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Y'all ever just…. Try to do basic math in your head and your brain blue screens?

Yes, it's called dnd

Charles Boyle would want you to eat healthy. Amy Santiago would want you to drink water everyday. Terry Jeffords would want you to take your medicines. Hitchcock would want you to value your friends. Scully would want you to rest. Adrian Pimento would want you to keep fighting. Rosa Diaz would want you to stand for yourself. Captain Holt would want you to be proud of who you are. Gina Linnetti would want you to be confident. Jake Peralta would want you to smile.

#Brooklyn 99 #B99 #Charles boyle #amy santiago #captain holt #terry jeffords #gina linetti #rosa diaz #adrian pimento #hitchcockandscully #jake peralta #self care

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What’s your android model #?

Take your birth year (eg 1992)

Multiply it by your birth month (1992 x 09 = 17928)

Then divide by your birth day (17928 / 18 = 996)

Then take the first letter of your first name (eg A)

The second letter of your middle name (eg R)

And then put it all together!

I got AR996! :)

incorrect-rk1k

LA1998. i had to do math for this what the hell this is inhumane

kataclysmsstuff

MA999

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I. I need all the alignment chart memes. All. All of them. My hands are shaking. Please.

AIGHT YALL RB THIS POST WITH YOUR ALIGNMENT CHART BLANKS FOR THIS ANON

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I’LL GO FIRST

little-bullheaded-shit

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Gabriel: Fuck Aziraphale!

Crowley: I'm trying!

#Good omens #good omens gabriel #go gabriel #gabriel good omens #good omens crowley #go crowley #crowley good omens #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #aj crowley

Beelzebub, to Gabriel: I hate you with every inch of my being

Gabriel: that's not a lot of inches

#good omens #beelzebub good omens #go beelzebub #good omens beelzebub #gabriel good omens #good omens gabriel #go gabriel #ineffable bureaucracy

onyxspecticals

What’s this? Voltron trending? And do my eyes deceive me? Could it be? Klance?!

kataclysmsstuff

Lmao

finehoney

im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper

finehoney

i posted this yesterday then today this cute boy held my hand and now he is sending me memes

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Reblog for love

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i reblogged this yesterday and my crush kissed me today

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@shootingshidae

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life update: i’m not saying this worked but something happened literally the day after i reblogged this

nsfwkgirls

omg i reblogged this yesterday and today a cute girl messaged me and i’m 💖❣💟💕🌸💓😚💕

kataclysmsstuff

I don't believe in this stuff but idk let's try lmao

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#GrowingUpUgly When guys in middle school would get dared by their friends to ask you out and see if you say yes as a joke

vorchagirl

How about growingupugly and then turning out sort of okay looking but you don’t know for sure because your self esteem is shot and you’re convinced you look awful?

drtanner

#GrowingUpUgly Being so wholly convinced of your hideousness that as an adult you now literally cannot even imagine that someone would pay you a compliment and mean it; the only conceivable thing that could be happening is that they’re either a) taking the piss like the boys in school used to or b) so repulsed by you that they feel sorry for you and are telling you you’re pretty because they think you need to hear it.

Hurts how true this is though

terminalpolitics

I don’t know if this helps, but I’d like to say it anyway just in case it does.

None of you were ugly.

The other day I found a class picture from fourth grade and I looked everyone in it, and then I saw the “ugly girl” – the one people constantly harassed, whose desk kids would pretend was contaminated, the one kids would invent complex songs about just to voice their disgust toward her.

And she looked like a normal little girl.

She looked no different than the rest of the class.

She was never ugly. And I know that you may be thinking to yourself “but I WAS ugly” – I just want you to consider for a moment that maybe you weren’t.

Maybe you were tormented by your peers for no reason except that they were experimenting with and learning the rules of callous human cruelty that would define the rest of their lives – and recognizing this, the adults who should have protected you, let it happen. Cruelty and social shaming – the foundations of how human beings police their society is learned and it is practiced.

Since I’ve become an adult, I don’t recall ever seeing an “ugly” kid. Kids are all just strange-looking works in progress that the artist seems to have abandoned intending to finish them later.

I want you to think about our racist and unhealthy “standards of beauty”. Are any of the things that society fixates on as “ugly” truly ugly? No. We take things that are beautiful and we associate them with ugliness and badness and coarseness – to control them – to batter the will of the already oppressed down to the point where they think the abuse they receive is justified.

The children who demeaned you were learning to crush the human spirit to the point where the target internalizes all that hate and keeps hating themselves even when the bullies are no longer there. Those children were learning the sadism that defines our social hierarchy – we live in a culture where success is achieved through exploiting others.

No one deserves to be treated that way. LGBT children shouldn’t grow up ashamed of themselves. Black children shouldn’t grow up thinking white children are inherently prettier.

You were not ugly. You were told you were ugly so that people could have an “excuse” to target you, to ostracize you, to other you, and to abuse you.

An “ugly child” wouldn’t know they were ugly until someone TOLD them they were. They don’t grow up ugly, they grow up emotionally abused.

And still if you feel that you were the exception and you were objectively and unquestionably so ugly as a child that everyone noticed – even if you feel you are still that ugly now…

That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve love. It doesn’t mean you won’t find love, and trust and happiness.

You are worthy of respect. You have worth. You have value.

And if the rest of the world doesn’t seem to notice your worth – look at the evil and vile things the world does value and count yourself lucky not to be among that number.

There are people who will see your worth. There are people who will look at you and not see “ugliness” – they will see a friend, a mentor, a hero and even, yes, a lover.

If no one else says it today, and even if you can’t say it yourself, I would like to tell you that you are not ugly. That you were not ugly. That you did nothing wrong. That you did not deserve to be treated the way that you have been and that you deserve happiness and love and respect. And you will find it.

kataclysmsstuff

When I was like 13 I was bullied and girls in my class called me ugly. One day I straight up asked one of them "Why? Why do you say that I am ugly? What part of me makes me ugly?" because I thought I looked average. And she froze. She was like "Ah... Your braces". To which I replied that they were temporary and that I would only be wearing them for a couple more months. I asked again "besides my braces, what else makes me ugly?". She only gave me vague answers like "Your whole face". But I kept asking "No, I'm really curious. Is it my nose? My jawline? My eyes?". In the end she just said "It's you. The way you are. Your personality is ugly". And I answered "Then don't call me ugly ever again". Needless to say that the reason they actually hated me was because I was a geeky smart-ass XD

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hey if ur ever feelin shitty use this

Messing around with the enemy

Adora ran through the forest, her training coming in handy to navigate through and Whispering Woods. She felt a pang of guilt at having to lie to his friends, but she couldn't resist the impulse that led her every other night to do this.

She reached the specific tree where they met, marked with a double cross. She looked around, trying to find her.

"Hey Adora, looking for me?" Mismatched eyes shone above her, from one of the branches. Soon, Catra landed besides her. "I thought you said you mis-"

She got interrupted by Adora's lips crashing on hers, making her back hit the tree and pressing their bodies together. Catra's claws found their way to blond locks of hair, gently caressing them. When the kiss broke apart she smirked.

Adora's cheeks were noticeably red, even in the dark. "I do miss you, that's why I keep coming here."

She knew she was putting everything in jeopardy. She could get captured, any day a trap could be waiting for her, for She-Ra. But she also felt this intense urge to be with her former best friend.

Catra snorted, giving her nose a boop. "You wear your heart on your sleve, dear Adora." She leaned in, making their lips almost touch. "It's a good thing that it's all mine, isn't it?"

The blonde gasped, of course she knew that, but... It was hard. You couldn't just be in love with the enemy when you were She-Ra. So, she tried to hide those feelings, to not let anyone know. But, of course Catra knew, she had always knew.

" Come on Adora," she purred "just say it."

"I-I..." she tried, but she was still coming to terms with everything that was going on in her life.

Catra's brow furrowed. "Come on, we keep sneaking here to make out, it's not that hard!" she complained. "Do you know how much I'm risking?"

Adora scowled too. "I'm risking stuff too. But we don't have to! Please, Catra, come with me, join the Rebellion!"

"Ugh." Catra rolled her eyes, it wasn't the first time they discussed that. "Listen, I don't care if you wanna run away and join some stupid rebellion, but I wanna live. And the Horde will destroy everything Adora. I would be very happy if you decided to retutn, but I can't go with you."

"You don't understand Catra, the Rebe-"

"Enough!" her claws were out and she pushed her away. "Adora, I like you, but we've been over this. Either we steal these moments for ourselves or nothing." Her anger seemed to fade away into resignation. "I'm not going to run away and you're not coming back. So, let's just enjoy this..."

Sadness covered Adora's face. "It doesn't have to be this way..." she grabbed Catra's hand.

"But it is..." teary mismatched eyes found hers. "So... Let's just kiss for a while and then go back to our own homes... Okay?"

Adora nodded, hugging her enemy. "Fine..." And they kissed gently for a while, murmuring sweet nothings into each other's ears.

Eventually they parted ways, both knowing full well the consequences of their acts if they were to be found. Both lamenting that destiny had taken them on different sides and turned them into star-crossed lovers.

"Catra." Adora said before leaving "If you ever join the Rebellion... I'd be happy to tell you how much I love you." and she disappeared into the woods.