In what world is tall muscular man not conventionally attractive
We've all been down here too long. I truly think there's a chunk of tumblr's population that can no longer survive sunlight.
women will say “hear me out” and show u a photo of pyramid head and then tumblr users will go “this is a perfectly normal man and an ice cold take”
I think my love for being tickled is partly tied to my depression. Like sometimes I just need someones tickly fingers and teases to give me that rush of endorphins and dopamine to remind me I can feel something other than this empty, sad, heaviness that likes to sneak up on me. It's like a happiness defibrillator for my brain.
Unfortunately Pickles did not win the magazine photo contest so we shipped him off to the oil rig 👍
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “i fill my ass with orange juice”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: ”17 cocks”
always reblog tumblr identification
this post makes me want to gouge my eyes out
im laughins so hard who changed it
WHO TF EDITED THE SHOELACE POST
No seriously the edit function has been gone for years who did this
It's gonna be such a funny mess when Donald Trump dies of a stroke on April 1st, 2024.
Like to charge, reblog to cast
Honestly? They had me at "Trump dies".
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
10 Horror Movies About Cults To Consider For October/Halloween
obsessed where stories where it is like. the mistakes are unfixable and the worst thing that could happen happened and nothing can go back to how it was. but there was still love in this and love will continue after this and love endures always.
The natural companion post to my favorite post
Sorry everyone. It's another one of these posts. I'm still without housing at this point. Things are a little bit safer for me. I can't stay with my one friend anymore, though. He's apparently got his own issues to deal with, and I'm just adding more stress on him.
The therapist I started seeing in September has referred me to a social worker to help me with housing. Because any time I start to make progress in an area of my life, things fall apart again. The social worker will be there to guide me through things so I don't get overwhelmed like I have before. Our immediate focus will be getting a roof over my head, because it's starting to get a little cooler at night. And I don't want to sleep in my vehicle during the cold winter nights.
I know everyone is under a strain right now. To everyone that's donated to me already, you all are amazing. You've helped me get a decent meal or keep gas in the car by doing that - those are my pretty basic expenditures currently. I still need help with those sorts of things. If you're unable to give right now, I get it. But please hit the reblog button and maybe someone else out there can. Thanks everyone!
As usual, just going to tag folks so they know what's going on. @animusrox @talesfromthecrypts @classichorrorblog @losthavenmine @videocore1984 ,@xenobites @xrgr1 @harrison-ford @comicbookvillain @hereticstations @thequantumranger
I've finally done it. I've done a chapter.
Summary:
Voldemort has the most ingenious idea ever.
Why not raise the Potter boy as his own?
Unfortunately for him, the plan works out a little too well.
Also, for the people interested in this fic because of the art, honestly, I don't blame you, because HOLY SMOKES THAT'S SOME HOT ART, but I'm not gonna lie, this fic is a whole different genre from what the art shows.
Thanks again to tomarrybigbang for hosting this fun event, and thanks to my partner for creating an awesome piece for my fic!
Summary: Luna is never embarrassed, which means Draco has to be the one blushing. Neither of them really mind. (Based on a prompt by @itslittlegiggle that I’ve been hoarding in my inbox for god knows how long! Hope y’all enjoy it!)
It had been quite a surprise for Draco Malfoy to realize that he was pining after Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw girl in the year below him, and probably the most teased girl in Hogwarts since Moaning Myrtle had been alive. He felt himself drawn to her individualism, her quirkiness, and how she acted like none of the bullies made the slightest dent in her armor. Not only did she hold her head up with pride when people made jokes about her clothes, her jewelry, her beliefs, or her relationship, but she refused to change a thing about herself to make it stop
Of course, he would come to learn that the bullying did get under her skin, when he found her wandering the halls, searching for her shoes that had been stolen once again. As a Prefect, he should have given her detention. But he was going soft for her, it seemed, as he instead took it upon himself to help her look, and after they found the pair of pink shoes hanging from a suit of armor’s hand, she had given him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.
And, well, it had sort of spiraled from there, until eventually, the halls of Hogwarts were filled with whispered gossip about how Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood were apparently going out. Most people said that Draco could do better - he scoffed at that, as if those people knew what he wanted. Others questioned if Luna had snuck him a love potion or put him under some sort of spell. He may or may not have hexed a fourth year for implying it. And despite all the rumors, Luna had no issue coming up to him in the halls and wrapping her arms around his neck, ignoring the eyes on them.
I DON'T GO HERE BUT I THINK NOW I DO 😭😭 THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL WUT DA FWIP
Dream houses
Not to keep reliving trauma on main, but I'm getting weird deja vu from where my health was a few years ago and where it's at now. And most of it is revolving around Good Omens.
In May of 2019, we genuinely thought I was dying because I was dying. My organs were in the process of shutting down because my red blood cells were prematurely self-destructing and damaging my kidneys in the process, and I was rapidly coming to terms with the fact that I might not survive much longer. I'd fought the good fight, and I'd lost. Mostly due to medical neglect. And I was mad about a lot of things, but do you know what I remember from the traumatic blur I'm left with?
"I'm going to be so pissed if I die before Good Omens comes out."
I'd waited 20+ years at that point for something like a tv adaptation of Good Omens. Ever since I was a child and my dad read the book to me, and I fell in love with it. And here I was, mere weeks away from the TV release and on the verge of death.
Then like a miracle, a miracle that hinged on human compassion and a doctor being willing to listen to me, I was saved. Dragged back from the jaws of death by a relentless hematology department that refused to give up on me and ultimately saved my life. And a week later, I got to watch Good Omens propped up in my own bed, still weak, still ill, with my heart stuttering in my chest every time I laughed. And I remember thinking, "I did it. I got to see it."
That it's now it's 2023 and my health has tanked again. My organs are rebelling against me and no one seems to know why. But yet again, a few weeks before Good Omens is set to release, I find a doctor who listens to me and is doing all he can to help. Striving with the grim kind of determination that can only come from a place of compassion and care. Like my world is worth saving, and not just his.
Which is rather fitting, I think.
I'm glad you'll be here for the next round. And it makes me a bit more determined that somehow we will finish the story.
cowboys be like "nah that feller is just a companion to keep the trail a bit less lonely & a lot less dangerous" & then ride funny in the saddle the next 2 days
…Well, there’s my blood sugar levels shot to hell for the next hour or so… :)
“If this hurts my shows I’m gonna riot” “they better not cancel my favorite show” “this is so selfish I NEED this show” “what about my mental health now that they—“
So you agree. Show-writers are important to you and to the industry and should be compensated accordingly for their important work.
Between 1885 and 1967, approximately 49,000 homosexual men were convicted of gross indecency under British law. After a year of government-mandated hormonal therapy, Alan Turing committed suicide on June 7th 1954. He was 41 years old.
