me: *eats cookie dough*
some weak ass person: “you’ll get salmonella poisoning!!!”
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Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature

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almost home
DEAR READER
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
ojovivo

if i look back, i am lost

shark vs the universe

JBB: An Artblog!
we're not kids anymore.
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
Today's Document

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sheepfilms

pixel skylines
Stranger Things

#extradirty

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@ask-artcraft
me: *eats cookie dough*
some weak ass person: “you’ll get salmonella poisoning!!!”
From Epic Parenting:
Good idea, parents?
reblog if you want anons but in reality no one is going to send you anything and will just reblog this
Gonna use this next time :)
i swear it would be easier to explain if someone looked over my shoulder and saw me watching porn than to explain some of the posts on my damn dashboard…this being one of them
Guys! If you’re a fan of Game of Thrones, if you want dragons to eat or if you’re interested in doing the world a great cultural service, please read on! The Icelandic goat is in serious risk of extinction. A breed brought to Iceland by the Vikings more than a thousand years ago is now almost died out, with less than 900 animals left on Earth. Almost 400 of them live at Háafell Farm, and unless they raise money by the end of autumn, the farm will be lost and the goats will be sent to the slaughterhouses. They need your help! Please consider donating to their indiegogo campaign, share their facebook page or use the tag #savethegoats on twitter! Apart from doing the great cultural service of keeping this ancient breed alive, the farm of Háafell also offers their own goat milk cheese and ice cream, a variety of soaps and creams made from sheep tallow and wild Icelandic plants, and Icelandic handcrafts. The goats from Háafell can be seen in Game of Thrones, as they are the goats the dragon Drogon burns and eats in episode 6 of season 4. Please share and consider donating to keep this ancient and unique breed alive! Links Indiegogo campaign - https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/save-the-icelandic-goat-from-extinction Facebook page - https://www.facebook.com/savehaafellgoatfarm?fref=ts Thank you!
Reminder
If your friends tell you to dump someone, they’re probably right.
GUYS SEND ME ANY KINK/FETISH AND I'LL RATE IT
Scale:
fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now
weird shit will arrive in your ask box when you reblog this I’m sure
important things to remember
if someone doesn’t reply to your message they are probably busy, not ignoring you
just because someone doesn’t message you first, it doesn’t mean they don’t care about you
if someone seems upset or distant they probably aren’t upset at you in particular
lots of people love you and you’re not annoying
Lies and slander.
Can’t stop laughing everytime I listen to it.
yes that is what i meant
His penis is broken!
Prologue/ch1?
Stone brick walls surrounded me, being dimly lit by the light that shined through the small barred window resting just above the wall shackles I was confined to. Damp moss adorned the solid grey stones with small patches of emerald shimmering in the moonlight. I stared helplessly from my bindings at the only entrance to my cage. An iron barred leading into a pitch black hallway where the screams of terror were echoing from. I would have struggled more if my restraints hadn't already left my wrists raw, and I would have shouted had my throat not been dry and sore. My eyes strained to see through the darkness but fail. I felt bugs and virmin crawling along my legs but I felt too weak to shake them off. A lone rat sits next to me scavenging for crumbs. I shut my eyes about to give into the horrifying reality tag I found myself in when I heard a soft voice.
"Don't give up..." It said in a tone softer than that of a whisper. I searched for the source to no avail. I felt like I was going mad. Eventually while watching the rat scavenge I drifted into sleep. (THIS WILL BE CONTINUED.)
Shrek Barbie is my fashion icon
How in gods name is this a real thing
Contraception:
You say she’s doing it wrong, but then again, not a chance anyone is getting pregnant tonight. #ThatsMessedUp
The Holy Treenity
so much treepunk. But I must ask, where is your moss?
i think they dropped the moss