzeria:

    Fuck - XJ-9. Dat chassis. (Also, can you imagine the dialogue between her and her mother afterwards? Fucking. Priceless.)

    Marry - Optimus Prime. Do I even need to explain?

    Kill - HAL 9000. Close that, asshole.

    Eat Chica - She is a chicken, after all.

    -Mod S

     

  6. char-ientism:

    evERYONE HAS SLEEK ALTMODES - EVEN RATCHET

    MEANWHILE WRECKERS BE LIKE “WE GOT GUNS ON GUNS ON GUNS”

    "YO I HEARD YOU LIKE GUNS SO I GOT GUNS ON GUNS IN GUNS THAT TURN INTO GUNS"

    "I GOT YE GUNS YE LIKE YER GUNS?!"

    (via wannaseemycannons)

     
  7. givemetherapy-onlybabyscars:

    OH MY GOD FELIX AND MARZIA ARE THE BEST

    (Source: where-did-the-emo-go, via pewdie)

     
  8. thegeekyqueen:

    IM CRYING

    (via pewdie)

     
  9. demidamage:

    Credits to the right owner.

    (via pewdie)

     

  10. violasarecool:

    misfitreindeer:

    what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

    like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

    they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks