sorry this tweet is just Very Good and im glad

You know I always thought that America needed to fix some things but at this point I think it just meed to crash and burn and just restart.

May the disabled who have been screaming about this for decades please evacuate first? Like...not our fault here. And America’s starting to practice some skeevy eugenics so...

Starting to? Sweetie lets not lie, we both know our country has been doing this crap for a long while

“Follow me,” Logan said, turning to leave the Imagination. “I believe I have some material on… a similar topic.”

“Really?” Roman asked, following Logan. “Logan, do you have information on everything?”

“Do you need my help or not?”

“Yeah,” Roman sighed. “I do.”

They had been walking for what seemed like hours when Logan stopped in his tracks. They were in a dark hallway that was sparsely lit by torches, and the flickering quality of the light cast a shadow over Logan’s face.

“Uh, Logan?” Roman looked over Logan’s shoulder to try and peer down the hall. “Why’d you sto-oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hello, brother dear!” Remus said cheerfully. 

He was leaning casually on his morning star and wearing a grin that stretched from ear to ear, an uncomfortably bright look in his eyes. 

“What do you want, Remus?” Roman asked through gritted teeth. 

“Why, to help you on your quest, of course!” Remus chirped. “Poor old Patton and dear old Virgil, stuck as stone…what shall we do about that?”

“I swear Remus, if you did this to them-”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything,” Remus said, waving his hand. “I just know how to fix it.”

im going to bed for a week

Straight boys be like

“?????? you fuckign talk to me?????????????????? duh???”

Have a delicious cup of TEA

Ep.24/21 & 46: Unconditional Love

Detention Centers are becoming Death Camps

FROM NEW SANCTUARY COALITION “We don’t have soap or cleaning supplies. We’re locked in for over 18 hours a day. We’re locked in rooms with people who are sick and have been in contact with people who’ve tested positive but they won’t test us. We have no protection.• 6 phones for 60 people and we’re only allowed to call during 3 hours a day so there’s always a crowd around the phones, they’re not cleaned or disinfected between calls. They tested a few people with symptoms but sent them back in with us before the results came back and won’t tell them what the results are.•They aren’t giving us safety gear. They’re not taking any tests or precautions. The officers aren’t being tested. They’re still bringing in new detainees from other states and other facilities in here with us. They’re not testing them down in intake. Nobody feels safe in here at all.•I’m having chest pains I don’t know what to do. Medical isn’t doing anything because they don’t have the training or test available. The staff don’t care what happens to us. It’s a few more people in here coughing and they still have them locked up in here with us. The unit flooded with brown water top and bottom floor and we were forced to clean it all with no protective gear. I need help. ” ICE is holding people whose only “crime” is the legal equivalent of forgetting to renew your driver’s license in conditions that virtually guarantee that they will be infected with, suffer with, and potentially die from Covid-19. I’m not going to sugarcoat this: these detention centers are going to become death camps. The situation is so dire that detained Friends across the country are undertaking hunger strikes as a form of nonviolent protest. And in response, officers are menacing them with rifles, threatening them with isolation, removal of phone call rights, and deportation. Telling them that they will never see their homes or families again unless they give up their protest. We at New Sanctuary Coalition will not rest until every Friend is released from detention. And we need your help to make that happen.   WHAT YOU CAN DO RIGHT NOW: (1) Call your local representative and ask “What are you doing to protect people who are detained?” (2) Call the jails and demand that they #FreeThemAll immediately. (3) Call the airlines and demand that they stop transporting human beings for ICE. (4) Donate to the L.I.F.E. Bond Fund – we have drained the bond fund to get our Friends out, and continue to bond Friends out as soon as new donations come in. The average bond right now is $7,500. Every dollar you can spare helps. (5) Donate to New Sanctuary – everything about Covid-19 has made our work more crucial, and more complicated. We need your support now more than ever. In solidarity, Ravi Ragbir p.s. – NSC staff are working night and day to #FreeThemAll and to support our Friends outside of detention as well. Volunteers are the backbone of this effort, and there are many ways to help out from the safety of your home. Click here to explore opportunities and sign up! New Sanctuary Coalition http://www.newsanctuarynyc.org/

@Nestlé

Am I blind to not notice the littlest details like how Alastor's pupils minimized and dilated accordingly to his emotions?

AM I THE ONLY ONE

Also

this is probably the largest pupils he had on the episode. And the fact that they're dilated when he's looking at Charlie-

THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN ON TUMBLR BUT

reblogging because someone liked it and DIDN'T REBLOG smh 🤦‍♀️

MAINTAIN B A L A N CE

I think it's balanced now???

so, earlier i saw a post making fun of the idea of kids having a tumblr prom, and i laughed too, because i remembered how silly that was back in, what, 2011? but it wasn’t all that silly, it was pretty cute, actually. a lot of people dressed up, some in character, and asked each other out, and posted costumes and drew each other flowers, and yeah maybe it was a little cringey, but it was sweet. it was well-meaning. a lot of people genuinely had fun. 

and it isn’t 2011 again, is the thing. 

this year, an entire graduating class of seniors isn’t going to get to go to prom. or graduation. at all. ever. no homecoming, no prom, no graduation, no signing yearbooks. maybe you’re old enough that you don’t remember how much these things meant when you were eighteen, and maybe they really didn’t mean anything to you at all, but this is something that until a month ago millions of teenagers had every expectation of getting to do, and now they won’t. these are milestones a century of american teens have gotten to celebrate as they grew from kids to young adults, and these kids this year get to sit at home and watch the world burn as a bunch of old people lie to each other. 

let them have an online prom. let them dress up and reach out to each other and try to find a little joy in a world that has profoundly failed them. i’m a millennial, i know how bitter it is to come of age and find everything i was promised by everyone older than me to evaporate just before i reached it: that good job college was supposed to get me, that house in the suburbs, the world that wasn’t on fire. and now gen z is going through something even worse. 

the kids aren’t alright. no one is alright. none of this is alright. 

fuck it: tumblr prom. 

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That clear?

Rich celebrities should be responding to the COVID-19 pandemic like this or they shouldn't be saying anything at all.

There are celebrites far richer than them sobbing and acting like they're in the same boat as the rest of us with an abundance of money and supplies while doing nothing to actually help. This isn't the first time Rob and kaitlin have used their money for good and it certainly wont be the last.

“mom/dad said to tell you we’re having pizza.” “i borrowed your ___. i hope that’s fine.” “you know i’ve got your back, right? i know i don’t always make it obvious, but..” “get out of my room!!!” “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hit you that hard. you can hit me back if you want.” “did he/she/they make you cry? want me to kill him/her/them?” “it’s my turn with the xbox/ps4/etc, you’ve been playing for hours!” “*greets them with nothing but a loud screech and then a nod*” “get out of the bathroom! it’s been hours!” “i hate watching tv shows written by people who didn’t have siblings. i think i’d rather die than call you lil’ bro/sis/etc.” “hey, i promised i’d be there for you. i’m not gonna break that promise.” “i’m having friends over. don’t bother them.” “can you drive me to the store/park/etc?” “*sits on them to establish dominance*” “i told you to leave the ketchup out! i was gonna use it!” “wanna walk to the park?” “nice shirt you ugly loser.” “okay, i’m the only person who’s allowed to call you an ugly loser.” “*walks into their room, stares for 10 full seconds, walks back out without closing the door*” “can you stop singing in the shower?? it’s seven in the morning!” “go kick his ass. i’ll be your alibi if you get arrested for it.” “why are you calling me? it’s 3 in the morning.” “i got you wendy’s but i ate like half your fries on the way here.” “this is the fourth time in the past hour you’ve asked me to play just dance with you and i don’t know why you want to play because last time you got so mad when i beat you that you threw the controller at me.” “hey, check out this video–” “*30 minutes after a fight* wanna go to dunkin donuts?”

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

That is the comfiest looking mug of cocoa (with marshmallows) I’ve ever seen!