Many bones to pick. @theothermaddy-blog - Tumblr Blog

ignisgayentia

the clint barton™ that we all deserve

fuks

jasonhorton

Target is pretty slick

cj-twig-deactivated20241014

i want kids but i dont wanna be pregnant or give birth but i dont wanna adopt either because i want them to be mine do you see my problem

basically you want to be a father

todes-stille-blog

this is the most accurate thing i ever read

me: "no honestly I'm the most chill person you'll ever meet"

me: *throws shade 24/7*

me: *blatantly hates everyone and everything*

me: *is overdramatic*

me: *is a major asshole*

me: *complains about everything*

slajm

thenathanzed

this just made my whole week

lloungefly

@snakemeupinside !!!!!!!

stoleyourcarbon

thank u for this gift to humankind

eldeviouswolf

de4ctiv4ted-deactivated20170930

“Do not talk to me or my grandson ever again.”

kylo-forever-blog

I AM VERY

lonewolfed-deactivated20160722

Legendary Wolf.

infochores

i dont think teen wolf has actualy ever topped this moment.

ultrafacts

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geistygeist

yabbadabbadotty

reblogging for the art

double-rods-deactivated20171120

I want something said like that about me.

satine-kryze-rules-deactivated2

the day i don’t reblog this is the day I’m dead. look at the art IM DYING

i-cannot-live-without-coffee

@southcarolinamermaid

kyungusoo-deactivated20200513

i’m so tired of the AU where your soulmate’s name is on your wrist. i want my enemy’s name on my wrist. i wanna know who i’m going to have to physically fight eventually. turn on your fucking location

thesubsided-deactivated20160615

Okay but imagine the potential for great story telling.

Sure you’ll have people who legitimately hate each other. Want to fight it out behind the Arby’s. Fine.

But think about having Sabrina from fourth grade who stole your Peek-A-Pooh limited edition phone decal on your wrist. You haven’t seen her since then but OH does she make your blood boil.

Think about the person you’re high key crushing on from a distance. You finally get the nerve to go up and talk to them. Only to see your name is on their wrist.

You move schools and make a new best friend. You hang out with her ALL THE TIME. You wear long sleeves it’s kinda your thing. The name Beatrice on your wrist doesn’t exactly suit your aesthetic. Everything is cool and you think this girl is really special. Only for her one day to say offhand “oh yeah, Sarah’s actually my middle name. My first name’s Beatrice I mean ew, ammirite?”

On year wrist is the name Taylor. There are about 1000 Taylor’s in your area. You’re constantly on edge.

You’re born with your parent’s name on your wrist.

You really hate confrontation so you pretend like that backstabbing Susie who’s friends with your bff doesn’t exist. Each day you see her name on your wrist and get an awful knot in your stomach.