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YOU ARE THE REASON
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i don't do bad sauce passes
almost home
JBB: An Artblog!
Love Begins
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches
I got Sonic the Hedgehog.
Sonic the freaking Hedgehog.
Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.
I GOT A SPARKLY NICHOLAS CAGE
I GOT LUKE HEMMINGS ROLLING HIS EYES WHAT THE HELL
didnt you die
That was weeks ago dude. Things change
trainshipping drabble: late night phone call and insecurities.
They’re settling down for the night, Victor and his Pokemon friends. They’ve decided to camp underneath the stars, because why not? It’s a beautiful, clear night, complete with stars that dazzle all that look to the sky. The long, exciting day has prompted the young Trainer to call it a night, despite most of Pokemon being rather restless, still playful even as the stars shine. Victor brings the only tired Pokemon close-Sobble-and sighs, playful frustration meshing with adoration. The others will tire out pretty soon, then they’ll sleep like rocks.
So Victor falls asleep, first with Sobble, then with his Pidove perching on his arm. But then Pidove alerts him to his phone ringing, the bird frantically trying to get his attention. Groaning in protesting, returning to a world of stars and tireless Pokemon, Victor reaches for his phone, mumbling: “The world better be ending…” before answering the call with a monotone ‘hello?’
A small sob pops out from the other end, followed by a muffled, tearful ‘Vic?’
Victor almost jumps out of the tent in shock. The phone flies out of his hands but is promptly retrieved by Sobble. “Hop?!” the young Trainer exclaims, eyes wide, definitely awake. “Is that you?”
The voice on the other end is definitely familiar, but is not at all cheerful. “Yeah, it’s me, mate. Sorry to call you so late.”
“No no no, it’s fine,” Victor gasps. His frantic tone attracts all of his Pokemon’s attention-they rush to him, exchanging panic-stricken glances, wondering what’s going on. “Are you hurt? Are you safe? Where are you? What’s going on? Are your Pokemon with you?”
Hop assures him he’s safe, he’s perfectly fine, he has settled down for the night too, but: “I just…I…I don’t…think I know what I’m doing,” he admits, heart growing heavier with each word, not at all the usual energetic and optimistic Hop Victor’s used to talking to. Victor clutches the phone, clearly worried, heart racing-
“What happened? Did someone say something to you? Was it Bede?”
Hop’s crying. Victor feels as though Charizard’s claws are going right through him. “Yeah. We had another battle today, and…he’s right. They’re all right. I’m really no good. I’m worthless.”
The Trainer on the other end starts crying harder, definitely helpless, trapped, not knowing what to do, where to go, how to even reach the upcoming sunrise.
Victor clutches the phone even harder, biting his bottom lip.
im drunk im gonna make a twet and tag it random shit and lets see if i remeber it by morning
i didnt remember.
The fanart you reblogged is from sanders sides btw! also encase you didnt know your ask button goes to a different blog page that doesnt exist anymore
ah ty!! also i think i knew at some point but forgot because im a dinngus- guessing it takes you to the ask page for my old url before i changed it a few months ago. thankyou for tellinn me!
gay people: historically, we’ve always existed.
the cishets: *shit themselves in confusion*
OHIWUHWIU
i cant stop thinking about them im sORRY
WHAT FANDOM IS THIS I MUST KNOW
so uh the NITW guy is a rapist
https://twitter.com/unburntwitch/status/1166212005629325313?s=21
“I’ve been silent about this for almost my entire career and i can’t do it anymore. Sorry if this is rambling and messy, I’m scared shitless
please be more specific than "the nitw guy". people are most likely to associate that title with scott benson, the creator / writer and artist of the game, who is fully standing by zoe (the victim) during this.
the rapist is alec holowca, the programmer and music composer for the game. he is scum and there shouldnt be any misunderstandings about who he is.
let’s all agree to throw shit at him anywhere we see him
I love the weirdly specific rules that go with answering a riddle. Like, “I Have Two Eyes But I Cannot See: What Am I?” And the answer’s supposed to be the word ‘iridescent’ because ‘two *i*’s’ right, but like. Why can’t the answer be like… A guy with really bad cataracts. Someone wearing a blindfold. My uncle’s dog. Like why does it gotta be deep
“I have a face but no eyes lips or nose, what am I?” Slenderman. Next
It walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three legs in the evening. What is it? A dog with a muscular disease.
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs? Snake.
What disappears when you say it’s name? my brother when it’s his turn to get the trash
I think you have missed the meaning of the riddles
Listen. Listen if I’m trapped between a wall of sentient fire and a goblin mage who will only reveal the one true path across the forbidden glade if I answer his riddles three, I’m not going to waste time struggling for the answer with the deepest life lesson. I’m gonna pick an answer that fits the criteria and I’m gonna stick with it. “A poor man has it and a rich man needs it” it’s a flashlight. They’re in a cave. The poor man is a tour guide. Next Question before my ass burns off, Por Favour
ok but if you wanna take the literal approach to them why the fuck don’t you just drop kick the goblin mage, like they aren’t that big are they
okay, i don’t hate kids. i think they’re sort of funny. i like that you can talk to them like an adult and they’ll make sounds like they understand. i taught one kid “phosphorescence” and he looked at me and said, “they could just call it glowing if it means something that glows.” the kid undid the entire science community in one sentence.
but i hate kids.
or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.
when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties.
my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.
and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?
and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.
i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them.
but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.”
i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom.
it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.”
i want to be my own purpose. not here for the sake of passing genes on.
This sums up everything I’ve ever felt about societal expectation of motherhood.
Exactly.
Yesterday at a gathering my brother played foosball upstairs while my mother and a gaggle of grandparents poked at me to look at the new baby, hold the new baby, don’t you want your own baby, don’t you want to have a baby? You don’t really mean ‘no’, just hold the baby, as if touching it would flip a switch in my head and change my mind.
I don’t want a baby.
I love children. Children are fun and honest and precious and exciting. I LOVE children. Children love me. Children tug on my arms and drag me around to show me bugs and ask for help and share their toys. I’m good with kids. I like talking to kids.
I don’t want a baby.
i’m 14 and whenever i say that no, a need for sex has not consumed my entire life, and no, i still haven’t gained much interest in risking my life so that some screaming demon can suck up my life for a year before it starts to be human, i get weird looks from my parents, and my parents then say i’m lying, or a late bloomer.
ryan or shane?
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Lincoln’s dead. How about you join him?
me and my partner have been obsessed with the unhinged insanity of this video for the last day. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can feel parts of my body shutting down in self-defense while watching this. The amount of damage food like this does should be criminalized. The sheer amount of dairy in it alone is a capital crime.
I’m reblogging this to find it to use as an appetite suppressant in future.
it just keEPS GOING
Can we talk about this video and how I CAN NOT.
…the fuck.
The “And One More Thing” quality of this reminds me of the Taco Town SNL sketch
i think what makes this one special is how long into the video it remains credibly edible. like “oh it’s pulled chicken. oh, chicken tacos. chicken tacos in a pizza shape? okay sour cream goes with tacos, the mayo’s weird but. hey wait what are you doing with those frying ingredients”
“kind of tempted to make that deep fried bbq chicken deep dish quesadilla pepperoni pizza tonight”
Someone on Twitter made it. It filled them only with regret.
NO NO NO NO NO NONE OF THIS IS OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
when you realize you dont have the motivation anymore to finish a thing *shoves this here* i do still wanna show it tho cause I spent time on this and i want people to sees it @hellpark
you guys are missing the best fucking part
Yeah Karen
#this was a ride I wish I had not taken
im officially done with everything about the internet
We can talk about that goddamn shitty movie Maleficent till the cows come home, go on and on about how stupid it is to make such a simply evil but awesome villain the martyr for no goddamn reason.
But you know what I want?
I want a spinoff of the Beauty and the Beast about the one who cursed Adam (the beast,) the Enchantress.
Because this bitch
This fucking bitch, is possibly as evil, maybe even more evil and sadistic than Maleficent.
The Enchantress cursed the prince because he failed a test, he was unkind to her because she presented herself as an ugly old hag. She turned him into a werewolf minotaur hybrid (fucking cool I’ll give her that,) because he was rude to her and didn’t want her rose.
So she cursed him, along with every single one of his servants. What did his servants have to do with any of this? Why are they being punished?
Not only that, but this stood out to me when I watched the movie again. When the spell is broken, all of the monstrous statues and art pieces transform into graceful, beautiful ones, I’m assuming that’s what they looked like before.
So this enchantress not only cursed him and his servants (oh and his fucking DOG DID I MENTION THAT) she took away every beautiful thing he had, replacing them with things like goblins, dragons, ghouls and other monsters, just to remind him what he was and what she had done to him, and he would have to look at them every single day.
I’m going to rightfully assume she provided the magic mirror as well, all of the magic in the movie stems from her, the mirror most likely came from her. His only window to the outside world is a handheld mirror, so he can fucking look at himself.
But you know what the kicker is?
If we take these two lines into consideration
“The rose, which was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year” ~Narrator
“Ten years we’ve been rusting…” ~ Lumiere
We can reasonably deduce that the Enchantress cursed the prince when he was eleven years old.
I want this filthy green bitch publicly exposed.
Not only did she curse an 11 year old, she cursed an 11 year old PRINCE in the middle of a dark night who refused a stranger shelter because, get this, I’m 20 and if some weird old lady showed up at my door in the middle of he night and was like Yo Can I Sleep Here i would probably just close and lock my door because!!!!
Who is she!!!! I don’t know her!!!! What if she tried to kill me or stole everything!!
This boy is a prince living in a palace of luxury and he was probably given the “don’t talk to strangers” talk by his (dead??) royal parents!! Or at least Mrs. Potts!! He was probably like this lady’s gonna steal our silverware and candle sticks in the middle of the night and all she’s giving me is a rose that was probably picked from our own garden?? Bye lady.
attention everyone, the enchantress is a bitchass motherfucker
