apansexual-hisclones-andavulpix:

im-confuzzled:

asklessyandbecky:

alecmadeablog:

xodiaq:

askaperture:

ermazingphil:

philsmismatchedsocks:

putuksstuff:

fiddlemod:

askfirestarterspitfire:

redgetrek:

fandom-mused-fandom-games:

redgetrek:

fandom-mused-fandom-games:

When will people learn not to say stuff like that around me.

Let’s make this the biggest fandom of all.

You know what? If you get this to 10,000 notes, I’ll put it on the poster.

Best angiosperm

Fanart. Now it needs fanfics, fanmusic, r34 and r63.
Somehow we’ll make a fandom out of you.
The tpbogimfl fandom.

I usually don’t reblog these, but That One Particular Blade Of Grass In My Front Lawn is my absolute favorite fandom. The comunity is SO nice and the quality of things the fans produce is so good!

That One Particular Blade Of Grass In My Front Lawn had always loved the sun and so, as today was a particularly bright day, That One Particular Blade Of Grass In My Front Lawn was extremely happy, feeling that there was no way this day could get any better. But to his joy, it did. He saw her. He had been enjoying the golden rays of the sun that warmed him to his roots when he caught a glance of her.She was beautiful. She was slender and graceful, swaying slightly in the warm afternoon breeze, her velvet red petals shining. He’d know those petals anywhere. It was That One Specific Rose In Her Back Garden, the love of his life. He had always had feelings for her. It had started off as a small bud of adoration but had soon sprouted into a freshly-grown flower of love. She was wonderful in every way, her leaves, stem, petals and even her thorns which she hated so much. He didn’t care about her thorns, her imperfections - she was beautiful to him no matter what. The other blades of grass had teased and mocked him, saying he only loved her because she was a Rose and that everyone always loved Roses, it was just typical. He had ignored them. He did not love her just because of her species, he loved her for who she was. How her voice whispered in the wind, how her laugh was like the sound of a new day of spring. It was these thoughts that made him remember a quote that he had heard once before, by a girl who would sit on this lawn various times and read.  ”A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” He would forever love her and there was nothing he could do to rid of this feeling, even if he wanted to. But, alas, he had just never had the courage to talk to her. Who, as fantastic and gorgeous as her, would talk to a boring blade of grass such as himself?

He shall continue to admire from afar, as he has every other day…

^Jesus Christ

Did you just…

Yush!

After MLP, this is the best fandom!

R63’d Blade of grass

My OC is so Kawaiiiiiiiii~

It just got better.

This post is one of many that I love tumblr

It’s back