dansspookydick:

this video was hands down, my favourite thing they’ve ever done. and dont pull a pinof on me, this wasnt scripted nor prepared for. it was just honest, fun and them. both of them didnt hold back that much they were in their comfort zone. even dan; who we rarely see touching phil, its always phil who slams his chest or shoulder but now its dan, putting his hands on phils knees and arms. it was just them in every way. dan didnt joke about “hheheheh excercise? wot idk her” they talked about excercising together. and phil telling him that dan would be his true self when hes with him. it was just so nice

Pooh Bear

theawesomeadventurer:

doctorbeth:

I see many Winnie the Poohs at the hospital (aka Winnie aka Pooh aka Pooh Bear), as you may guess.  Many look like this, a bit flat and with small wounds, designed to have a removable shirt:

They come for spas:

New hearts and stuffing:

And plumping up so they have a proper belly again:

Sometimes they look like this:

A bit more loved… or as his person said, in more “desperate condition”.

He also had a spa (not everyone does):

As you may’ve noticed, he needed a new nose and there were several options:

His heart had a pooh on it as well as some magic from a heffalump:

And after a bit of arm and smile surgery, soon he was healthy and ready to fly home:

His person wrote “He looks wonderful!”

The final Pooh I’m going to show you today just flew home yesterday.  He is always called Pooh Bear.  He is 14 years old and showed every year of hugs.  

Here are the photos his person’s mom sent for diagnosis:

As you can see, Pooh Bear was a bit flat and a bit gray.  He came in for a spa:

Got new stuffing and a magical Heffalump heart to preserve a bit of his original stuffing:

And finally was clean and plump and fluffy and ready to fly home:

He could even sit on his own!  His people said his chubbiness was perfect and as I said, he flew home yesterday!

this blog is singlehandedly curing my depression

doubletranquility:

doubletranquility:

2001-2017: smash mouth is the shrek band

2018: shrek mouth is the pussy eating band

the typo i made on this post is funnier than the original joke

ybcpatrick:

green day: i walk these empty streets on the boulevard of broken dreams when the city sleeps and i’m the only one and i walk alone

eight year old me:

sherlockbringthejam:

“Money won’t make you happy”

Yeah, financial stability is just horrible

writing-prompt-s:

txbiio:

writing-prompt-s:

You are a clumsy but sweet person living in a time where robots are commonplace and do most manual tasks for humans. They can’t speak, but every time you bump into one you profusely apologize. You also always say thank you and treat them kindly, despite being inanimate. One morning, you wake up and peek out your window to see chaos and destruction- and your house and front yard are in pristine shape.

I watch the onslaught from the parted blinds of my window. The flames dance amongst the dead, an endless game of chase to those unlucky enough to still be alive. Cars and houses have been abandoned, already destroyed and burned to a black char. Dread grips me as the stench of death and burnt flesh reaches my nostrils, a sickening, gut-wrenching feeling that only the victims of the world’s deepest horrors could ever understand. With whatever strength I have, I look back at my own robot, sat atop my coffee table seemingly oblivious to the merciless slaughter outside. My mouth opens, and for the first time in what felt like hours, I speak.

“This is so sad, Alexa play despacito.”

beautiful.