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in my mothers jewelry box, hidden amongst precious family heirlooms was a promotional coin for space jam
Reblog the spacejam coin for luck and money
Ever wonder what the highest kudo’d work on ao3 is?
wonder no more.
Seriously whatever you are expecting, this isn’t it.
I don’t know what to say…
…I’m speechless.
Wow…
This like them paint mixing videos…but with dangerously hot metals
I love this music
i want to eat it
Smitty No
That is one sexy omelette.
1. This is glass, not metal.
2. The music is the theme from Up.
who wants to watch me publish all my old drafts of posts from 3+ years ago
there’s 29 in there
i have no idea what they contain
i found a club that is exclusively for lesbians. i build it deep in a forest, so that the straights don’t find it. the opening night is a hit. the waiting line is huge. the lesbians are pouring in, the spirits are high, everyones having fun and making friends. suddenly there’s a commotion at the door. “sorry sir, we can’t let you in. this is for lesbians exclusively you see,” says the manager apologetically. “let him in,” i say, “its okay. he’s with us.” by he i mean hozier. he walks in with a guitar case slung over his shoulder and a flower crown on his head. he smiles at me sadly and i feel like he understands. i don’t know what, but he understands. i drink more wine and ignore the tightness in my chest. on the stage, hozier strums his guitar.
me: has had 2 good days in a row
my brain: It’s Time
me: for what
my brain: It’s Time
you better watch out, you better watch out, you better watch oUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETT–
Alternative responses when someone asks you whether you’re a boy or girl:
equally-confused shrugging
“about 20%”
return the question, acting intrigued and interested with their answer
take out your id card and squint at it for a couple minutes before admitting that you forgot your glasses
lean in and whisper “I wonder the same thing daily”
ask numerous detailed questions about which gender involves [insert quality], then make them wait a while as you tally up the points on your fingers
Can I do #4 while actually wearing my glasses, because I feel like it would add a little special something to the entire scene
Absolutely
also:
“only on Tuesdays”
“no” moonwalk away. keep eye contact the entire time.
“Well, let me see.” either pretend you’re going to pull down your pants/skirt/w/e or stare down it pensively until the person becomes uncomfortable enough to leave. shush them as you would a toddler if they try to ask you anything else.
answer it like a politician (bonus points: like a politician who is tripping balls). “well, helen, I think that’s a fascinating question and to really, truly, fully answer that, I think we have to start with the question of what gender, on a metaphysical level, really is…”
i want the opportunities to use each and every one of these 😂
This certainly won’t work for everyone, but I always pretend to choke up and then say, “I don’t know. My parents died before they could tell me.”
I hate it when people aren’t immediately angry & bitter about everything on sight……….. I can only be around so much of that kind of toxic attitude……….. like okay THANKS bitch now I’ve gotta be crazy enough for BOTH of us since you’re not pulling your weight
fuck his shit up Nancy you wild bitch
[images: a Nancy comic strip. Nancy approaches an astronomer looking through a massive telescope. “Oh mister, can I look for flying saucers?” she asks. “NO” says the astronomer, in huge block letters. Nancy leaves in a huff. Next she’s seen with a roll of twine and a balloon. She flies the balloon in front of the telescope. It reads “GROUCH”.]
remember mishapocalypse
remember when supernatural was decent
remember when tumblr was popular
remember the alamo
tbh i might come back to tumblr just to have a less public emotional diary than twitter
college is rough folks
let’s see how many followers I lose if I start posting again
hooo boy it’s been a while since I’ve been on the ol’ tumbly hasn’t it
let’s see what’s going down
i cant stop drawing her….
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