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Of Sparrows (ofsparrows) Paintings that have come to life, but in a cool way, not a spooky R. L. Stine sort of way. 

Milos Rajkovic (milosrajkovic) Eerily realistic robotic human heads, garbage, and death. Still, a good time.

James Makes a Blog (forgethowtotalk) Glitch art galore, and more.

Pop Aesthete (popaesthete) GIFed. Internet. Cats.  Al Boardman (alboardman) All aboard, man.  GIF via ofsparrows 

Remember last Thursday, when a single slip of fabric covered up the whole internet? Here’s a few stats about exactly how much and how quickly that dress blew up.

73 million: Total number of pageviews on the original dress post by swiked.

140,000: Approximate number of pageviews per minute between 10:30 p.m. and 11:30 p.m. on Thursday.

483,000: Number of notes on the original post by the end of Friday night. 

31: Total number of articles that BuzzFeed has published about the dress, to date. 

5,000+: Number of fan mails and asks swiked had received by the end of Friday night.

“Suuuuuper low”: Level of standards that swiked ultra-charmingly advises her new followers to have.

GIF via constable-frozen

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Sorry for lazy quality. I’ll try posting something after midterms.

APH Nordic family + Asia Family reaction to HongIce

Norway:

Denmark and Finland:

Sweden:

China:

Japan and Taiwan: (it can be vice versa)

S. Korea:

Macau:

Thailand:

Vietnam: (just made this gif)

Finally,

Iceland:

Hong Kong:

Bonus,

England (who knew it from Norway)

More draw...

I'm bored...

Goal! Netherland x reader (APH)

Hello! This is my first text in English, where you are the hero, and Lars (the Netherlands in Hetalia) the second hero! So read on, and do not forget to comment, say what you thought of it, and also share if you like it ^^ (another note at the end) ---------------------------------------------- << pfft ... The other finalist is Antonio? We will lose, like usual ... >> << Anyway, they are all older than us, and trained, they will defeat us, for sure ... >> Everyone complains in the team of Lars my childhood friend. Each time they have to play against the Spanish, they lose miserably, with scores whose contrast is scary. They never were able to score a goal in Lusitanian, while they can score in every 2 minutes. These are football demons. Even at this European Cup high schools, they fear the Madrid team. Lars is the captain, his position is the middle, both attacking and defending. We pretty well to recognize the blond hair literally standing on his head, his green eyes and striped scarf that always keeps around his neck even during a heat wave. But it is also the one who can not go to practice without there aye a crowd of fan-girls around the field. Well, it is true that the team's training is not the most fascinating, but I'm going to see them. In a corner where no one away shouting and encouragement of others. The perfect place to watch Lars discreetly. I must say it is rather appealing. God of sport, but Antonio is more formidable, unfortunately. They never earned, and they will again be a crushing defeat. Still sitting in my corner, I watch the temperature rise of the Spanish team, which arrived today. Dutch, themselves, had gone to talk strategy in their locker room. "I would have to go talk to Lars, that's too long as I wanted to talk to him ..." I thought as I ran me to the bar of the football club. I sat at a table near the entrance to the changing rooms. Lars was the first to exit the building, wearing his orange jersey. << Ah! Uh ... (name) ... What ... What are you doing here? >> He stammered when he saw me. << I just came to see you, see your victory against Antonio ... >> << You make fun of me? >> << No! I'm sure you will win, since the time that you have not played against him, I watched your training, I'm sure you will come to the fight! >> He looked at the floor angrily, and sank into a chair next to you. << Pfft, I know you speak mennsonges, Antonio and his team are too strong! We will go for idiots, as always! >> Lars struck anger fist table and shook the arm of his chair. I took her hand on the table and clasped. << Do not be silly, I say that you can win, I trust you, and you should also have more confidence in you ... >> He held my wrist and gave me a completely desperate look. << But how? I'm usually the bottom but as soon as there was Antonio ... This guy is so scared! It's horrible and more it attracts lots of girls, while beside me I should not be terrible ... >> << I find the arrogant. >> He looked at me with wide eyes. << a ... Arrogant? but ... >> << Not very good either ... and stupid. It is stupid to eat hay. On all fours more ... >> Lars seemed surprised that I say of such gossip about Antonio. He used to only hear compliments on him, never doubting. << But if you think such things about him, I'm worse ... >> << No, you, you are more beautiful, I also find that you are less stupid than him. You're just too quickly discouraged. >> Lars ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed. << M ... But you really mean what you say? >> It really does not trust me. << Course Bah! Why would I lie to you? it would be foolish to think otherwise. >> Lars looked down at the stone slabs of the terrace. << uh ... well actually ... I doubt you tell the truth, because you dreaded fate of lies sometimes ... >> It is true that I often lied to get by quickly but ... no idea how to prove that I'm not saying nonsense this time ... Suddenly an idea crossed my mind as soon as I run. I approached him and kissed him on the cheek, which made him blush like a peony. << What ... but ... uh ... wait ... I ... ... what? >> He stammered a little while, its still scarlet cheeks. << This can prove to you that I speak the truth? Or I have to do more? >> I asked the poor boy freaked. Lars finally calmed down and took a determined look, but it was still red. He squeezed my hand in hers forcefully by sketching a smile hesitantly. << I will win! I'm going to try to defeat Antonio, speech Lars! Finally, I believe ... >> He was so carried away in his enthousiasm he suddenly stood up, donating the chair he was sitting. I smile to see it as playful. It was something rare. His teammates came out of the locker room and looked at him with a funny face. Lars went their reciprocate, himself amazed by his sudden excitement. Others are caused not so much attention and went to the waiting area where the Spanish team. << ... I ... I really say that? >> I nodded in approval, a slight smile on his lips. Dutch shook his head and followed his teammates. I headed to the lawn when a whistle signaled the start to the game. Everyone around the two groups were shouting compliments to the Lusitanian while teasing burying Dutch shame. From the place where I was, I saw clearly Lars, and he clearly saw me. I was giving him some encouragement and smiles. They made me sympathetic looks, while remaining attentive. The turn of the match was usual Antonio and his cohorts had the advantage and the Dutch were panicked and ran in all directions, hoping to get a ball in any way. Lars was the only one to remain calm. He followed the ball at him, feigning a lack of attention. Tactic that likely market. One of the Spanish took almost overkill kick towards the net. My friend took delivery without difficulty and sprinted to the other end of the field. He reached the other side, slaloming between footballers. While three of them rushed towards him, he shoota the ball spun right into the goal under the astonished gaze of everyone, even himself. I smiled and made my a proud and determined look. First goal scored for the Spanish from the beginning of their team, and the first goal of the match. Lars had the advantage now. This had probably given pep to his team, because it suddenly became more efficient. They followed the example of their captain and the wheel of fortune turned in their favor. Soon after the game was about to strike. Their scores were tied. If Antonio scored, Dutch lose! It took a final goal for the tie. Antonio was in front of Lars, only 20 meters between them. Lusitanian prepared to shoot, but something totally unexpected happened: Lars ran in his direction, and at the time the Spanish shoe touched the ground, the ball was already in the net of his team, under the eyes impressed the public. Away in its movement, the young man drew a violent spike in front of his Dutch opponent. This cleverly avoided the tip of the shoe, but not spikes. They both were now down, and the whistle sounded to signal the end of the match. Antonio stood up and helped Lars to rise, rung by the blow. While other Dutch celebrated their long-awaited victory, the two enemies out of the ground. I join them, worried. << L ... Lars? Is it going ?? >> I asked my friend. << yes ... it will 'just a little shaken. >> Dutch answered, looking up, revealing a deep, bloody gash on his forehead. He teetered dangerously, as you went to help him stand up. At his side, Antonio also looked a little worried. << Lo siento, Amigo ... I had not expected it too ... >> Dutch beckoned Spanish releasing. It did so quickly and Lars sat down on a chair. << ... Uh ... Wait, I'll get the medicine chest, wait ... >> I went out in the bar and returned with said box. He laughed at his victory while I nursed the wound. << ha ha! we won, we won ... >> He smiled stupidly, wincing a little because of the stinging disinfectant. The other captains assistants teams to the finals came to congratulate the winning and the passage see if all is well. << Mprábo échete ... ... ... Kerdìsei (Bravo ... ... to have won ...) >> muttered Heracles in his native language in a tired voice. << Herzlichen Glückwunsch (congratulations). But, you're not too bad? >> Asked Ludwig, a bit disgusted by the injury. << No, that v-OUCH! Yeah no, actually blah ... >> Lars replied, clutching his shorts in pain. << You won ?? MERDA! Ho avaid qualsiasi sommessa knew Antonio! (Damn! I bet everything on Antonio!) >> Raged Lovino. His brother gave him a slightly annoyed look. << My perched scommesso? Not avete euro percomprare qualcosa da bere! (But why did you bet everything? You have nothing do to buy you a drink! >> << TACI, CHIGI! (Shut up, chigi!) >> S 'annoyed the elder shoving it. << This is not a problem, I offer to everyone! >> hollered Antonio. Lars gave him a funny look. << More ... you lost! how you can be joyful? >> The other replied, smiling. << I lost, but I was tired of winning all the time. So it changes a little, it's cool for you! >> The Dutch seemed pensive and smiled. it's true that it's fun to change, to move to another point of view. The other people rushed to the counter where Antonio served a tour. I was alone with my friend. << dressing or bandage? >> I asked Lars handing him the two objects. the latter pointed the finger bandage. << I do not know, but when in doubt ... >> I smiled and he put the band around the head. Lars fumbled sneaked into the bag and pulled out a small top dressing with rabbits. Hardly had I recovered myself that I stuck it on the face. << Vengeance! spades disinfectant too! >> he sneered. I plunged my hand into the medicine chest and pulled out another dressing. I pressed him on the cheek. << Revenge revenge! >> << HEY! WE WILL USE THESE DRESSING! STOP TO chitterlings! >> Gueula coach saw us we stick plasters on his head. << Should stop, otherwise we will be thrashing ... >> Lars said, laughing. << We will drink? >> I nodded and followed him into the bar of the stadium. Later, there was the medal. Everyone listened carefully to what the commentator said. << IN THIRD PLACE, WITH 43 GOALS, THE TEAM SWITZERLAND, CAPTAIN, ZWINGLI VASH! >> The Helvetian was welcomed on stage to applause that made him blush, but proud to finally have a beautiful bronze medal around neck. << IN SECOND PLACE, WITH 45 GOALS, THE TEAM SPANISH CAPTAIN ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO! >> The latter walked to the steps casually, wearing a silver award in his hand. << FIRST PLACE AND WITH 46 POINTS, THE TEAM Dutch CAPTAIN MOGENS LARS! >> The Dutch, he was deeply moved, clung to me not to fall. The blow to the head was the walk through. The applause gave me the impression of becoming deaf. I helped him to climb on the podium. I was going to leave, but he held me by the arm. He hoisted me with him on the steps and raised his medal high above his head. The whole team was screaming and Lars was proud as a peacock. Two three people threw some firecrackers. I watched everyone, then turned my gaze to the Dutch. It had a totally unexpected reaction. He pulled me against him and kissed me without even telling me. I did not object, but it was just a kiss, nothing more. I heard others in the crowd laughing at the scene and Antonio who writhed with laughter. Anyway, me and Lars, we did not care, other. It's not that I did not like, but it was really weird. When he retired, I felt suddenly alone and incomplete. Lars held me against him, loud enough for me to be glued to it, but gently enough not to have the sensation of choking. Forgetting the previous events, I accompanied the Dutch in his delirium. When the awards ceremony was over, the teams met in the bar of the stadium again. Me and Lars have spun gently under the tree behind the building where no one but the cows in the meadow could see us. << Sorry ... to have you kissed before ... Yeah actually I do not know what I thought ... what did ... sorry ... >> Said the Dutch holding me by the hand. He looked vaguely lawn and shook my wrist. Instead of answering him, I contented myself to kiss her as he had done for me. << You do not have to be sorry ... >> I said with a smile. As if he had understood my intentions, he kissed me again, creating a mess in my head. I do not think about anything except my friend. I was definitely and officially crazy about him. I spent a hand on his bandage and pulled a little top so that it drops a little, because I happened to him just the chin. He complied and kissed me harder. I nearly fell, and as he was still a bit groggy, I easily pulled down with me and we ended up on the lawn. Lars sat laughing and placed another kiss on my lips. << ... that band pigs! >> Antonio was right behind you, looking somewhat disgusted. You have made him a surprised look. He finally laughed and went muttering, obviously a little drunk. << ah ah, it seems that the medal would not have him simply as a reward ... >> Me and my friend looked at each other before laughing in our turn. It is spread in the grass again, squeezing me in his arms, leaning on the tree. Lars has won everything today. The competition, pride, respect, and my heart, and as I won him ... ------------------------------------------ Have you seen a mistake in translation? If so, let me know and tell me how to spell it, because I'm "the ultimate in terms of translation goat turd" Besides, you surely noticed that my English is terrible. This is normal, I am Swiss, jee speak French ... If not, I made a drawing for this OS, Lars Exactly, but without his famous scar. You think this is the "kick in your face" made in Antonio who made him? I say that's it, but hey, you do what you want ...

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So cutie^^