Gaara didn’t understand what he didn’t understand

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“Yo,” Kankurou greeted.

“Aa.” Gaara replied.

~

“Oh.” Gaara said. “Ohh…!”

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“Cacti…?” Hakuto asked.

“Yes, cacti.” Gaara said. “I started off with cultivating them in pots, but lately I’ve been thinking about making a greenhouse.”

~

The joy felt similar to the first time he’d seen a flower bloom on one of his cacti.

(best Gaara quotes from Gaara Hiden Chapter 2)

tfw no gf

I always thought it was funny that your player character in Pokemon is 10 years old. Like, yeah, they’re “anime ten” where they look at least 18 yadda yadda, but they’re still ten.

Imagine the people in the Pokemon League. These are fully grown adults, right? They’ve trained their entire lives to be the best trainers in their country. They’re the best of the best. And then a ten year old walks in. A high and mighty four foot tall ten year old with a big smile on their face walks in. They’ve never even seen a tity. They don’t know where babies come from. They’re ten.

How did this ten year old get in to your arena? Did they wander in here by mistake? They say they’re here to battle you. Aww, how cute. This kid wants to fight the big league trainers, so they snuck in to fight you. That’s cute and funny. You’ll tell the others about this next lunch break. You decide to humor the kid and accept their challenge. You toss out your level 50 Tyranitar. You and this Pokemon have spent decades together, you trained for ages to get it to Level 50. You’re the best trainer in the country.

The kid reaches on their belt and tosses a Master Ball. Wait, what? A Master Ball? How did that kid get a Master Ball? Out of the master ball pops…

God.

God popped out of the Master Ball. 

The very same God Pokemon that controls the flow of space, that you go to church and pray to every Sunday. 

This ten year old kid just pulled out a Master Ball and threw God at you. God is, in fact, Level 73. 

God shoots Hyper Beam at your life-long partner Tyranitar, causing it to evaporate in to dust. He’s fainted in one hit. The kid yawns.

The kid wipes your entire party of Pokemon, the Pokemon you spent most of your adult life training and caring for. You are stunned. You ask the trainer how long they’ve been doing this. They say “I started a couple of days ago.”

This kid is ten. 

Motivational art post of the day; Hirohiko Araki, the mangaka and author of jojo’s bizarre adventures, which has been running since 1987 and which to date has sold over 80 million copies in Japan alone, he is turning 54 this year.
With the success of jojo, Araki was chosen to exhibit his works at the Louvre and has collaborated with Gucci & Spur magazine twice, publishing spin-off comics with his characters. He has recently illustrated selfcest aka a picture of him embracing one of his own characters from the franchise, making it the front cover of an upcoming published tutorial book, and if that doesn’t motivate you to pick up the pencil and draw whatever the fuck you want, then nothing else will

i totally support asian invasion but i’m also scared shitless for y’all because there’s so many issues with yellow fever on this website and i don’t want to see what happens when creepers get a flood of asian people on their dashboard

yeah so along with co-opting a black movement there’s also… this

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corrupted_Blood_incident holy shit

me: what the fuck is this?

the english: its a puffinbird pudding m8! *hands me a raw sausage taped to a brick*