ataricore:

ok so.. apparently there’s a bug going around that it makes you block (or makes it appear that you blocked) your mutuals and that they blocked you in turn. i’m just letting you guys know that if it appears that i blocked you, that is 100% not the case and is just tumblr being funky again.

reblogs are ok and appreciated because holy shit this website is a hellhole

takashi0:

garashirs:

garashirs:

people who act like they’re oppressed for shipping fictional characters are some of the most annoying dumbasses this site has ever produced tbh

me: pedophilia and incest, whether in real life or depicted in fiction, are objectively bad things

freaks on this site: smh these antis 💅 shipperphobia never sleeps 😞

I like how “they wanna be oppressed so bad smh” is the conclusion OP came to instead of “can you please stop trying to threaten bodily harm to people over fiction and stop acting like writing dark themes is the same thing as being an IRL rapist please?”

libertarirynn:

libertybill:

giant-enemy-crab:

dr-frohman:

screamingmemer:

church-of-idgaf:

itsstovie:

uss-edsall:

It status: 

[  ] Me 

[x] Ain’t me

Son status:

[ ] Fortunate
[x] Ain’t so fortunate

Silver spoon status at birth:
[ ] in hand
[x] not in hand

Preferred speed of travel through jungle
[ ] Walk
[x] Run
[ ] Bike

Big wheel movement status:
[ ] Not turning
[X] Turning

Proud Mary combustion status:
[ ] Not burning
[X] Burning

Preferred waterway for rolling on:
[ ] Creek
[ ] Reservoir
[X] River

Cat location status:

[X] In the Cradle

[ ] Not in the Cradle

War, children:

[X] Just a shot away.

[ ] More than one shot away.

Activity in the deep:

[ ] Swimming

[x] Rollin

Paring with caviar:

[ ] Wine

[ ] Cheese

[x] Cigarettes

Women who’ve got it goin’ on:

[ ] Becky’s mom

[x] Stacy’s mom

[ ] Erick’s sister

Girls I wish I had:

[ ] Mark’s

[ ] James’

[x] Jessie’s

antivancrows:

antivancrows:

anyways child pageants should be illegal

as a former pageant kid the amount of emotional abuse i went through because of my mother always pushing me to be beautiful and then blaming me and hating me when i didnt win was fucked up. being a pageant kid gave me an eating disorder and has seriously fucked with my self esteem. don’t put your kids through this. don’t let your 5 year old be objectified by others and yourself. 

vampireapologist:

vampireapologist:

Me: *needs help*

My friend: hey are you doing okay

Me: *actually opens up to them because I have been working on not hiding my hurt when I am in trouble and understanding that it is okay to lean on others when they make it clear that they can handle it and that I’m not a burden to others just because my complicated feelings are a burden to me and talking about things with willing friends can help me feel better*

Things: *get better*

Me: : )

This post is my positivity only! I don’t care if it sounds fake or you can’t relate! Make your own post! Or start healing!!! Whichever!!!

vehlika-pelican:

Such an opportunity was lost with the lack of sangheili in RVB. Like in Halo 5, these fuckers are hilarious!

“I’m coming for you human! Gonna wear your skull as a pants!”

“I want to battle, but I also want to nap.”

“ROAR OF FRUSTRATION!”

“Not our heads! Not our precious heads!”

“Lekgolo creep me out. Can’t tell if they want to kill me or give me a hug.”

“This one’s trying to be all sneaky.”

“Humans know their childrens’ names. Can you imagine?”

“He was the most adorable unngoy I ever met.”

“I’m hit! And you hurt my feelings too!”

“I told you to be careful- now look, you’re dead!”

“They’re killing me! I’m not kidding!”

“They’re shooting our heads? I keep all my brains in there!”

“They shot his face! His greatest weakness!”

“Humans crouch over their fallen foes head… this celebration confuses me.”

“Why’d you have to kill him? I love him!”

“Ever cook an unngoy over an open fire? No? No one? Is that frowned on or something?”

“My guns are running hot and spicy!”

“Say my name human, say it!”

Just. So much gold. So much potential there. Such much lost sassy backtalk. Join me in my grief.