Pizza Slut

dinners ready

( ._.)./ an explanation: 

The dog has an issue where his esophagus doesn’t work right; it doesn’t get food in there right because it’s all stretched out and stuff. So what dog owners (and cat owners and I guarantee you the cat ones look goofier) do is make a highchair and feed them upright so gravity can be a hero. It’s also really cute. 

The disorder is called Megaesophagus. 

Here is a cat with the same disorder in his eatin’ sock. 

EATIN’ SOCK

ALWAYS REBLOG THE EATIN’ SOCK

EATIN’ SOCK IM CRYING

This is how far humans will go to care for their furry friends.

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Blizzard concept artist Oscar Vega mixed characters from Smash Bros Ultimate with modern fashion

“take your own bloody pants off” – most iconic romantic line of all time

At Mount fuji

Forget the rest of the fireworks around the world, these are the best. HNY.

The finale HOLY SHIT!!!

This is actually the first time I was impressed by a firework

RIP Nickelodeon Studios

write a story that takes place in the span of one minute.

Disney princesses aren’t created. Instead potential Disney princess are chosen to fight in a battle to the death and the last one standing is inducted. The only thing they can take into the arena is their animal sidekick. You have just been reaped and are now standing on a podium as the clock counts down; it’s the 74th annual Disney Battle Royals.

The universe is, in fact, a simulation. When you die, your character is moved to the Afterlife Program, where a person can move between any afterlife that has been conceived by humans. The Afterlife Program works like a video game in that you level up and gain skills and abilities. After being moved into the Afterlife Program, it is impossible to return to the land of the living. However, after 100 years of leveling in the Afterlife Program, you have found an exploit that allows you to enter the land of the living again. What will you do with this ability?

Write about yourself writing what you’re writing while simultaneously reading what you’re writing that you’re writing and listening to an audiobook of what you’re listening to while you’re reading and writing what you’re reading and writing.

You are a student of a superhero academy for people with useless superpowers.

Write a typical hero’s journey but your sidekick is your chemistry teacher, the old wise person is your twin you ate in the womb and absorbed their conscience, your love interest is that cute pizza delivery person who somehow shows up at the best times and the villain you’re sent to stop is your imaginary friend who stole the body of your favourite animal (and yes, this means that they have full control of every animal like it). Also you have the power to ask the writer one yes or no question every two hours (they cannot lie).

An undefeated gladiator of ancient Rome is cursed to live out the rest of his life as a cat, write the story of his life from then on.

Write about a superhero whose only power is that they always arrive right on time.

What if on the DVD for Detective Pikachu they include a language dub that just replaces all of Pikachu’s lines with “pika pika”

Mean Girls (2004) | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”

This one wins.

It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up.  She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out.  First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.

Clark’s introducing her around.  “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

You blink, and take a step back in fear.  You’ve never seen an 11 before.

The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.

Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”

You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.

That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.

At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.

He was an 8.

The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.

There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.