ah, yes,,, my 3 alignments,,,,

id: three text images. They read “neutral tired,” “chaotic idiot,” and “lawful romantic”

Wow I didn’t know u could have three alignments but here it is

me, gay and running out of breath going up the stairs: I bet I could run a farm

me, gay with scoliosis and a joint problem and depression and anxiety and running out of breath going up the stairs: I CAN run a farm I just have to do it in my own way!!

2 yrs later:

Me, gay with a chronic hip injury, anxiety, depression, ADD and STILL running out of breath from stairs even as I type this from my bed in the farmhouse:

me, gay with depression, adhd, chronic migraines & assorted other bullshit, but also with a boulder i dug out from the garden:

this is the most inspiring post of all time I too am gay and want to just run a goat farm.

dumbass thot and edgy bitch is The Best Duo type allow me to demonstrate:

The only robin hood movie since 1993 thats worth anything is princess of thieves starring keira knightly and only bc we got to see her shoot a bunch of arrows and beat up a bunch of men whilst in full medieval butch top regalia

Tell me she doesnt look 100% ready and willing to ravage the beds of each maiden in nottingham before reluctantly leaving them at daybreak because she knows they deserve better than a life on the run in the shadows and she can never give them more than a pleasurable night that theyll dream about each time their inevitably disappointing husband cant make them orgasm

As an amateur Robin Hood scholar and a practicing homosexual, I can verify all of this

a good evolution

Memes have become so heavily context-dependent that they briefly spawned a side-phenomenon of corporations mistakenly assuming that the image combinations are simply random, and that “randomness” is what the new generation finds humorous, and then deliberately creating nonsense ads in a desperate attempt to appeal to the youth, which went on for several years before they finally started hiring younger social media managers.

Only valid addition

the gangsey as things my friends have said

gansey

ronan

adam

noah

blue

henry

i found a christian retelling of the first harry potter book and it claims that birthdays are unholy and are made up

some highlights

I’ll add more when i read more

more

I can’t believe i found a fic to rival My Immortal

This is some anti My Immortal shit

how does one sob femininely? 

PLEASE SOMEONE SEND ME A NAME OR A LINK TO THIS

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10644439/1/Hogwarts-School-of-Prayer-and-Miracles

I love you thank you

Dumbledore is married to McGonagall.

There are several paragraphs describing beloved fictional characters’ chest hair.

Slytherins are Catholics.

Petunia wears pant suits.

“Aunt Petunia smacked her hands over Harry’s young ears; and her voice was sickly sweet when she said, “Thank you very much for your concern, sir, but he does not need your religion, he has science and socialism and birthdays. “

Reblog if you don’t need religion because you have science socialism and birthdays

We’ve found it. The illusive reverse My Immortal

As a fairly non-religious jew I don’t think I ever appreciated how badass the story of passover was until I considered how it would look to your average egyptian dude living through it

Imagine growing up all your life being waited on by a race of slaves who despite living in squalor cling to the belief that they were the chosen of this omnipotent elder god. You laugh this up, pray to Horus and then go about your day

Then one day, a slave with a robe and staff barges into the palace claiming to be the hand of an elder god and demands liberation. You grab the popcorn and try to get a front row seat while the two highest level clerics in the entire kingdom demolish the guy, then watch in shock as he summons a giant cobra and kills them both in one go.

Then, Over the next 10 days you watch this warlock proceed to flood your rivers with blood, summon hordes of wild vermin, drop a pestilence on your people and livestock.

All the while your king goes off and says “we don’t negotiate with terrorists”

Its at this point that the hand of a dark and ancient god has had enough, and with a wave of his scepter like a conductors baton, he calls down the fucking reckoning. As meteors stream from the sky, the warlock yells out his incantation. It’s not an ancient tongue, or poem of dread. Just four simple words: “let my people go”. With one more breath he raises his staff, and with the screaming of a million angels he puts out the sun

At this point I should point out that with each plague this sorcerer has turned the domain of one of your gods against you, starting with Sobek: god of the Nile and working his way up until it appears he has struck down Horus: the god of gods.

Your gods are dead, and the only one still alive is your pharaoh: the representative of the gods on earth

Now, with extreme prejudice, this sorcerer summons a fucking angel of death, and one by one it slaughters the heir of every family until your own king, a firstborn himself pleads for mercy and gives in.

As the freed slaves retreat, your king grins and unleashes a sneak attack, pinning the sorcerer and his people between an army and the sea. Finally this sorcerer, who the whispers say was a fallen prince, raises his staff in mock surrender, and when he brings it down the fucking ocean shatters. Leaving a jagged crack for his people to escape

God fucking damn that’s hardcore

holy crap

The 2005 shooting scripts are a gift

How about we vote in a law that puts a cap on how long a government shut down can happen… say 20 days… before the president has to agree to a budget solution or else the 21st day congress begins the process of impreachment because civilian jobs and salaries and livelihoods are not a bargaining tool for the president to abuse is order to get their way

If you aren’t serving the people then you aren’t doing the job of the presidency and you need to be replaced

AMEN

solidarity

a multiverse of the same problems

mmmm chem hw dont know her

tag yourself im the entire bi column

The second secret was perfect in its concealment. Ronan did not say it. Ronan did not think it. He never put lyrics to the second secret, the one he kept from himself. But it still played in the background.

Every other straight man ever singing about a woman: wow baby you’re so sexy I love you because your body is sexy

Hozier, an intellectual and lesbian ally: I am a bird of prey and you are a sharp spike upon which I impale small rodents

Straight man #2505: we met at the club she was really hot

Forest lad himself: it was as my baby churned up the mud that she found me there, buried and alone

Fucking eduardo sheerman or whomever: I just want to errr kiss you babe

Andrew Hozier Byrnes: I want nothing more than for us to lay in a field together until we decompose and are eaten by foxes

Brando what the fuck ever: I’m too hot hot damn

Mr.Hozier himself: I light shit on fire because I Must

If 2018 taught me something, is that sometimes you have to be a fucking dumbass in order to start learning something. Embrace your dumb self and realize it’s only up from here. One day you’re gonna look back and you’re going to be like, damn, I was a diddly darn fool, but I sure as hell grew from it. Neat.