Traded My Soul @dndames - Tumblr Blog

redstonedust

"tumblr humor is only funny to tumblr users" NOT true. those bitches on pinterest love us.

rip-cod-brainrot

Ghost, during a mission that’s going badly: Right, lads. I think we are well and truly fucked

Soap, under his breath: I would be if you’d just give me a chance

Ghost: what

Soap: what

Gaz, frantically reloading: No. Nuh-uh. I’m not dying here. I refuse to let that be the last conversation I hear

the-mad-prince-of-denmark

Incredibly accurate baby lesbian meets hot scary milf freak out

skyrigel

Simon: if you could change one thing about me, what would that be?

Y/n: huh, your last name.

Simon:

Y/n:

Simon: MARRY ME. RIGHT NOW!

mothtowers

when youre talking to someone and you can tell theyre a sex baby and not a stork baby

thelovingend-deactivated2025073

foxboyclit

pngblog

sea-buns

Not only has long-haired Murph returned, but he is also once again one of many beautiful boys

peteneems

adas-trashheap

'caught in your gaze'

individual pieces under the cut

dndames

this is what I think Oliver's gaze is like

unhingedpolycule

(Nikto versus memes 8/?)

Bitch, I said what I said.

buqbite

sometimes i feel ive got to

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run away

No wait, random worldbuilding idea:

A people who have an age-old tradition, that when warriors left home to go to war, their family that remains home prepare funeral goods for them while they wait, sewing them the clothes and preparing the tools and all that they will be buried with - to emotionally prepare them to the hard possibility that the one who left will not return home alive. If the warrior returns, their burial goods are all burned in a bonfire that is lit for the celebration of their return.

And to this modern day, mothers of the culture will tell their children "fine, but let me take your measures for burial clothes before you go" as a way of telling them that something they're about to do is lethally stupid. Sharing stories about just how dramatic their mothers are, someone tells their group of friends that his mother once actually took out a measuring tape to start taking his measures when he said he's leaving home for a work trip.

And another one goes "pfft, yeah. This one time I went to a rock concert and came back home to mom sitting on her sewing machine, fucking making me a funeral coat."