punkrockluna:

i always love this part because it means that maleficent had to be like “haha ok i’m gonna cover her with my cape and when they go WHERE IS SHE i’ll be like BOOM TADA”

punkrockluna:

i always love this part because it means that maleficent had to be like “haha ok i’m gonna cover her with my cape and when they go WHERE IS SHE i’ll be like BOOM TADA”

(Source: diabolicaldisney)

thetittysheriff:

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WEVE BEEN SMECKLEDORFED

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THATS NOT EVEN A WORD AND I AGREE WITH YA

i-like-butt:

"your homework still isn’t done? what have you been doing this whole time??"

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kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

Sorry but I have to share mine too. ^-^

After my first cat (and best friend) of nearly 20 years died in her sleep, I quickly decided to get another cat and went to a friend of a relative who rescues cats.  While I was there, my heart settled on a 9 month old Calico (named Caroline at the time) and I got her story.

She had been brought there as a kitten with several brothers and sisters at 6 weeks old, but while they had all been adopted, she, due to a defect with her tear duct that made her eye weepy sometimes, had been looked over because even thought the vet said she was perfectly healthy, she would require some extra care. Plus she wasn’t very social when you first met her so that was a deterrent too…

That sealed it.

I brought her (now named ‘Mimi’) home that day nearly 4 years ago and while she hid from me for the first week here and still doesn’t care for strangers, she’s quickly become my constant companion who’s actually laying by my feet as I type this.  She waits for me to get out the shower, begs for my ice cream and cereal milk, has the cutest little squeak for a meow, loves to get in the worst possible place on me when I’m on the computer, and is so much like me in habits and personality that it’s almost ridiculous.  Plus she always seems to know when I’ve had a bad day or am not feeling well and those are the days she’ll jump in bed with me wanting extra attention which almost always makes me feel better.

So if you’re considering getting a cat (or dog if you’re a dog person) please don’t look over them because it’s older or ‘has a defect.’  You could very well be looking over your new best friend.

chrisdarbro:

shialabeowulf:

goodbye friends I am gone

"Tell them not how I died, but how I LIVED!!!!!!!!"

chrisdarbro:

shialabeowulf:

goodbye friends I am gone

"Tell them not how I died, but how I LIVED!!!!!!!!"

(Source: memewhore)

wearitcounts:

sweetlittlekitty:

pressurizedfeels:

“I was a soldier! I killed people!”

“YOU WERE A HEDGEHOG.”

"I HAD BAD DAYS!"

wearitcounts:

sweetlittlekitty:

pressurizedfeels:

“I was a soldier! I killed people!”

“YOU WERE A HEDGEHOG.”

"I HAD BAD DAYS!"

(Source: humortrain)

thorkitastic:

thewintersoldiersbutt:

i havent done one of these for thor 2 yet so here u go 

Dumb Thor is really Dumb

panizua:

Loki turns out to be the “Frozen” fan. Who would think…?

Well, Thor had no clue. xD



I had some real fun drawing those (excpet Loki’s armour. That was a pain in the arse). I simply took few screenshots from Frozen… And made Loki sing instead of Elsa.



PS. This looked much funier in my head -.-

nicotinebatch:


Congratulations, your dashboard is now a TARDIS

nicotinebatch:

Congratulations, your dashboard is now a TARDIS

qunerdi:

???????

WHAT KIND OF COURT IS THIS

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