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Getting rid of nazis on your blog

Hey, if you’re sick of nazis on your Tumblr but you keep on having to block new ones, Tumblr’s most recent experimental feature can probably really help you out. It’s called Reblog Graphs and you can test it here

Basically, what it does is show you a network of how your post was reblogged and who were big influencers in getting lots of reblogs. That’s useful in general but extra usefull if you want to know who to block to get rid of shit on your dash. 

For example, this post that I wrote got a lot of notes and when I use Reblog Graphs is generates this graph:

I’m the yellow dot and all the other dots are reblogs, the bigger the dot, the most reblogs originated from that reblog. Next, I can click on the dots and see who they are and what content they added. For example:

When @thatdiabolicalfeminist reblogged my post the result was a lot of supportive reblogs, helpful feedback and conversations that I want to have. 

But check out the other cluster: 

When wogbeginatcalais reblogged my post the result was a stream of hateful comments by white supremacist, nazi blogs and nazi trolls. Not stuff I want and one reblog started all of it. 

I had blocked a lot of white supremacist blogs when the hate started, but according to Reblog Graph I missed out on quite a lot of the most important blogs that were causing my post to be noticed by these shits in the first place. By blocking key nazi dots in this chain, I can now more effectively stop nazi shits from finding my posts. Good to know!

That’s all. Happy Tumblring. 

Originally posted by beatingthebinary

I don’t like how in TNG they changed it from “where no man has gone before” to “where no one has gone before” because the TOS one implied that women have already done that space shit and Star Trek is basically the men trying to catch up, which would explain why there are only three named female members of the crew.

Riddle Me This:

It’s the weekend before Christmas, and the Samwell men’s hockey team is all gathered in the living room.  They are all sprawled, much to Bitty’s dismay, across the ugly green couch and floor, with presents in the middle of it all.  All week had been chaos around the Haus, with secret santa becoming more “prank your person” and eventually escalating to “prank everyone.”  With Jack and Shits reading the names off of the presents, everyone’s secret santas were slowly being revealed.  The last present was tagged for Dex.  With most of the hockey players still figuring out who their santas were, it was anyone’s guess who Dex’s was.  Dex ripped open the wrapping paper of his present and was faced with a relatively large cardboard box.  Upon opening the box, Dex let out a frustrated noise.  Ripping out the box’s contents, he chucked the package at Nursey.  The force of the small case was enough to propel a surprised Nursey off of the arm of the couch and onto the ground.  Everyone stopped and stared.  Bits looked like a mad mother hen, Jack and Shits more than a bit amused, with Lardo shaking her head.  Just as Chowder is about to jump up to check on his fallen teammate, Nursey sits up.  With a smug, easygoing smile on his face, Nursey says, “Chill.” With the phone case in clear view from Nursey’s hand, Dex flops onto a worried Chowder, accompanied by the loud laughter of everyone in the room. 


So Rufus, AKA the mountain, will now be called The Hound, since I truly have found The Mountain.

This cat is fucking huge. Rufus alone is the size of a small bobcat, but This new cat is significantly larger than him. I don’t know what the hell the ferals out here are getting into, but it’s some intense shit.


so here I am, blasting my musicals playlist in my dorm bc fuck it I’m in the mood and that shit is good for cleaning. I have broadway musicals and like hsm on this playlist basically. Anywayy so the Phantom of the Opera comes on and I’m belting it out loud and folding laundry and I get this text from a kid that lives in the dorm next door. I met him once months ago and we exchanged numbers but havent spoken since. and this is what he texts.

i already miss college dorms this is the height of living

Slay The Dragon

Prinxiety - [Prince (Fanciful Side) x Anxiety]

Summary: HC/ORIGINAL IDEA BY @prinxietys THEY MADE THE HC I WROTE A FIC OFF OF IT! Anxiety wears a dragon onesie one day and Prince must “Slay the dragon”. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! I AM SOOOOO SORRY BUT ITS NOT MY USUAL STANDARD OF AT LEAST 700 WORDS!! I’m sorry guys that it’s super short. I’ll try to do better next time. The fic in and of itself is also probs shit. Sorry guys. 

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ever want a rad sketch of ur oc being cute as fuck? want that sketch for an absurdly cheap flash sale price? want it potentially almost immediately? well shit im ur dude.

im Fuckin Poor but im going down to fl next month for my anniversary and i need to have some pocket money so hit me with those sweet flash commissions and ill sketch ur oc or character in either of these styles or maybe a different one if i think itll suit them better ill make it work man

10 slots will be updated on the original post so hmu guys these sketches are cheap as fuck rn and im ready to draw 

EDIT: all spots claimed nice 👌

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Sexting in Open Court

@barbabangme I am taking a break from smut forever after this omfg.  I hope it’s not too shit babe.
I am so tired rn but I had to post this tonight. I will be back to writing my fluffy stuffs next week guys. 

Lets put this cute gif of Rafi on it cos why not.

His face totally says “Yeah but you can’t send dirty messages like this and still win your case tho can you?” asdfghjkdsghsdjk I need sleep loool bye

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The Core Four : Hogwarts Stereotypes
  • Gryffindor: Archie, obviously with his golden retriever attitude; my friends are important to me; fight me; I play football and guitar; clueless af;
  • Ravenclaw: Jughead, as he is sassy little shit, who talks smart and his mentor is Quentin Tarantino but he really just saw "Pulp Fiction"; don't talk to me I'm writing a novel but really it's just fanfiction; black coffee; aesthetic; and as for originality he is called Hot Topic for a reason;
  • Hufflefuff: Betty, who is sweet girl next door; she will bring you cookies make you feel better; also badass af; breaks into cars, solved murders; writes to newspaper; "You can't do that to girls you...jerk"; don't mess with her; cares about her friends more than herself;
  • Slytherin: Veronica 'talk shit get hit'; fashionable af; lots of money; is Breakfast at Tiffany and In Cold Blood; "Honey who do I have to kill to make you feel better?"; "My speciality is ice"


Okay so in the whole Wizard of Oz universe theirs a character named Ozma. She’d the rightful ruler of Oz. As a baby she was given to a witch by the Wizard of Oz. the witch then turned her into a boy named Tip. She had no memory of ever being a girl and was later returned to her female form by Glinda the Good witch.

SO. Farm boi, aka Oscar, aka my child, is the Spring maiden. His/her mother was the previous maiden and when she died her thoughts were on her daughter making farm boi the next Spring Maiden. Then Ozpin, the protector of the Maidens, took the child away from the kingdom where she was transformed into a into a boy by either a Witch or Ozpin himself. Mombi(the witch from original story) used the Princess as a slave and she was forced to work for the witch (Farm Boi is the only one doing any shit on that farm). Note* the witch lived on a quiet farmland with corn fields and cows* Ozma(aka Farm Boi) is later returned to her true form by Glynda.  

Other things to note: Pip(Ozma) steals the powder of life from the Witch, which is a magical powder that brings things to life and Spring is the season of bith and regrowth

Tip later teams up with the Scarecrow and the Tin man (Qrow and Ironwood)  

Ozma’s mother was a magical being (Spring maiden)

Ozma later seals off entry to Oz to protect it from invasions of unwanted inturders(Grimm)

Glinda describes Ozma as She was fresh, healthy and beautiful as the dew from a Spring May morning

Can You Please Kiss Me?

Original or requested: Requested by @justdreamstars  : Hiiiiiii! Finally I can write to you  I would like to request an imagine with Stiles x reader where she gets injured during a fight and when she wakes up in the hospital bed she finds him curled up next to her in the tiny bed and sleeping, please❤ 

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word count: 701

You open your eyes and the first thing you feel is a terrible headache. Moving a bit, your left arm hits something. You push it but soon enough the pain on your muscles makes you stop.

“Shit.” You murmur when you realize you can’t remember how you came here. The hospital is silent, what probably means it’s late.

“Mhmm, Derek gotta save (Y/N) again.” The sleepy voice scares you and you finally look to your side.

A huge smile comes to your lips when you see Stiles curled up next to you. He’s almost falling from the bed, in order to give you all the space he could. You feel butterflies in your stomach, but you’re used to it. That’s what you feel when he’s around. Your feelings about him it’s been a secret for way too long.

“Stiles?” You whisper, trying not scare him.

But of course, you fail. Stiles wakes up with a scream, falling from the bad. He groans, standing up abruptly, making you laugh a bit. “Hey, Stiles.”

“(Y/N), how are you?”

“Good. I think.” It’s kinda weird how your voice sounds like you’ve been beaten halfway to death. “I can’t remember what happened.”

“You had a concussion. The doctor told me you won’t remember what happened minutes before you hit your head.” He helps you sit up, touching you like you’re a very fragile doll.

He’s wearing a light blue T-shirt and it’s cold here. You bet Stiles didn’t think about grabbing a coat before coming here. He’s no werewolf, but you’ve seen him dealing with the supernatural many times. The truth is that his bravery is what makes you fight too, even though you’re just a human.

“We got into a fight, right? Bad werewolves and of course I couldn’t let Scott and Derek deal with it alone.”

“Yes. We ran to different directions and I couldn’t help you, I…”

“Stiles.” With a weak voice, you patiently for him to sit by your side. Then you lay your head on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault. We know these things happen. Now tell me, please.”

“I went one way with Scott and you went the other with Derek. Everything happened too fast and it was dark. Derek saved you life. Pushed you out of the way or something.” He gets up quickly when someone opens the door, but it’s just Derek. Any doctor would kick him out because he slept on your bed.

“I’m happy you’re awake.” Derek smiles, his eyes moving from Stiles to you. “Want me to take your pain away?”

“No. I can handle it.” Saving you was enough, you don’t want Derek to think you’re weak. You don’t want anyone to think you’re weak. Stiles is the only person who sees you crying. The only one you run to when you’re about to break down.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Stiles looks down awkwardly, with sad eyes.

“No! Please, stay.”

“Don’t you want some time with Derek?”

“Why?” You ask suddenly, ignoring Derek’s amused smile. The damn wolf is aware of your crush, but it’s kind enough to keep it to himself. “Derek’s it’s like an older brother. The kind of brother who gets on your nerves ten times a day, but a good brother.”

“Oh. Does it mean you don’t love him?”

“I do. But as a brother.”

“Them, let me see if I get this right.” Stiles comes back to your side, with the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. “It means that you…”

“Stilinski, it means I love you.” You don’t think before saying it, you just want him to stop with all this bullshit. It’s time to admit your feelings for him. Nobody knows what can happen tomorrow, and today you just want to hold him close.  

“For real?”


“Wanna be my girlfriend?” His eyes have this special shine, the one you love more than anything. You’ve spent many nights dreaming about Stiles making you this question, and now that’s finally real, you couldn’t be happier.

“Yes. Can you please kiss me now?” You haven’t noticed that Derek left the room, but it’s better this way. Your first kiss doesn’t need an audience.

“Whenever you want.”

When in Rome (Part two)

Originally posted by nestorquik

(( gif not mine - yet highly relatable ))


Summary: Part two of this shit

Warnings: God I don’t know anymore


The drive to the house was seemingly short and sweet. (Y/n) sat next to Ethan. He had thought maybe he would end up making things awkward, but actually, (Y/n) was content sitting next to him.

At one point during the ride, she was questioned about who she was such.

“Well, um, my name’s (Y/n)…” she began “And I was originally supposed to be in England right now but… my parents made a mistake… It’s a shame, I really needed a nice vacation…”

The most of them chuckled lightly at her speech. She let some colour take her cheeks when she looked to Ethan. To some great surprise, he was looking at her too. Simling.

“Ethan, don’t be a freak…” commented Mark, looking back to the boy threw the rearview mirror.

The male hastily dropping his expression and looked at Mark accusingly.

“I wasn’t doing anything! I was smiling at her story!” Ethan defended, voice hitching lightly somewhere in the center.

“You know, I don’t think that was the kind of story to smile at.” offered Amy, peering past the window.


(Y/n) pushed a heartfelt laugh and said:

“Yeah, gosh- I got stuck in another country and you’re smiling about it?”

The blue boy now felt similar heat cascade across his spotted cheeks. He laughed a bit solemnly, collapsing his gaze to the cab floor.

Mark and Tyler, Amy and (Y/n) all giggled at this- (Y/n) even harping a light shove on Ethan’s shoulder.

She grinned at him; turned away.

“For being stuck in another country, you lot are extremely nice.” she said, giving her eyes back to Mark. The cab drove forth.

Ethan was hoping for her attention to stay on him. For (Y/n)’s kindness to be for him, not the group.

“I knowww~” lulled Mark, slipping a chuckle “But granted, it is past three in the fucking morning, we are all jet lagged. There is a chance that we may wake up and have no idea why you are in our house.”

The girl laughed at this, and Amy smiled.

The cab drove forth.

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The next morning was one to wake up to. Seems to have slipped her mind as to what happened in between getting out of the cab and claiming a room. (Y/n) has never before been awaked by pure screaming.

“Hmnhh… shushht up, man….” she mumbled.

Drearily, the girl arose from her bed and trotted respectfully down the stairs- waiting until she reached the bottom before she said anything.

“Pardon,” she began, speech interrupted by a shattering egg.

(Y/n) flinched, and walked further into the kitchen area.


There stood Tyler, Ethan and Mark together.

“I want to make it and give it to her. That’s fucking it, is that so difficult?” demanded Ethan, picking up the egg yolk.

“Yes!” cried Mark, hiding himself away from Ethan.

The blue boy inevitably was quicker, tossing the yellow food into Mark’s morning messy hair.

“You need a shower anyway, you filthy whore!” Ethan laughed greatly, holding onto his stomach in a cute fashion. Mark pouted soundly, all the while Tyler actually made the breakfast.

Mark sighed heavily, sloping the egg from his head and into the sink. He muttered something under Ethan’s giggles and forced himself over to the pantry.

“Morning.” said (Y/n) finally.

Her words alone seemed to easily cut half the morning atmosphere. Ethan and Tyler simultaneously both offered her lazy smiles.


“Top shelf?”

“I don’t see any bloody beans.”

“Probably because beans don’t bleed.” Tyler remarked.

“I don’t see any fucking beans.”

“They don’t have–”


Tyler laughed, making his own way to the pantry to maybe ease his friend.

(Y/n) stepped herself forward, siding with Ethan. She smiled at him. Together they stood soundly, listening to both Mark and Tyler- bicker and taunt.

“This the nice vacation you were looking for?” asked Ethan, leaning over a bit.

“Oh no, not at all.” chuckled (Y/n).

“You love it- deep inside.” Ethan pointed out, beaming at the girl brightly “Cause, you know, when in Rome.”

“No, actually, I’m sure I dislike it greatly.” she challenged, smiling back at him just the same. Maybe a month isn’t long enough.

“Well, if that’s the truth, then I guess I’ll just have to make you love it.”

They both laughed heartily, drowned out by a common comfort in each others company.


(A/n): Wowie I posted two things tonight someone give me a highfive

me: man it’s fuckin ridiculous that the u.s. spends more on the military than like the next fifteen countries combined and calls it “defense”, especially considering how many of those same countries are either explicitly allied with us or so economically-reliant on us that they pose basically zero conventional warfare threat

some right-libertarian turd: UHHHHH ACTUALLY we only spend like as much as the next SEVEN countries combined, get your facts straight

me: Oh Shit! What’s Happening [i’m engulfed in a shimmering aura and surrounded by a dollar signs particle effect] My God. I Understand Now. My Flippant Use Of Mathematics Undermines The Deeper Political Point I Was Making Entirely. [a glowing ring forms around me and gradually ascends, turning my clothes into a three-piece suit] [i open the window and start shaking my fist at a stray dog eating a discarded pizza crust] stop aggressing on my landlord’s property you fucking freeloader

Things I currently want to do with FFXV cast:

- Pat Noctis on the head and say he’s doing good.

- Ruffle Prompto’s hair and praise him because he deserves it, dammit.

- Ignis…mmm… Probably just hug him, yeah, I’m sooo original.

- Get a brofist from Gladiolus.

- Tip a hat at Ardyn and say “M’sir.”

- Let Aranea step on me.

- And thank her for it.

- Push Ravus next to my friend, so she can make him feel better, poor guy deserved better.

- Also tell him he has nice hair.

- ALSO ask Ardyn if he’s hot at all with all those layers, GODS.