captainamuricasass:

I wanna be

where the people are

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wingfortress2:

helpyoudraw:

wing references

Useful resources!

dennys:

normcore-dad:

dennys:

welcome to dencon. on your birthday you get an extra hour in the pit.

I don’t know how much Denny’s pays their social media team but however much it is, it’s not enough

$17000

dennys:

normcore-dad:

dennys:

welcome to dencon. on your birthday you get an extra hour in the pit.

I don’t know how much Denny’s pays their social media team but however much it is, it’s not enough

$17000

alicexz:

So when I was selling in Artist Alley this weekend, these Tangled cosplayers came by my table so I gave them my Rapunzel/Flynn print AND THEN THEY DID THIS FOR ME OH MY GOD I CRIED

somniscosplayart:

god I’m so bad about uploading photos. sorry u.u

well here’s me as Porrim from Ichibancon

omg first time i did cronus 

kawaii-little-fuck:

Some pics and selfies from Hoshicon (I’m Jane, fem america and Ollie)
If you see yourself feel free to let me know

I’m the 50s Porrim ^v^

honhonhonnn:

ah yes here is the biggest dork of them all

honhonhonnn:

ah yes here is the biggest dork of them all

amulet-of-samarkand:

And that is the last of them. You all looked awesome!

I’m the Grell ^^

jefftheproxy:

A beautiful Porrim cosplayer ;u;
I do not own this cosplay in any way.

Omg that’s me! Thank you so much for the picture ^^

jefftheproxy:

A beautiful Porrim cosplayer ;u;

I do not own this cosplay in any way.

Omg that’s me! Thank you so much for the picture ^^

Hoshicon: Saturday 

Black butler photoshoot part 2

Hoshicon: Saturday 

Black butler photoshoot part 1

Hoshicon: Sunday 

euphfleure:

co-rals:

polymer:



It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

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