01 2 / 2013
Okay - everytime I see this part in the video, I’m like: “Damn, that’s a great makeup artist because his makeup doesn’t smudge as he drags his finger through it like that! Nicely done.”
(via midgetfrank)
26 1 / 2013
Just what I need on a Saturday: my boss calls me & I have to tell her the cable she’s looking for was ripped in half last year (even though I already told her), then she puts me on the phone with an employee at the music store she’s at so I can ask for a replacement cable for her because she’s calling it an 8-inch cable instead of an eighth-inch cable.
10 9 / 2012
10 9 / 2012
"yo i never said that leave me alone"
(via itsgrrrlgerm)
07 8 / 2012
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
Woah…Karen Kavett made this image after I said to her “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the cover of twilight was a pokeball instead of an apple.” I had no idea it had now been reblogged 150,000 times. This makes me feel weird. I don’t even know how it got out into the world…did I blog it? I can prove it was Karen though, because I have the High Res version!
Huge thumbs up to the comments on this though.
(Source: setyourphaserstostun, via capesandspace)
03 8 / 2012
I’m gonna admit this because this kid is awesome: THIS POST influenced my look today because *GASP* I wore makeup to work today (even though I knew I had manual labour ahead of me and there was A LOT of sweating and moving shit) and *GASP AGAIN* I wore lip stain - which I NEVER wear to work. Needless to say nobody noticed (surprise) but you know what, I know I looked fucking awesome and I can thank Jeremy Renner for that.
Thanks boo! Can I have your babies now?
02 8 / 2012
It’s almost #projectrunway time! I wish Cover It Live would let us have fun again… (Taken with Instagram)
10 7 / 2012
08 7 / 2012
This is so awesome. :D In the grand tradition of The Llama Song…
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THIS IS MOST HUMOROUS. ANOTHER!
(Source: sigma7.livejournal.com, via chainedtomemory)
