—Garden in the Ceiling—
Hay, I'm an awkward and adorkble girl, please to meet you! My name is Rute, but I go by Ruchi.
Expect a little bit of everythig from me like: Kpop, random music, random carttons, my draws, my graphic designs, my baby babu, Doctor Who and Supernatural, and oh so much more...

Any questions don't you even dare to hesitate on asking.
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via yaosnonexistentmanhood ,org. potatocat
kingoftheforest: livinglovinoloca: heyheyletsgo: The Batman is generally a solitary creature, occasionally leaving its cave to collect small orphan birds. Omg hahawhat
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— Shipster

cottonbun:

Shipster [ʃɪpstə(r)] s a person shipping little known/unsupported pairings. Usually spend their time in a lonesome search of artworks and fanfictions containing desired OTP; they can be distinguished by spontaneous gross sobbing, a common reaction to spotting their beloved ship.

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mintparfait: rebloging for reference (even tough this was made for asian visages)
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via choijunhong-idol ,org. choijunhong-idol
#zelo
#choi junhong
#b.a.p
#bap
#baby jelo~
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► Will work for Sun Chips!: ATTENTION!

dikaido:

The following tags are being spammed with shock images on tumblr:
otherkin
kpop
cat
cats
kitten
lol
animal rights
lgbt
infinite
woohyun
bap
zelo
sunggyu
basically any and all homestuck tags, i’m guessing
avengers
dog
puppies
doctor who
jesus
god
my little pony
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via hellyeahhorrormanga ,org. hellyeahhorrormanga
hellyeahhorrormanga: MAD ABOUT MCDONALD’S (Japanese Urban Legend) My dad was mad about McDonald’s and he couldn’t live without having something from McDonald’s at least once a day. It was good for him, but not for the rest of the family who had to put up with him. We gradually started to avoid eating at McDonald’s with him, and he showed obvious displeasure at our lack of enthusiasm. “Why won’t you come? Don’t you want to eat with me?” Dad said. All of us, including my mom and sister told him loud and clear, “No, Dad, we just don’t want to eat at McDonald’s.” He spent the whole day looking depressed, but he was unrepentant. On one Sunday night, after we finished preparing for school,  I turned off the light in the bedroom. My little sister was already fast asleep on the top of the bunk bed. I quietly slid into the bottom bunk so as not to wake my sister, and closed my eyes. Sometime later, I heard the door of our bedroom open. I opened my eyes a crack to see who came in and saw Ronald McDonald standing there. Ronald seemed unaware that I was awake, and walked stealthily to our bed. From what I saw through my half-closed eyes and the noise being made, I could sense he was trying to wake up my sister. “Gooood Niiiiiiiiiiight! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!” I heard Ronald’s joyful laugh, followed by my sister’s piercing scream, and the violent shaking of the bed. Something shot out of the top bunk and hit the desk below; the desk tumbled over, and the stationery goods scattered all over the floor. From the doorway, I heard my mom cry out in alarm, “What are you doing here?” Ronald turned on the light. At that moment, I realized for the first time that the person impersonating as Ronald was my dad. Behind my dad, from underneath the desk that had turned over I saw a bit of my sister’s pink pajamas peeping out. Around it, a pool of blood was forming. The ambulance came. The paramedics looked at my dad with astonishment. My dad, in his excitement, punched one of them in the face. My mom shouted, “You stay at home!” But my dad pushed her away and got into the ambulance with my sister. Our neighbors just watched us, dumbfounded. I was left alone in the messed-up bedroom. My dad then told me and my mom later that he did it to make us like McDonald’s more. My little sister lied on the bed. She opened her eyes wide, clenched her teeth, and waved her arms and legs uncontrollably. “Nnnnmph, nnnnmmmm, nnnhmmmmn,” my sister groaned under the bed cover. She had damaged both her head and spine in her fall. “Daaaaghhhdyyyyyyy.” My sister, who had been so sweet and pretty before, had changed into a different creature in just half a year. My mom cried. I said nothing. My dad munched on a Big Mac.
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via terraskye ,org. potter-depp
#HE DOES WHATEVER HE WANTS