My skyrim character, Aeridona, and her follower/best friend S’Badaar
I just got this adorable, beautiful baby girl for only 44 treasure. I’m still working on a name for her, but..ksiodklWASDJKDSALFH ALL THE HAPPY Q u Q
the majestic flapflaps…
Wait, are those breaching mantas?
no they are the majestic flapflaps
ok so I was messing with Doomsday and I sped it up 200%
and it turned into a happy folksong????
it’s so catchy
oh my god
this is the craziest thing ever lol
if this song doesnt win a reblog on its own, how perfect that gif is should win it for you.. oh my gosh
THAT GIF…. I am scared at how perfect it is.
Miss Frizzle and Mary Poppins, Lady Time Lords.
I ship it to the moon.
The Teacher and The Nanny. The Magic School Bus is a TARDIS, and Mary’s bag is bigger on the inside. No one will ever convince me that this is not true. Oh, and I ship it.
For crying out loud, the Magic School Bus actually does travel through time and space, easily changes it’s form like a Chameleon Circuit, and is casually ALIVE in certain ways. It’s a friggin’ TARDIS in all but name!
holy fucking shit
get this circulated. like, everywhere.
Read this. You need to know.
moral: you do not fuck with moms
Can we all take a moment to appreciate the beauty of trail cam deer
I DUB THEE LEAF-LEAF, THE MAJESTIC RIVAL OF MOON-MOON!
“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
Tumblr: the only site that can turn something so terrifying into something utterly adorable
THE NINE CHOIRS OF HEAVEN. An info-graphic for my editorial class and god am I thankful it’s done. Way too much went into this than what I had time for, but hey… I actually kind of like it?
Now excuse me, I must return to my fashion major lifestyle and go sew a coat u_u
EDIT: Re-uploaded with easier viewing!
I put him in jail bc I swear he talked without batteries once
LET ME FUCKIN TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT SOME FERBIES. MY COUSIN AND I HAD HEARD SOME CRAZY ASS RUMORS THAT THESE FUCKERS DID SHIT WITHOUT BATTERIES SO WE DECIDED HEY LETS TEST THIS SHIT. WE WERE FUCKING HOME ALONE RIGHT AND WE LOCKED THIS FUCKER IN A STEEL BOX WITH NO BATTERIES. WE BOTH WENT OUTSIDE, LOCKED THE DOORS AND WE CAME BACK AND THAT FUCKING THING WAS OUT OF THE BOX AND WAS FUCKING TALKING AND SHIT WE BURNED THAT FUCKER WITHIN LIKE FIVE FUCKIN MINUTES.
Moral of the story: DONT BUY FUCKING FURBIES
FOR REAL GUYS THIS IS NO FUCKING JOKE
THESE FUCKERS WILL CONTINUE TO TALK AND MOVE EVEN WITHOUT THE FUCKING BATTERIES
THEY’RE TERRIFYING AS SHIT AND THEY’RE OUT TO PUT AN END TO THE HUMAN RACE
DON’T FUCKING BUY FURBIES
DONT BUY THEM OH MY GOD. LAST YEAR I WORKED AT TOYS ‘R US AROUND THE TIME THE NEW LINE OF THOSE FUCKERS CAME OUT. THEY SOLD OUT WITHIN A WEEK. NOTHING WEIRD HAPPENED BUT THEN A LADY RETURNED ONE CAUSE SHE SAID IT WOULDNT TURN OFF. WE TOOK IT BACK AND SINCE IT WAS “BROKEN” WE KEPT IT IN OUR STAFF ROOM. THEN I WAS IN THERE ALONE AND IT WAS SITTING ON THE TABLE WITH NO BATTERIES IN IT. THEN THE FUCKING FERBIE STARTED MAKING NOISE THAT DIDNT SOUND LIKE WHAT FURBIEA SHOULD SOUND LIKE. IT WAS LIKE DEMONIC SCREECHING. I PUT THE LITTLE SHIT IN AN EMPTY LOCKER AND WHEN I TOLD MY MANAGER HE PUT IT IN THE BROKEN TOY BIN.
THEN I WENT OUT TO WORK AGAIN AND WHEN I CAME INTO THE STAFF ROOM AFTER MY SHIFT, THE FURBIE WAS ON THE TABLE AGAIN. YEAH DONT BUY THOSE FUCKERS
I HAVE MY OWN STORY TO ADD. I ONCE HAD A FURBIE, BUT ONCE IT DIED WE NEVER REPLACED THE BATTERIES AND JUST LET IT LAY DORMANT FOR A WHILE. MY COUSIN (WHO MIGHT I ADD, WAS A 22 YEAR OLD MAN AT THAT TIME) WAS HOUSESITTING FOR US AND THE FURBIE WAS TUCKED AWAY ON A SHELF IN OUR CELLAR. HE WENT DOWN TO GO DO SOME LAUNDRY AND THAT LITTLE SHIT OPENED ITS EYES AND MUTTERED “PEEKABOO”. MY COUSIN ATTACKED IT AND THREW IT OUTSIDE, AND IT WAS LATER TOSSED IN THE DUMPSTER. IM STILL AFRAID THAT THIS FURBIE WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT ME. DO NOT BUY THESE THEY ARE FUCKING DEMENTED!!!!
OKAY STORY TIME SO LAST CHRISTMAS MY COUSIN GOT ONE OF THESE FUCKERS EXCEPT IT WAS ONE OF THE NEW ELECTRONIC ONES AND THOSE ARE JUST AS BAD. THE BATTERIES ARE SEALED IN WITH SCREWS, AND NO ONE HAD A SCREWDRIVER THAT FIT, SO WE WERE FORCED TO DEAL WITH THIS THING THE WHOLE TIME. THE PROBLEM IS THAT THE DAMN THING WILL GO TO ‘SLEEP’, BUT ANY SORT OF MOVEMENT WILL WAKE IT UP AND CAUSE IT TO DEMONICALLY LAUGH. ANOTHER COUSIN GOT UP FOR A GLASS OF WATER AT TWO IN THE MORNING THAT NIGHT, WALKED BY THE CLOSET WHERE WE’D SHOVED IT IN FEAR, AND HIS FOOTSTEPS WOKE THE FUCKING THING UP AND IT STARTED LAUGHING AND WOULDN’T STOP FOR THE NEXT HOUR. DON’T BUY THESE FUCKING THINGS. THEY’RE DEMONIC.
the amount of personal stories is alarming
Are you sitting comfortably children?
GOOD CAUSE BECAUSE THIS HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS ABOUT FIVE AS WELL. IT STOPPED WORKING AND WE TOOK OUT THE BATTERIES AND PUT IT IN MY CUPBOARD ON THE TOP SHELF AND I SHIT YOU NOT ONE NIGHT I HEARD IT TALKING AND MOVING IN THEIR CUPBOARD AND WHEN I OPENED IT IN THE MORNING IT WAS ON THE FLOOR FACING THE FUCKING WALL THESE THINGS ARE FUCKING TERRIFYING
MY SISTER AND I HAD FURBIES WHEN WE WERE LITTLE AND APPARENTLY MY MUM HAD TO THROW THEM BOTH AWAY BECAUSE WE USED TO CRY AT NIGHT WHEN THEY WERE IN THE ROOM. EVEN IF WE COULDN’T SEE THEM WE WOULD CRY SO NOW THEY ARE GONE DON’T GET ONE THEY’RE SATANIC
MY GRANDMOTHER GOT ME ONE WHEN I WAS SIX. THE BATTERIES DIED, I LEFT IT ON THE FLOOR FOR A WHILE. THE BASTARD ENDED UP UNDER MY BED AND I SHIT YOU NOT, AT 3 IN THE MORNING IT WOULD SAY “FEED ME”. EVERY. FUCKING. MORNING. THEN I SHOVED IT IN MY CLOSET. IT WOULD SAY “I WANT TO PLAY” AT RANDOM TIMES. AND ONE DAY I CAME HOME TO IT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BED WHEN ID LEFT IT IN THE BOTOM CORNER OF MY CLUTTERED CLOSET BLOCKED BY MOUNDS OF CLOTHES.
THIS. SHIT. IS. SATAN.
OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVE A STORY TOO. SO MY YOUNGER BROTHER AND I EACH GOT A FURBIE FOR CHRISTMAS ONE YEAR AND THESE THINGS WOULD NEVER SHUT UP SO WE REMOVED THE BATTERIES AND JUST LEFT THEM IN OUR BASEMENT. A FEW MONTHS LATER WE WERE PLAYING IN THE BASEMENT AND FOUND THE BOX WITH THE FURBIES IN IT AND WHEN WE OPENED THE BOX, I FUCKING KID YOU NOT, THEY SIMULTANEOUSLY OPENED THEIR EYES AND ONE SAID “PLAY WITH ME” AND THE OTHER HAD THIS HIGH PITCHED FUCKING LAUGH THAT WAS NOT FURBY-LIKE AT ALL AND STILL CHILLS ME TO THIS DAY. WE GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE AND MADE MY STEPDAD TAKE THOSE FUCKERS TO THE DUMP WHERE THEY COULD NEVER BOTHER US AGAIN. NEVER BUY ONE OF THESE, THEY ARE SATAN’S PLAY-THINGS.
I wonder if the people at the furbie factories put some special electrical device in all of them just to scare the shit out of people.
If that’s what those mother fuckers do to make these things so fucking creepy I swear to god I’m murdering someone.
These little shits are the fucking spawn of some dark entity that is NOT humanly possible. I used to have one of these little fuckers when I was about 9 and I kid you not the mother fucking thing died, the batteries were taken out, and I had my dad burn it. Unfortunately I woke up one night to hear the goddamn thing say “play with me” and I had my dad go outside and the FUCKING BURNT REMAINS OF THAT GODDAMN FURBIE WERE ON OUR BACK PORCH WAITING LIKE A FUCKING DEMON IN THE SHADOWS. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO TERRIFIED OF SOMETHING THAT WAS CREATED AS A PLAY THING FOR CHILDREN AND THAT FEAR STICKS WITH ME TODAY. Mother fucking furbies man. Creepiest thing ever.
I feel like I should leave this here….
… I collect these adorable little buggers. > u < I have 3 of the baby ones, a Shelby, the limited edition christmas one, a salt-an-pepper one, a black one, and one of the white 2nd gens.
Nothing spectacular to say about most; christmas never worked, and the babies really just played off of each other.
But the black one. The black one always, always, ALWAYS only says one thing when it’s on: Shut up. That’s it. Nothing else. So, I usually leave it alone. XD