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we're not kids anymore.
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@lestatthecupcakeprince
I’m moving blogs. Nothing against this one i just follow a lot of people and I’m too lazy to go through 4991 blogs to clean up my dash. My new blog will probably have most of the same stuff. So if you wanna keep following me go follow me @consultingcupcake
I’m not gonna delete this blog or anything. I’ll probably leave it up as is so no worries about that.
I'm moving blogs. Nothing against this one i just follow a lot of people and I'm too lazy to go through 4991 blogs to clean up my dash. My new blog will probably have most of the same stuff. So if you wanna keep following me go follow me @consultingcupcake I'm not gonna delete this blog or anything. I'll probably leave it up as is so no worries about that.
forgive me father for I have sinned in all the coolest and most glamorous ways possible
and i don’t regret a single thing
I think that the realization of oneself is the prime aim of life, and to realize oneself through pleasure is finer than to do so through pain.
Oscar Wilde (via youarenotrational)
I am learning each day that it’s good to show yourself, to tear down the walls that we build when we have been hurt. We must let the sunshine of honesty and love flow into our souls, just as we must let light fall upon all living things. To open up is to breathe in, to let our hearts be vulnerable is the first step that leads us to run towards something good. I am not extending my hand to an unknown when I allow myself to feel deeply, instead, I am reaching with the hope that my future will not be the same as my past. Because when we are vulnerable with those we love, we grow stronger and more whole in who we are, and ultimately we find ourselves becoming who we were created to be.
T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)
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reblog if you’re BI, TIRED, or WANT SOME FRENCH FRIES RN
Dan and Phil Crafts ft Antisepticeye and Darkiplier
FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY
i want that really cliché friend group who takes long drives together and takes pictures of each other when they’re not looking and goes on random picnics and visits museum together fuck i want it so bad where y’all at
If I was in charge of a Pokemon gym it’d be all fire themed. Like there’s just fire everywhere. There’s probably a random person on fire in the background. You have your team completely stacked against fire types. Everyone you fight before me has fire types. You get to me. Expecting more fire types. You send out your first Pokemon, a water type. I throw my pokeball. You expect the expected. A vaporeon comes out. My team is actually entirely made up of vaporeons. I only own vaporeons.
im the leader after you.
my gyms water themed. yu do water level puzzles and fight swimmers and those kids with the floaties. everyone has water types. knowing the theme, yo bring a team half/half strong against fire and water, just in case because ofnthe last gym. you get to me.
my team is made entirely of gastly, haunter, and gengar, all named exactly 5 purple hearts. i just really like gengar.
the gym? you ask.
it was on sale, i respond.
i cant even swim. ive been here for 6 weeks.
I’m the third gym leader…by this point you know what to expect.
You walk through the soft meadows of my gym thinking what should I expect this time? Electric types? FIRE TYPES???? You cross over a beautiful field of daises and tulips, encounter trainers wearing flowers crowns and boasting a plethora of high-level grass and fairy types. Than, deep in the forest while you’re still wondering how the fuck I fit all of this into one building, you encounter a ring of mushrooms, a fairy ring. Inside the ring sits me, the gym leader. You step into the ring ready for battle.
I stand up, walking slowly over to you take you’re hand in mine and gently place something cold and hard into your palm.
It’s the fairy gyms badge.
I’m not even a Pokemon trainer, I just respond to an ad on craigslist for a gym leader and was the only applicant.
You walk away very confused…and slightly disappointed.
I’m some kid you meet on the road just beside the gym. At this point you are questioning why you keep going.
I ask you a bunch of questions and help you out and even give you a special Pokémon. Then I ask you if you’ve been to the gym and talk about the gym leader. When you say no I push you in the gym.
You battle rock types and you are wondering if you’re even prepared to fight the gym leader. When you finally get to the leaders room, I’m there.
I strike up a friendly conversation and ask you what you think of the gym. I then say “Thanks, I made this myself. It’s still growing. So if you come back I can give you the badge then but it hasn’t come in the mail yet.”
At this point you probably don’t even want to be there anymore. I hand you a small pin that is in the shape of the badge but it’s definitely homemade and cheep. “It’s an I.O.U” I say.
You leave wondering if leaving home at 10 to battle all of these strange people was really worth it.
In the next town you decide to speak to the citizens first instead of heading straight for the gym unprepared. They live here, you tell yourself, they must know about this gym and how it works. A pleasant old lady informs you the gym leader is dearly fond of psychic types and is not known to stray like previous trainers. You believe her. Why would an old lady lie to you?
After stocking your team with dark types you take the gym head on. Battling your way through psychic trainers with ease, you finally arrive to a large room. There I stand. The battle commences and you defeat my first two Pokemon, Hypno and Alakazam, with ease. You laugh to yourself, after the hardships of the previous gyms this is like child’s play. I send out my third Pokemon, a beedrill. Dark is weak to Bug. “Something bugging you buddy?” I say with a wink as I decimate your team. You leave without a badge.
Fuck this region.
By the time you reach the next town, you’re wondering if this Gym challenge was even worth this. Maybe it would have been better to do Competitions. But you continue trudging along.
Supposedly the Gym Leader uses fighting types. She’s a body builder who wrangles Krookodile in her free time. You don’t know what to expect, so you bring a few psychic and flying types, and then make the rest of your team fairly diverse type-wise just in case.
You’re able to battle your way through the trainers and work your way through the Rock Smash puzzle with little difficulty. You meet me in a small room with wrestling mats on the floor and dumbells next to the walls. I’m working out on the opposite side of the room. I set down the weights as you approach. “I take it you are here to battle me.”
You nod. I flex. “Very well. If you want to receive my badge, you’re going to have to fight me for it. Literally.”
You decide maybe you just weren’t cut out for the trainer life.
“The Gym Leader just does her own thing, pretty much. She couldn’t pick just one type or theme, she just uses Pokémon she finds cute.”
Oh, yeah, I’m one of those. You-can-win-with-any-Pokémon-just-use-what-you-like. Whatever, that one multi-types douche from Kanto was pretty predictable, typical species, no tricky type combinations. ‘Cute’, huh? You switch in a few Steel and Poison Pokémon, expecting a couple Fairies. You remember that one Pachirisu story and bring a Ground type, just in case.
My Gym has zero trainers, but it’s full of bright colors and cheery pastels, cushions and stuffed Pokémon toys lying around on the plush carpet — and not in the creepy abandoned-kid’s-room way, just genuinely cute and playful. Feel-good. I greet you with a pleasant smile and offer you candy.
Ok, your expectations have been punched in the face every time so far, but you’ve actually got my personality pinned down, and there is absolutely no threat in it. You relax, and actually feel confident for once.
“I’m not particularly good, let’s just have fun!” I tell you cheerfully.
I send out a Hydreigon.
It’s the last gym on your route.
You have no idea what to expect anymore, so you’ve amassed what you believe is the perfect team: it’s well-balanced to defeat anything you come across.
The gum is blank white walls with glowing symbols. There is no one to defeat along the way, only puzzles to crack before you reach me, the gym leader.
You brace yourself, ready for any Pokémon I may throw at you.
Until I grab my watch and summon Wargraymon.
You’re in the digiverse now, trainer.
my heart says yes but my mom says no
unviersity application: what are your three best qualities? me: im gay i have soft hair and sometimes i cry because i love my friends
you’ve heard of joots, jants, and jorts, now get ready for...
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@mama-germany that’s a jweater
Damn, u right
@exoqenesis
Dragon Stapler on Amazon
oh what you need those papers attached? yeah one sec lemme jusAAAAAAAAAAACHOMP THERE YOU GO CHARLES
A HELPFUL FRIEND
Immediately bought
I need this as well :D
@shiraglassman you need this
@inevitableparadoxes
never seen awful statues?? I think u are forgetting all of Michelangelo’s attempts at sculpting women, the big queer
Damn, how could I forget?
Dented oranges are my favorite type of breast
Michel-I’ve never seen a naked woman-angelo
he literally just sculpted a man’s pectorals and put lumpy lemons on them
Okay to be fair, there are a shitton of Virgin Mary paintings that show Mickey wasn’t the only dude out there doing religious art who hadn’t a fucking clue what breasts were supposed to be.
Madonna Nursing the Christ Child, Robert Champin’s (c. 1375 – 26 April 1444) workshop. Tiny shoulderboobs will be a theme here, as will babies who look like they want to start a fight.
Madonna With Child, Rogier van der Weyden, c.1450. Please note that we have both tiny boob and an invisible nipple.
Mary and Child, Gerard David (1490). Even the baby isn’t buying it.
Madonna Nursing the Christ Child, Legend of the Master of the Magdalen (15th-16th century)
Galaktotrophousa, Master Ioannis (1778). Yes, there’s a boob in this picture.
And my favorite, for bonus points of “why is this even a thing”:
The Miraculous Lactation of St. Bernard, Alonso Cano (1650)
This painting depicts the spiritual nourishing of St. Bernard by the milk of Our Lady, based on this legendary mystical experience: Bernard prayed before a statue of the Madonna, asking her, “Show yourself a mother” (“Monstra te esse Matrem”). The statue came to life and and squirted milk from the breast onto the Saint’s lips.
So yeah, Michelangelo couldn’t sculpt a boob to save his goddamn life, but if he was cribbing off of other artists, he can be forgiven. At least one of them might have seen a boob and still fucked up this bad.
