making of frozen…..
kaalashnikov
the amount of photoshop work that went into this is literally wild
alegbra
why is there a person out there with superhuman photoshop ability who just spends their time making frozen pictures. i dont understand the way the world works
“The only disability in life is a bad attitude!”
Are you sure?
Like are you REALLY sure?
This person was really dedicated to making that point.
You don’t know the half of it.
This was the third take.
The other two…..did not………….end………………………..well.
Retro Game Room Version 2 I needed to patch the walls and paint, so I thought I might as well change it all up.
23 different consoles and handhelds, about 450 old games. Framemeister xrgb-mini upscaler so it doesn’t look bad on a new tv, handmade custom MAME cabinet, and a fuzzy chair and fuzzy carpet :)
A lot of work, and a lifetime of collecting!
And no girlfriend
In an incredible plot twist, I’m actually someone’s wife.
thegentlemangamer
Reblogging for that gif
unsouring-deactivated20160511
person: *points at leg* why is your leg shaking
me: well my pal my buddy I am full of anxiety
improve your piece of media by adding non-sexualized lesbians. lesbian heros. lesbian villains. lesbian minor characters. old lesbians. young lesbians. chubby lesbians. poc lesbians. non-binary lesbians. firefighter lesbians. astronaut lesbians. queen lesbians. everyday lesbians. don’t give me that look chop chop more lesbians
lolfactory
(photos via EverythingFerns)
its this guy lmao
exigetspersonal
I love it when the internet manages to track someone across multiple shitposts.
Julia was a clever girl.
Julia knew she was smart. She was one of those clever children, the kind of child who figures out early on that parents aren’t all-powerful and all-knowing.
The first time she realized this was when she got scared. There had been a noise in her room, coming from under her bed, or from the closet.
Julia ran down the hall, crying, “Mommy! Daddy!”
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I huh-heard a m-monster,” Julia glubbed.
She expected them to comfort her, or roll their eyes, or get annoyed. Instead, they jumped up immediately and raced to her bedroom, where they checked under the bed, inspected the closet, and tested the window lock. They poked, prodded, and scoured every inch.
Julia caught on quickly. She knew what they were doing. By taking her fears seriously, they were showing their little girl that she was safe and loved. They had probably read about it in some book.
But the lesson Julia learned was that she had power. Thereafter, waking her parents became a nightly event. Julia would scream and cry, they would rush to her bedroom, and Julia would hide her grin behind tears. But not once did they ever complain.
One night she could stand it no longer, and she burst out laughing when Daddy fell down while examining the light fixture, as if a monster could fit up there.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, rubbing his backside.
“You,” Julia smirked. “You always believe me.”
Daddy wasn’t angry. He just looked at Mommy.
“Once,” he said quietly, “just once, we didn’t believe your brother.”
And Julia, an only child, did not sleep well that night.
Source: redd.it
