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Shout everyone else taking the vow of silence today
Father Strange, when considering the famous shoelaces code, do you interpret the president they were stolen from to be whichever US president is currently in office, or is it still Obama? I've held in my heart that it has been Obama this whole time
I also feel like The Shoelace President is Obama but I'm curious what Tumblr at large thinks
Who did you steal your shoelaces from?
Obama
Whoever is current US president
A non-US president (put in tags)
ISNT SHE LOVELY? ISNT SHE LOVELY????????
all those posts that are like "you and your blorbo swap lives" "draw your blorbo in your outfit" etc etc are fun and all but every time im like. bold if you to think i have a singular blorbo. its a bleebus circus up in here.
Fascinated by the thought of the plural of blorbo being bleebus
I kindof assumed the plural of blorbo would be Blorbai
Bleebus is the infant form of blorbo. Blorbai is the plural. Bleebai is the plural of bleebus, unless you're being silly on purpose, in which case it can be bleebuses.
In a mixed group, the adult plural (blorbai) takes precedence over the infant one.
You can, of course, also spell the plurals "blorbi" and "bleebi" which will produce a whole lot of wildly incorrect linguistics discourse.
waiter waiter more depictions of traumatised malnourished characters putting on some weight postcanon to show their recovery from the horrors please !!!!!!!!!!!
but what. but what. he's okay trust me i was there. trust me. yuo have to trust me okay
Hey you, yeah, you, give that character a mobility aid. Do it. That girl who canonically has a leg injury? Give her a cane. That guy that doesn't have a canonical injury but whom you feel ok your heart is definitely chronically ill? Give him a wheelchair. That character you headcanon as disabled because they just kinda feel like it in your head? Give them crutches! That character you really really like and really really relate too? Give em a rollator! Sky's the limit! Go wild! People are gonna have problems with us creating a space for ourselves regardless, might as well bring a few of our favorite characters and OCs with us!
Most Beloved (non-canon) Queer Ship Tournament - Round 3
Which queer ship do you love more?
Kirk and Spock (Spirk) (Star Trek TOS)*
Sonadow (Sonic x Shadow) (Sonic The Hedgehog)*
how dare you make me choose
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psa for fellow formal wear enthusiasts
destroying and betraying yourself for nothing all by yourself, handsome?
GENDER is FAKE. ART is REAL.
MONEY is FAKE. ART is REAL.
SLEEP is FAKE. ART is REAL.
TIME is FAKE. ART is REAL.
thank you
I walk through a tiny unlit park and for 40 feet I'm eight years old about to get in trouble for sneaking out without telling anyone, and nine years old experiencing the betrayal of being told I'm not my best friend's best friend, and ten years old doing a big stupid 'art project' on a giant damp piece of paper in the grass, and eleven years old swinging on the swings talking to my new best friend about how grown up we are compared to my old best friend, and twelve years old wearing goth makeup and too much jewelry screaming and dancing around in a rainstorm with both of them, and thirteen years old orbiting a pair of kids younger than us smoking meth under the slide, and fourteen years old daringly befriending the scary bike kids, and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen years old taking a shortcut through the 'baby park' to go out for the night, and eighteen and nineteen years old sitting on the swings listening to music for hours so I don't have to go home yet. we're all there together. a decade is 40 feet long.
Always bear in mind that there is absolutely no legitimate evidence that Luigi was actually the one who killed the insurance company guy.
Of course he wasn't. He was at a party with me that day.
No but like literally, actually. All bits aside.
He didn't do it.
The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.