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Loki’s Evolution

What about Loki`s hair Evolution…..?

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THEN THIS

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TILL FINALLY ‘THIS’

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(Im not sorry for posting everything above hehe)

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Frozach Submitted

These are funny I need to make one.

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merrymalthus: quietlittleplaces:  I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy. So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall. out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going. the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again. Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass. I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked. Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion. he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?” We had a moment of silence. Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”. He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away. I lowered my hands after a minute and I…. what… I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens. this is one of the strangest interactions between two confused human beings i’ve ever heard of
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saltykisses: A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow around the bike. Photographer Unknown
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