(to the tune of The Final Countdown) it’s a mental breakdown

*off-key kazoo*

After vine died we are reduced to text form vines

To the tune of YMCA

Mothman!

Your a moth and a man

I said

MOTHMAN

Your a man whose a moth

I said

MOTHMAN!

your pretty wings are so soft

when you 

flap

against

my

lampshade!

OH MY GOD YES

@heteroes-are-making-me-upsetero @interrabangarang @dahmersbeer @scuffed-tarot @jazzy-mcdurf

MOTHMAN

There’s no need for a frown

I said

MOTHMAN

Put that man on the ground

He’s so

FRIGHTENED

So high up in the air

Won’t you

Please

Put

Him

Down

@moth-ver-ka

IT’S FUN TO YELL AT THE

M

O

T

H

THE MAN WHO’S ALSO A

M

O

T

H

Thank you, I will never be able to sing the original lyrics

MUAHAHAHAHAHAA

calling all Gays™

hey everyone! i made a collaborative playlist on spotify for anyone in the lgbtq+ community (no allies) to add to called the gays are here. i started it off with mr. brightside by the killers. now, it’s your turn!!

please:

- add a song that made u a baby gay

- or one that ALL the gays know the words to

- or a song that’s really meaningful to u as an lgbtq+ person!

- rb and tag the song you added

- spread the word! this could be so great!

here’s the playlist link again. have a good ol’ time <3

“oh ur a singer? sing us something!”

“Oh ur an artist? Draw us something!”

“oh you’re a writer? Put me in your story!”

advantages to wearing oversized sweaters:

disadvantages to wearing oversized sweaters:

Guys think they’re totally not cute lol

the day i dress for a man is the day they dress me in my coffin to see jesus

You are Death, but in a post-apocaliptic world. Only a few survivors remain, and you’re doing everything you can to help them because if the last human dies, you die as well. The survivors can’t see you, but they feel your presence and noticed your effort. They started to call you Life.

Do you ever get that sudden outburst of motivation to go out and make your life better then after 5 minutes you’re like “yeah that’s not happening”

REBLOG IF YOU THINK BOYS CAN WEAR MAKEUP

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 

Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 

He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

omfg the amount of fucks college kids don’t give astounds me

IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREENSHOTS

I LOVE THE IMPLICATION THAT THIS STUDENT HAS A REPUTATION FOR SCALING THE BUILDINGS

this is amazing!!! lol

yall hear about fucking hb2796

NO I’M FUCKING SERIOUS HAVE Y’ALL HEARD ABOUT FUCKING HB2796 WHICH LITERALLY FUCKING EXCLUDES TRANS PEOPLE FROM CIVIL RIGHTS LEGISLATION

I’m going to keep fucking reblogging this

“ No Federal civil rights law shall be interpreted to treat gender identity or transgender status as a protected class, unless such law expressly designates “gender identity” or “transgender status” as a protected class. “

@yall I see ignoring this please dont. I get it its upseting, but this is IMPORTANT information that could SAVE our lives and our rights.

Also this boils down to stripping rights away from intersex and trans ppl from what I understand, meaning that we would no longer be protected under federal law. This is scary. Call your reps and get this shut down as soon as you can. We can beat this together. We need each other right now. Share this, spread this information.

how you can help:

call your local senator and representatives! websites like 5calls tell you your national representatives based on your location and if you use their mobile site, you can call those representatives through their site. they don’t yet have hb2796 on their site, but you can use their system regardless!

here is an example of something you can say: “My name is (your name) and I am a constituent in (your town/city/district).  I strongly oppose house bill 2796, which aims to remove gender identity protections from civil rights legislation by forcibly clarifying “gender” or “sex” to indicate only a person’s assigned gender at birth. Transgender people require civil rights protections as a vulnerable part of our population, and it is extremely important to me that they receive those protections. Thank you for your time and attention.”

IF YOU LEAVE A VOICEMAIL: leave your street address to ensure your call is tallied!

when you call, they will not argue with you, and basically just tally how many people contact them on a certain issue. also, if you want to support other issues on the 5calls site, don’t be afraid to make multiple separate calls! call volume matters and if you call more separate times it will be better.

Dammit I hate to use this blog for this but- from one trans guy to yall- this is important!

Your grandma always told you stories about a giant dragon that was so strong, that it took a thousand magicians to seal the dragon away in opposites. Fireflies are actually the soul of the dragon and waterfalls the blood that once ran through its veins. Today you woke up to the news that all waterfalls have stopped flowing and that biologist found that firefly populations are blinking out.

What I’m going to tell my kids

You were born in an au where , people have birth marks on there body which indicates the way they would die , like a round mark on your belly would mean  you die due to a bullet in your belly or something related to stomach alignment or a large mark on chest meaning you die of some heart related alignment .

You where born with a knife stab mark on your back. When you get pregnant unexpectedly you abort the child . Since then your birth mark (death mark) has vanished . ….

I have one on my right hip. Does that mean I’ll get cut in half.

Yes

(Image description: the rainbow, trans, lesbian, nonbinary, bisexual, asexual, intersex, pansexual, genderfluid, and aromantic pride flags with centered text. Together the text says: “There is nothing wrong with you. You are supposed to be here. It’s okay for you to love who you love. It’s okay for you to be who you are. You are exactly who you are meant to be. You are not broken. You were born perfect as you are. You belong in this community. You belong in this world. You are wonderful and worthy and enough.”)

Not just actors are theater kids ♥️ A shout out to the rest of the team!

I showed this post to my boyfriend and he tried to take his shirt off like a girl and 

uh

yeah

Out of the 82k notes my post got this is by far the best comment holy shit thank u for being u

So i tried it both ways and uh

i mean how do you do the first one without pulling out all your hair?

this made me laugh really hard….

and it made me realize that girls and boys pull their shirt off differently. /amazed

but seriously I think girls just do the cross arm thing because of HAIR like demonstrated 

So one year, one URL change, and a hair cut later, I decide to try again… FOR SCIENCE! 

Its not science unless you write it down so 

First method:

Well done, i guess…

Second:

I fucked up

Girls… how?

I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW WE CAN HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS OF TAKING OFF SHIRTS AND SO MUCH DIFFICULTY DOING IT THE OTHER WAY

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!

It’s all in the way that girl/boys shirts are made.

Girls shirts have less armpit room then boy’s do and are generally shorter so pulling it off over your head is more practical because by lifting your arms all the way up you make enough room for the sleeves to just slip off.

Boys shirts have more room and are generally longer so it is easy to slip them off over your head.

but if you take a girls shirt off like a boys shirt you will get your arms caught because there isn’t much armpit space.

and if you take a boys shirt off like a girls shit you will still have your head in it when you’ve lifted your arms all the way up because of the shirt’s length.

It has nothing to do with us. It is entirely to do with how our shirts are made. I figured it out for you. YOU’RE WELCOME!

bless you

look what is back on my dash. Jesus.

This came back but with ACTUAL SCIENCE you are the saviour of our generation

I have no words

I usually just pull my arms into the shirt and pull it over

You are the first person to be “diagnosed” with immortality, and it’s been attracting a bit of attention.

 This was the fucking millionth murder attempt this week. Well, probably not the millionth, considering I’d stopped counting within the first day.  I was really starting to regret taking that damn interview. It didn’t really matter, though. Would’ve gotten on the news sooner or later.  With a grimace I picked the bullet from the side of my head and threw it to the ground angrily and vaguely thrust my middle finger in the direction the sniper had probably been.  No sooner had a lowered my arm a pocketknife lodged itself in my back and I gasped, though the pain faded quickly. I turned furiously onto my hooded attacker, who took one look at my face and sprinted.  “Eugh,” I muttered at the sight of my blood on the knife, and wiped it off on my jeans. This would at least offer some insurance against any attackers.

 Any video of me brushing off mortal wounds instantly blew up online. Paparazzi cornered me in the streets. Churches banned me. Cults started around my apparent immortality, members attacking me for my blood in fruitless rituals.  Hospitals were also interested in my blood, because it could replenish indefinitely. I guess that was a good thing, ‘cept I’m still afraid of needles. I really shouldn’t be, considering I can’t really be hurt by them, but what can ya do. The human brain isn’t always so smart.  My family disowned me the same way the churches did, being very religious. Some of my friends did too. Not many people wanted to be my friend, and most of the ones that did just wanted to take advantage of me.  Except for maybe one.

 They were a kind person. Young, successful, lucky.  I met them when I was far past a human’s average expiration date.  Sometimes they wore a dress and makeup. Sometimes they were in plaid and jeans.  But they were always kind to me. They argued with reporters who wanted to follow me everywhere, even going so far as to bribe them with money. I was glad to have someone so caring, so selfless.  It was really too bad that my body, for what it was, was normal on all accounts.  They were diagnosed with cancer only a few short years after I’d met them. It was an ugly tumor that clung to them like a burr to clothing.  Even through all the surgery and chemotherapy, nothing worked. Eventually they refused any further operations.

 I held their hand in the hospital as their heartbeat fell flat.

 I found myself wishing for death upon myself.  I just wanted to be with my only remaining friend who didn’t even remain anymore.  I tried and tried.  It never worked.

 The press asks me, the undying one, why I cry. I shouldn’t have such fear when I can do anything!  “I’m not afraid, you assholes,” I say. “I’m just fucking tired. Give me a goddamn break.”  It was only half of the truth.  I wasn’t afraid of my death.

 I was afraid I’d get attached again.

You have a mirror on the front of your closet’s door. Every night, you open the closet door so the mirror faces the wall, and only then can you sleep. The monsters that come out of the closet then are nothing compared to the beings that come out of the mirror.

The opposite gender can be friends without it being romantic/sexual.

Two gay men/women can be friends without it being romantic/sexual.

People can be friends with anyone without it being romantic/sexual.