Help I’m Being Eaten By A Goose

They think I’m bread help

[getcashgrabass]

I rearranged the letters on this sign in a cafe

[getassgrabcash]

I put this on the wrong effing blog

[getassgrabcash]

PSA

Microaggressions should not be an offense worthy of the police being involved. It is a violation of free speech and human rights to arrest someone over the words they use. I know how gross it feels to be called something you aren’t, but no matter how bad it feels to be misgendered, it doesn’t change the fact that the above is a violation of free speech. Further more, if you called someone an a-hole, you can’t be arrested for it. Even if you get called an a-hole and it triggers your ptsd, that person won’t be arrested for calling you an a-hole. Before any of you a-holes jump up MY a-hole, I’m trans too. You a-holes. Think about how you would feel if you were separated from your children, detained, and processed because someone took offense at something you said on the INTERNET. Think about it. Anything, not just something against a certain community. Misgendering people does make that person an a-hole, but talking like an a-hole is not an arrestable offense. That’s all.

[getassgrabcash]

I scream into the abyss.

No one screams back at me, not even an echo.

I’m not sure if I rather would have heard someone.

At least monsters make you feel something.

[getassgrabcash]

I’ll just leave this here

[getassgrabcash]

I’m doing a reread of Saki K.

Even though they portray him as an ugly thug, Nendou is seriously adorable and good hearted.

If you don’t like Nendou...

You can stay, I guess but I’ll be keeping my eye on you.

[getassgrabcash]

Clownboys

Clown-cowboy

Clownboy

Instead of horses and cattle it’s other clowns

[getassgrabcash]

I’m going to break

The system that forces us to not post dirty pictures. Language is a powerful thing.

You can use the most innocent words to allude to something absolutely thrilling, nauseating, and slightly arousing piece of literature ever crafted.

Why must inspiration strike me here but never when I sit down to write for the job I would like to have?

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

there aren’t !

[getassgrabcash]

I guess eff England, or whatever.

[mtndewbajablast]

new four temperaments are clown, 80s, cowboy, and goth.

[mtndewbajablast]

[getassgrabcash]

I’m a clown but I identify as a cowboy

[buttered-noodles]

Shes here and finally complete

Caroline Persephone Andromeda Alexandrine Magnolia Buttered Noodle the first

[bunjywunjy]

god people really keep taking these furby mods to the next level and it’s absolutely delighting

[gallusrostromegalus]

What an unironically delightful creature.

She looks like she has excellent manners and good taste in biscuits.

[getassgrabcash]

Awe inspiring

[kurokoros]

You know, this is why content creators end up abandoning their works, right?

80 likes compared to 10 reblogs means that only 12% of people decided that what you did is worth showing other people.

If you like the thing, reblog it. You don’t even have to add tags, just spread it so that a) other people can see it, and b) the creator gets recognition for what they did.

Obviously, those numbers are never going to match, but the divide should not be that huge.

It’s even more important right now, because tumblr is garbage and they’ve stopped allowing anything with an outside link from appearing in tags. Writers/artists cannot tag things to their twitter/store/writing website. That can cause a significant drop in views, especially for newer creators.

Like… we aren’t asking for much. A few reblogs. Reviews/comments. No creator should have to beg for that much.

[kayjaykayme]

Support artists and writers and reblog!

[getassgrabcash]

Honestly I’m happy just to get likes because even if they aren’t showing people, they still like it. Even if you don’t get wildly popular, it’s worth it to make the few people who like your stuff happy.

[getassgrabcash]

*reblogs my own post*

Me: Oh look, a note!

[getassgrabcash]

I do the finger guns at someone but its with a floppy wee wee packer

[valtsv]

being scared of the dark as a child meant that your entire house became the setting of a real-life horror video game as soon as your parents called for lights out

[valtsv]

me sitting in the bathroom psyching myself up to turn off the light and run back to the safety of my bedroom after going to use the loo before bed:

[valtsv]

when the house suddenly started creaking and groaning for no reason in the middle of the night:

[valtsv]

[getassgrabcash]

Don’t think about how if a demon really wanted to get you, nothing could stop it.

[schwifty-memes]

[indigowallbreaker]

LT Ship Week Day 2: Jokes

Memes/Jokes and Poison Apple! (Glanni/Sportacus)

Someday y’all will stop my sinful hand XD Enjoy!

(ao3 username is indigorose50)

“What,” Glanni began, horror crawling up his spine like a nightmare, “are you doing?”

Swallowing his mouthful, Sportacus answered, “Having a snack.” He said this as casually as if he were mowing the grass. The two were standing in Lazytown’s park. The kids had gone inside for lunch and the couple had some time alone.

His boyfriend was too powerful, Glanni decided in that moment. Slightly-Above-Average Glanni’s ass; Sportacus had to be Way-Above-Average at least. Sportacus took another bite of his ‘snack’ and Glanni’s whole body shivered.

“What you are eating?” Maybe his eyes were playing tricks. Maybe this was a prank.

Sportacus chuckled. “Glanni, I know you don’t eat them every often but even you should recognize sportscandy.”

“Oh I recognize it. Make no mistake. That’s part of the problem.”

Sportacus took another bite of his lemon. “What problem?”

“That one!” Glanni covered his mouth as his teeth cried out in sympathy for Sportacus’ enamel. “Sportacus. Sportacus dear, love of my life, world’s best kisser, second only to me in looks; what the fuCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Lemon juice dripped from Sportacus’ hand as he jumped back, surprised by Glanni’s outburst. “Why are you so upset?”

“Why do I have to explain it to you?! How can you stand biting directly into a lemon?!”

“Just because you don’t like sportscandy doesn’t mean—”

“This has nothing to do with liking fruit!” Glanni interrupted. “First of all, lemons are too sour to do that! Second, the peel and all?!”

Sportacus was still staring at him with a look of wide eyed confusion. Taking a deep breath, Glanni held out his hand. “Give to me.”

“What?”

“Give me the lemon until you can be trusted.”

Reluctantly, Sportacus handed Glanni the lemon. Glanni pocketed it and grabbed Sportacus’ hand before he could fully retract it. “I love you and we’re going to talk this out together as a couple.”

Some of the frustration in Sportacus’ face subsided. He squeezed Glanni’s hand and nodded. The two began walking across the field. “What can I have for a snack instead?” Sportacus asked calmly.

“Literally anything else.”

Sportacus cast his eyes around before stooping to pick something off the ground. Before Glanni’s very eyes, Sportacus bit the head off a flower.

“WHO LETS YOU AROUND CHILDREN?!”

[getassgrabcash]

Worse than Sportacus eating the lemon is Glanni placing said half-chewed, juicy, sticky, drippy lemon into what is either a velvet or a leather suit pocket.

[getassgrabcash]

People who like Sicko Mode didn’t even want to see that