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thanks kojima
Reblog if youre not afraid to have a picture of the lord on your dash
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is āI like your shoelacesā
that way we know weāre from tumblr without revealing anything
Iām just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.
this is from an era long passed
Oh my god how have I stumbled upon this
ohmygod itās backkk
This is ancient history
THIS IS AMAZING
after two years of waiting, hoping this would cross my dash, it is here.
after two years of waiting hoping this would cross my dash it is here
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Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
I saw this before I left work last night and had a quiet hope, and today I checked my phone at about quarter to two, while I was still on my lunch break, and Iāve just got a job interview with the BBC next week
Iām not a big believer in anything much but Iām so happy holy shit. So like unrelated note but something real good happened to me at 1.42 today lol
For future reference.
Thank you.
For those who would ever need it. -C
reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone whoās ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship
Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could beĀ vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever reallyĀ needs it.
Know what the best thing ever is?
Having someone pet you and mess with your hair. Just having someone lightly pet you is the best shit ever.
Im actually crying at this
im going to have a stroke
Instead try⦠Person A: You know⦠the thing Person B: TheĀ āthingā? Person A: Yeah, the thing with the little-! *mutters under their breath* Como es que se llama esa mierda⦠THE FISHING ROD
As someone with multiple bilingual friends where English is not the first language, may I present to you a list of actual incidents I have witnessed:
Forgot a word in Spanish, while speaking Spanish to me, but remembered it in English. Became weirdly quiet as they seemed to lose their entire sense of identity.
Used a literal translation of a Russian idiomatic expression while speaking English. He actually does this quite regularly, because he somehow genuinely forgets which idioms belong to which language. It usually takes a minute of everyone staring at him in confused silence before he saysĀ āā¦.Ahā¦.. that must be a Russian one thenā¦.ā
Had to count backwards for something. Could not count backwards in English. Counted backwards in French under her breath until she got to the number she needed, and then translated it into English.
Meant to inform her (French) parents that bread in America is baked with a lot of preservatives. Her brain was still halfway in English Mode so she used the wordĀ āprĆ©servatifes.ā Ended up shocking her parents with the knowledge that apparently, bread in America is full of condoms.
Defined a slang term for meā¦ā¦. with another slang term. In the same language. Which I do not speak.
Was talking to both me and his mother in English when his mother had to revert to Russian to ask him a question about a word. He saidĀ āI donāt knowā and turned to me and askedĀ āIs there an English equivalent forĀ ŠŃŠ¼ŠøŠ·Š¼Š°ŃŠøŃŠµŃŠŗŠøŠ¹?ā and it took him a solid minute to realize there was no way I would be able to answer that. Meanwhile his mom quietly chuckled behind his back.
Said an expression in English but with Spanish grammar, which turnedĀ āHow stressful!ā intoĀ āWhat stressing!ā
Bilingual characters are great but if youāre going to use a linguistic blunder, you have to really understand what they actually blunder over. And itās usually 10x funnier thanĀ āOoops itās hard to switch back.ā
Imagine This
Imagine that your partner has been hitting you. Yelling at you. Youāve been married for a few years, youāre both in your 30s, you have a little daughter, and everything you do seems to be wrong. Youāve been made fun of, mocked and belittled by your partner.Ā
But you need them, because you canāt take another failed relationship. You canāt be alone again, and theyāve got you convinced that all the beatings and scratches and scrapes are your fault.
You tell your friends and they laugh. No matter how many bruises or cuts you show them, itās still your fault, so you hide them. You feel trapped, but you donāt feel like you can escape. Youāre convinced that youāre just locking yourself in.
And you see online one day an article. Someone else went through what you have. They got the cuts, the bruises, the scratches. You see that here is hope and freedom from these beatings. The physical and emotional pain can go away, there is someone there to help!
So you write down a list of 10 abuse victim hotlines, for people being abused. And you call them one by one.
If you were a man:
6 of those hotlines would refuse to help because of your gender.
3 of those hotlines would refer you to or give you a number to a hotline dealing with people that abuse and are looking to stop.
1 of those hotlines would help.
Out of those 10, 2 of those would also laugh at you or say you deserved it.
If you were a woman:
10 of those hotlines would help.
Abuse is very scary, but what seems scarier to you; being abused, reaching out and getting the help you need, or being abused, reaching out and getting laughed and turned away over 60% of the time because of who you are?
Only 8% of men who call abuse hotlines find themĀ āvery helpfulā and get the assistance they need.
Women can abuse. Men can be abused. Men need equality and help too.
Wtf is this trash lol
how is this trash?
All they could say isĀ āthis is trashā because this study was written and published by a woman with a PhD and is comprehensive andĀ heavily sourced.
Just to add some quotes found in the study from men who tried to seek help:
ā¢Ā They laughed at me and told me I must have done something to deserve it if it happened at all.
ā¢Ā They asked how much I weighed and how much she weighed and then hung up on meā¦I was told by this agency that I was full of BS.
ā¢Ā They accused me of trying to hide my āabuseā of her by claiming to be a victim, and they said that I was nothing more than a wimp.
ā¢Ā They didnāt really listen to what I said. They assumed that all abusers are men and said that I must accept that I was the abuser. They ridiculed me for not leaving my wife, ignoring the issues about what I would need to do to protect my six children and care for them.
And maybe the saddest one:Ā They just laughed and hung up the phone.
Man can be abused too , this is not trash
My father had to suffer hell for years , and he ended up in hopsital too because of my mother . So donāt you dare to say that a man canāt suffer from abuse because thatās bullshit. It happens , it can happen to everyone . And the fact that people are not willing to help is justĀ sickĀ
This breaks my heart.
My step dad was being abused at one point, and he had called a help hotline. It was for women, it was aimed only for women, and i dont think they truly believed that a man, a foot taller than the woman, was being pushed and shoved around, was getting hurt. So i dont think he continued. Though it has stopped, since it was caused by alcohol. And we no longer keep a drop in the house
Is it bad that ive only eaten some carrots, a few pieces of cucumber, some marshmallows and a bread roll today? Its 11:28 pm. Ive just been too anxious to eat when i could get food...
Prinxiety story thingy
This continues from the last virgil hc thing, but in roman's pov. Mind you i made this during a football game, stopping every few lines to do the makarana
Rushing away from the darker sides room, i rush into my room, only for a madley of pastel pinks and bright reds to erupt around me. "Nooooo.." a small groan came from me, why these colours? I knew what they meant, but instead I take a deep breathe and focus on getting changed into little mermaid fluffy pj pants, and a red t-shirt. After hanging up my uniform, i immediatly flop onto my bed, cacooning myself into the big white comforter my bed sports. Grabbing my laptop, i go onto youtube, and scroll. After a while of no luck, i turn my disney playlist on shuffle, and just my luck, "i wont say im in love" comes on. Goodness, could anything be any clearer? Glancing around my room once more, a beautiful collision of many colors swirl around. Fine, if you show it so much, show i will. Getting out of my blanket burrito, i exit my room and go down the hall to the gloomier, and darker sides room. "Lets do this roman, maybe he wont know what colours mean.." mumbling various words of comfort to myself, i then take a deep breathe and knock lightly on the door. "Mmmmppphhhh come in" a groan and an answer could be heard behind the dark oak door. Opening the door quietly, i peer in. "I was wondering, virgil, if you would like to come hang out in my room for a bit, a different scenery compared to this... dark room you have here." All he did was glare at me from under a few pillows, before a sigh could be heard as he unburied himself, and now, instead of ripped black skinny jeans, he was sporting nightmare before halloween fluffy pj pants. "Sure, whatever." Turning on my heel, i start walking back to my room, looking behind my shoulder every once in a while to make sure virgil was following. In the pit of my stomach was butterflies and a bit of... nervousness. Opening my door, another wave of color filled the room, mostly pastel pink, and scarlet. But there was plenty of speckles in the mixtures. Hearing a quite 'woah' come from the male behind me made a small smile play on my lips. "Make youself at home, i was thinking of watching some disney movies.." virgil hesintently walked in, and sat on the very edge of my bed. Covering up a small chuckle with a cough, i turn on my tv and put in moana. Flopping onto my bed next to virgil, a whole new wave of pink flooded the area near me. "You know you can get more comfortable than that, hot topic." I motion for him to go more on the bed, then the very corner, sitting unnaturally straight. "I dont bite." Hesitently, moving slowly, he slowly untenses a bit, and sits more comfortable. As he was doing this, i sighed heavily, before reaching and putting an arm around his waist. As i did this i felt him jump slightly. Pulling him towards me, i pull him against my chest. "It doesnt hurt to relax once in a while... and if you ever get uncomfortable being close to me feel free to move away." Instead of scooting away, like i expecting him to, he just made himself more comfortable and leaned into me, looking towards the movie, which had gotten past the opening credits, and was starting. About halfway through the movie, i yawned, and laid all the way down. After a moment, i felt virgil lean against my stomach, still watching the movie. I close my eyes and decide to sleep, and let him finish the movie.
Something moving is what woke me up, it was dark when i opening my eyes, only the light of the room from virgil's emotions, and the light from my ceiling, which looks like the night sky. I faintly see him starting to get up from my bed, and in my sleepy state, i decide to grab him around the waist and pull him against me, pulling the blankets up to cover us, i bury my face in his shoulder and neck, falling asleep again.
Again. I am new to writing in first pov, third story ever. Feel free to give some feedback, and i might continue this later.
Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
Nothing happened.Ā
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.Ā
oh god what did i do
IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT
HOLY FUCKING COW.
OKAY ITāS TRUE
???
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
WHAT HOW
Iāve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently itās random?
oh?
OH
#lmfao no way #why do i reblog these things #hahaha #urban legends #tumblr myths #im so gullibleĀ
nO FUCKING WAY THIS JUST
gUYS NO JOKE I GOTĀ āmotor oilā IN MY ASK BOX IāM SCREAMINH
I HOPE U GUYS DONāT LIEĀ
THIS SHIT FUCKING WORKS WTF
youāre shitting me
HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORL-
i wanna see what happens
it looks fun i guess
Where did this even come from
This sho
Wierd :o
I want in
I call doubt
Hmm
I D I D T H I S A N D I G O T A N A S K T H A T J U S T ā P A N T S ā
i s2g-
i fUKCIGN REBLOGGED THIS AND DAMN IT
I dont believe this
My anon is off. Bout to catch this fucker.
I donāt think it works like thatā¦. Itās probably more like a deer, it wonāt come out if itās going to be caught⦠whatever it is thatās sending the messages xāD
..what if it shows up as anon anyway?????
O . O Then we know itās a real myth and not just followers seeing you post this and sending random messagesā¦. xDĀ
GUYS THIS SHIT WORKS
yolo
Iām sure that this aināt gonna work for me. Prove me wrong.
ok i believe
shrug emoji
BITCH FUCK ME UP
DROWN ME IN YOUR MESSAGES
what is this mahogoney.
Dude wtf
((i am utterly confused))
Yeah right, as if itās realā¦
(But I am actually desperately lonely and hoping it is)
*rolls eyes* suuuure
//:^)))
pls
NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER
NOPE IM OUT
wot in tarnationĀ
can i get a hoopla
maybe if iām real lucky
doubt ill get one
This is just another urban legend no way *rolls eyes*
Donāt believe it
I just want a lot of interaction rn
Okay ima test this and reblog again if it works.
GUYS. IT FUCKING WORKED. IāM A LITTLE CREEPED OUT.
I am very curiousā¦
what the shit. iām going through mini-existentialism over fucking quilts
betĀ
I doubt this but ok letās try
this post is so fucking long, it took me 847652525 years to scroll past, it better work
this better worK
work it bitch
Bru what
Letās seeā¦.
I want 50 :D
This must be a joke right?
THIS ACTUALLY WORKS WTF
//Mun: Iāll give this a shot-
i donāt think so- but why not
Wuts this?
Iāll try⦠Hope it works
Curiouser and curiouser!
Oh hell yeah! -Mod Mika
i tried this once and i dont remeber if i got anythingā¦
Iām afraid
donāt fucking do this to me
How about a second run?~
Heyheyheyheyhey imdesperate
Lets see
I want some ASKS
I dont believe this
Wait wot
ā¦nvm I did get one..
Virgil headcanon story thingy
Three loud notes echoed throughout the 'mind palace,' at least thats what Roman calls it, really it's just where the sides stay when we're not talking to Thomas. But anyways, the notes would pierce through any music I had on. But the others being gone was what I was waiting for. Rollimg off my bed, I boot my laptop up, and turn on my speakers. Quickly I navigate to my musical and disney songs playlist and press shuffle. Immediatly music blasted from my speakers. 'Candy store' from heathers was the first song that came up. Perfect! Slipping off my hoodie I started singing along, slipping into the roll of heather, and I dance around my room. After a few more songs of me recognizing the song, starting to sing and dance around, one of my favorite songs, 'Waving through a window' from Dear Evan Hanson. Putting more motion and thought into this song, I put my whole heart into singing, seeing as this will be my last 'sing along' song so I dont get caught dancing by the others, in the middle of the chorus, the music abruptly stops. Fearing the worst, I slowly turn around. Yup. My worst nightmare. The other three were staring into my room, with varying expressions. Patton had pride in his eyes, and a happy dad look on his face. Logan, who had paused the music, seeing as he was next to my laptop, had obvious look of being impressed, dont know why my dancing would impress him though, and Roman had a shocked expression painting his facial features. Patton suddenly exploded into motion, he was clapping and trying to hug me at the same time, and was talking at light speed, Logan gave a curt nod, and a thumbs up, then exited the room, passing Roman, who seemed to be frozen still. After staring at him for a minute, color suddenly flooded his face, and he hurridly turned and left. After about ten minutes, I was able to calm down patton, and after my door closed, I grabbed a pillow, flopped onto the bed, pressed the pillow against my face and yelled into it. Never gonna live this down. Never....
Btw im not a good writer so im sorry if this is super bad. One of my first stories.... sorry again if its bad
Frog and cranberries it must be fall.
Frog and cranberries it must be fall.
Frog and cranberries it must be fall
If you canāt find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesnāt deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblogā¦
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
bless this post
The reason cats stop eating when they reach this point is their whiskers hit the walls of the bowls, so feeding your cats on a plate, its better
leggies
reblog if you agree