so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

i need all the help i can get for finals

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

At this point literally anything helps.

For my upcoming mid terms, semi finals and finals. Please.

Eh fuck it let’s do this not like i’m gonna lose anything anyways

Fuck it we ball

This?? Worked??? I swear I was stressing out about a major decision and was out of options. Today, I went from having 0 to 3 AWESOME ones to choose from😭😭 REBLOG MAN THIS WORKS

here's your fucking feedback @staff

list of problems the removal of icons causes:

list of problems solved by removing icons:

here's some more feedback: maybe when you run an a/b test you should, idk, actually have a feedback form people can fill out about it somewhere

Anyone else need a dream daddy fangame but with the '86 Top Gun crew as the dads and the Daggersquad as their various kids.

Grey

A/N: Well, here I am again but with something new. For background, this story takes place in modern times. I lived through the 80s, and I just can't bring myself to write about them. I also feel strongly that you can move the entire ST cast and story forward 40 years, and everything still works. There is always a group of misfits.

We'll be skirting the line between reader insert and OC, but I figure if we as readers can imagine ourselves as cheerleaders or secret agents, you can come with me on this particular journey.

Lastly, I don't have any fancy content warnings since this story is in its infancy, but I will update them as I go. I also don't like to disclose my plans. So, you'll just have to be as surprised as I am when updates occur. ;)

I hope you enjoy.

For @fracturedarkness

The first time you saw Eddie Munson, you sat outside your trailer doing your very best to dissociate from your past.

Fall had not yet turned into winter, but here in Indiana, the predominantly flat landscape made the strong chill in the air bite at your cheeks and sting your eyes. It was unfamiliar terrain, a stark difference from what you’d left, but you told yourself you’d drive until you ran out of gas. But when you did, it still didn’t feel far enough. You hastily refueled and kept on driving, ending up in Hawkins, Indiana. It felt like another world, light years away from the one you’d fled. 

And so there you sat, in a rickety, green, folding lawn chair outside a half-orange, single-wide, drafty trailer bundled up in a hoodie, thick boots, and the only pair of blue jeans you still owned. The drab, brown grass and near winter-dormant trees matched your mood - somber. You reminded yourself to be grateful for this freedom, this fresh air, this small, rusted out circle containing the fire you’d built to keep warm. A month ago, this patchy driveway, disturbingly freezing trailer, and miles and miles of silence were an impossibility.

WAIT WHERES TBE FUCMING SEARCH BAR

PUT HER BACK

thank you Jennifer

Because tumblr swallowed it while. I am looking for a specific Bradley Rooster Bradshaw fic. Starts out after the Uranium Mission, the daggers are at the Hard Deck talking about what they are gonna do while being sent home and they find out that rooster has a girl he’s been fwb for for 15 years. Anyone know it?

Thanks in advance

‘Twas @honeysimagines fic link here:

Thanks for setting me on the right path!

— Gordon Lightfoot, The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald

47 years ago today, November 10 1975, all 29 of the crew aboard the Edmond Fitzgerald lost their lives when the ship wrecked in a storm on Lake Superior.

"Call to the Last Watch" - my piece for Light Grey Art Lab's The End Is Nigh show! In nautical tradition a ship's bell is rung upon a sailor's death to symbolize that they have finished their final watch. In the case of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, the only item ever recovered from the ship was it's bell. After it's restoration, it was rung 30 times - once for each life lost on the ship, with an additional toll for all those lost on the great lakes.

So... Hear me out.... Ransom... Hypnosis... Imbalanced power dynamic.... All sorts of tied-up shenanigans...

I mean... I think it could work

It is cable knit sweater season 😏

terfs have this bizarre victim complex where they think that everyone hates them bc they don't want to sleep with trans people, but actually we hate them bc they physically cannot stop announcing this fact at every given opportunity

imagine if you dated a woman with a monobrow and you're not attracted to her bc you can't take her monobrow seriously, and rather than being like "sorry, i don't think it's gonna work out between us" you instead make a twitter account where you constantly post pictures of women with monobrows and make fun of them and talk about how nobody will ever want to sleep with them because of their monobrows, and sometimes you find a picture of a girl with a few stray hairs between her eyebrows and start getting all conspiracy-theory about it, like, "i bet this chick secretly has a monobrow. i bet she plucks it every morning. she thinks she's being subtle, but i can always tell." this is what terfs sound like to me

carey price on his indigenous roots

Today is the only day you can reblog this meme, everyone

Happy 22/2/22 day!

“i don’t really camp a lot but i’d love to do a little bit more of that, so get a little bit better with outdoorsy stuff maybe. i like being outside, i like being active.” : sidney crosby in his survivor era

This man really said: I know “1” thing and that’s it.

Love it tho.

finally drew Steve in that all-black civil war concept art suit