Just now catching up on last nights episode of PLL and omg KILL ME! That was OBVIOUSLY Paige underneath that Aria face time BULLSHIT like that was worse than the original green screen behind Spencer in “Washington” I’m so pissed GET THIS BITCH OFF OF MY SCREEN MY GOD CAN SHE GET KILLED OFF ALREADY????????
Yeah that’s right ya boi back on that bullshit also you guys should check out my Dr. Flug RP BLOG @oh-flug-me maybe drop a question…please
Anyway, let’s get started
•It’s a house rule not to attempt to remove Flug’s bag
•Dementia will pick at the edges to mess with him, but she’d never actually try to take it off
•5.0.5. learned his lesson when Flug almost had a panic attack when he started to lift it up
•Black Hat had completely removed it once, snatched it off his head in a fit of rage, and was actually surprised to see Flug curled up tightly on the floor, covering his head with his arms so no one could see any part of it at all.
•He was shuddering and crying, mumbling and pleading for Black Hat to give it back
•Black Hat, either out of the kindness of his bleak little black heart or maybe just because he was sick of Flug’s whimpering, he gave it back and even turned around, allowing him to put it back on without Black Hat seeing his face
•They eat at the table, all of them
•Black Hat’s rule
•"We’re evil, not slobs! It’s so I won’t find any plates in people’s rooms, Dementia. How would we look in our advertisments if this place was a mess?“
•Dementia eats more like an animal than 5.0.5. does
•Flug either waits for everyone to finish so he can participate in the conversation then eat alone at the table or he simply asks to eat in his room if his social battery isn’t too high, for obvious reasons
•"I better not find that plate in there or it’s your soul.”
•One day, Flug sat down at the table and seemed to worry about something
•Nobody was paying his fidgeting any heed until Dementia glanced over at him and her mouth dropped, prompting the other two to look where she was looking. Their reactions to the phenomenon were the same.
•Flug had pushed up his bag juuuuust enough to allow him to take bites of his dinner, revealing a small part of his mouth and chin
•His hands were shaking and he was trying to ignore their gawking
•"I-I-I-p-please lo-look away. Yo-you’re staring is m-making me uncomfortable,“ he squeaked, etching the bag back down.
•In an instant, the conversation went back to being just about it was before, but glances were stolen at his mouth
•Black Hat likes cats
•As in: If they wander in because the door is open on a hot day, he doesn’t immediately shoo it out and lets it wonder around til it leaves
•If it bumps his leg wanting affection, he’ll nudge it away a bit, but he won’t kick it
•If it brings him dead things, then it gets a pet
•Black Hat made the mistake of letting a cat fall asleep on him
•"You sneaky devil! How’d you even get in my lap?”
•He wants to move, but something compels him to stay put until it wakes up
•Dememtia is jealous as all hell when she found Black Hat asleep with the little fuzzball in his lap
•5.0.5. can be found sleeping anywhere at any point of the day.
•Flug: “I’ve been awake for a week with nothing but coffee and Ritz crackers to keep me alive.”
•Black Hat: “For once, that isn’t my fault.”
•Flug and Dementia sing together some times
•One of the few times you’ll ever see them getting along
•Dementia handles the more…provocative dance moves of the songs they sing together
•Flug can rap pretty damn well
•Though she may tease and sometimes bully him, Dementia likes seeing Flug so happy when he’s singing
•They usually sing until either Black Hat yells at them to turn it down/off or if 5.0.5. tells them that their music is ruining his cleaning time
•They usually high five before going about their day.
So, this particular thrift store was in the middle of nowhere, Texas. Surrounded by primordial forest. The hand-painted sign outside the beat-up building listed much stuff inside and one of the items was misspelled, I forget what.
I couldn’t say no, right?
The proprietor was a weird old man with tons of energy and some missing teeth. He prevailed upon me to go outside, to the outbuildings in back. “That’s where the real good stuff is!”
I walked out there alone and saw seven corrugated tin shacks, big ones. Doors were all open but there was no electricity. Did I mention it was hotter than hades?
Everything inside these big shacks was helter-skelter. Computer books from the 80s, cassette tapes, mah-jongg, cutlery. Piled high on rickety card tables, 1970s weighs-a-ton furniture, car hoods. And it was hot. Oh my gosh, it was hot.
All I wanted was to get out of there. I was thirsty but I had no water and I didn’t want to ask the weird old man for a drink. But first I had to find something to photograph. One thing. For the blog. So, slowly at first, I began shuffling crap.
And then I picked up the pace. Faster and faster. SO HOT. Sweat was pouring off me, staining some bullshit Herbie Hancock book that I *almost* photographed but discarded. Not good enough.
Nothing. So I walked to the next shack.
And the next.
And the next.
Finally I stood in the last tin hot house, throwing crap everywhere, screaming “WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?!! IT’S GOT TO BE HERE!!!!!!!!!” Dehydration had made me demented, crazed, an animal. But still there was only awful stuff that should have been in a landfill: 1960s milk bottles, an ugly porcelain baby’s pacifier, stuffed tomatoes that upon inspection were ratty sewing pincushions, cheap-o water glasses. Where does this old guy buy all this garbage, I wondered. And why does he keep it?
I nearly swooned and fell down. I realized I had been in these corrugated prisoner-of-war hothouses for hours. But I would not give up.
And then, as if by divine mercy, I saw this little angel salt shaker. So tiny–couldn’t hold more than a teaspoon of sel. Two holes atop its little head. Somehow, it was perfect. I cried, I was so happy. I knew it! I knew it was here!
And I do realize in retrospect that this salt shaker is “blah,” especially for the (dare I say) high standards of this blog. However, at the time, I truly thought I’d discovered the Grail. I was so ecstatic I wanted to buy the thing, for any price the old man asked. But back in the store, he had disappeared. Where? There was nowhere to go, except the woods.
Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I set the little salt shaker reverently upon the man’s ancient cash register, strolled out, got in my vehicle, and drove away.
First of all, I love your blog. You seem to be the only person in this fandom who doesn't hate the characters and gives intelligent opinions :') Could you do Sasuke's "My body just moved itself" moments compilation?
Ask and you shall receive ^_^
When Sasuke protected Naruto from Haku’s attack:
Chapter 676 (MAYBE)
When Sasuke was the first person to actually do something about Sakura getting impaled by Madara:
When Sasuke moved to shield all of them from the Infinite Tsukuyomi:
And he later tried to brush it off as a coincidence in Chapter 680, but Naruto wasn’t having any of his bullshit:
And Chapter 706
When Sasuke threw himself in front of Sarada to shield her from Shin’s attack:
And there you have it, Sasuke really is just a big softie at heart ^_^
- a broken link
- a link to a tumblr posts
- screen caps of mean anons and YouTube comments as if people don’t get that shit for literally anything
- broken link
- broken link
- examples of misogyny and toxic masculinity
- “conversion therapy” that actually just boils down to someone saying that your asexuality is linked to you mental illness
- HSDD as an example of being pathologized even though that’s been debunked
- more tumblr blogs
- more broken links
[ a gif of some sort of fandom character/actor saying smth along the lines of “done with your bullshit or fuck off”]
I hope you die of cancer and your family burn in a fire. Blackinnon is BULLSHIT because Sirius did not give a single shit about her. You have to have serious autism and brain damage to think that. Marlene was irrelevant and not even friends with Lily. Fucking idiot. In the letter from Lily to sirius she mentioned the "Mckinnons dying" so casually that her death didn't meant shit to them. So fuck off with your bullshit blog. Deactivate at once you piece of shit
because a ship i used in a chat was worthy enough for your threats.
so tough when you hide behind the anon head aren’t ya?
Good thing I don’t care. Don’t like what i write? Get off my blog. Simple.
ok that post that's like "how many black kids get called this and that" and then at the end it says April is Autism Awareness month, and yea black people are apart of it? yea, uh haha no. I'm autistic myself, and I hate this bullshit of black people gotta be apart of everything, what do they want?? some attention?? fucking repetitive and annoying. AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH IS SUPPORTING PEOPLE WITH AUTISM, NOT RACE! black people already have a month, why do they feel the need to take ours?
Do you. Really hear yourself now? Can you hear that? Oh! That’s the sound of me not giving a shit about your anti-black tears!!!
Honestly black people get excluded out of everything–not the other way around–and the post in question was trying to highlight a lot of the issues black autistic people face in particular, since those issues are a mixture of ableism AND race discrimination and the fact that there’s very little representation for black autistic people.
It’s not about stealing your month or whatever bullshit you wanna call it. There are black people who are autistic and their issues NEED TO BE ADDRESSED in our community, and as a POC autistic person myself I need you to get your head out of your ass or at least the FUCK OFF my BLOG.
PLEASE stop underrating Michael Jackson and his talents. I understand that everyone is not going to like him (only God knows why) or be a fan, but NEVER underrate him. I’m soooooo tired of hearing people say that all he could do was this
While he did moonwalk quite well, he was so much more than a dance move and Thriller. Michael Jackson was an amazing singer, composer, dancer, performer, actor, humanitarian, and innovator. He didn’t just take dances or music from artists before him and “redo” them. He reinvented the things that inspired him. He made them better. He made them stand out.
Michael had some of the BEST vocals ever. Even as a child he sang with the emotion and passion of a man who had lived for years. He took the time to perfect his talents. He worked extremely hard for all of his achievements. Michael unquestionably deserved the title “King.”
So many artists today cite Michael as one of their main inspirations. I can’t even begin to fathom how people can call him irrelevant. The fact that you’re trying to blur his legacy proves his relevance. In most cases, people end up putting Michael down to try to exalt their fave. This is HIGHLY unnecessary. Firstly, if you are so comfortable with your fave’s position and think they are so talented, why are you trying to put another artist down? You obviously feel like that person is a threat. Secondly, NO ONE compares to Michael Jackson. Stop thinking that they do just because your fave is obviously inspired by him. I promise your fave can still be considered talented in the same world that MJ is considered talented without you undermining his impact.
I just can’t understand why people get so offended by others acknowledging Michael’s greatness. Every time I see someone talking about how amazing he was, there’s always someone waiting to talk about how he’s overhyped. If anything, he’s the exact opposite. As I said earlier, he is mainly credited for his dancing and performing. So many people completely ignore all the great songs he wrote with amazing messages. So many people ignore his videos (short films) that have messages just as strong as his music. So many ignore the power of his voice and how it demands your attention. Why?
People choose to ignore the fact that his “Remember the Time” short film was set in Egypt, so every person in the video was black.
People choose to ignore the fact that “They Don’t Care About Us” was basically him saying, “Black lives matter,” in the 90s.
People choose to ignore that Michael said, “It don’t matter if you’re black or white.”
So in conclusion, I’m not telling you to stan. I’m not telling you to spazz every time you see something MJ related. I’m simply asking you to not be ignorant. Resist the urge to start shit every time someone talks positively about Michael. Understand that he was one of the most talented (if not the most talented) people to ever walk this earth. You’re going to hear about him. His legacy and impact will never die simply because he will never stop inspiring artists, and he will never stop being great. Please just realize that more than one person can be talented and looked up to. You don’t have to put MJ down to make your fave look good. That’s stupid.
Have a blessed day, and stay off of my blog with that bullshit :)
It takes so much self awareness to tell survivors to fuck off! UwU your pain isn’t that important and some borderline illegal activities are OK! uwu abuse and pedophilia aren’t that bad uwu get over yourself
1. Going off the age in your profile, I’d already survived more than a decade of abuse by the time you were born, so I’m gonna need you to take several seats there, champ.
2. No, your pain isn’t important insofar as you use it as a weapon to bludgeon and shame others. Being an abuse survivor is NOT a “get out of jail free” card to behave as poorly as you want and stop others from liking things.
Know one of my triggers? Golf clubs. I completely shut down, go into violent flashbacks, you name it when I hear a golf club impacting on a ball. It is my right to avoid golf clubs. It is my right to have them upset me and to not want to set foot on a golf course, ever. But it is not my right to go onto golf courses, steal everyone’s clubs, and scream at them that they’re heartless abuse fetishists who hate survivors like me. It’s not my right to assume that every single person who likes golf is doing it as a giant “fuck you” to survivors who might have issues with golf clubs.
That’s what the first point of that post was about. It’s not about hating abuse survivors. It’s about telling survivors that you can’t bully and shame and threaten others and then hide behind “IT’S BECAUSE I’M AN ABUSE SURVIVOR” as a shield. I pulled that bullshit for years as an anti, and it ain’t kosher.
Take your poor reasoning and white-knighting for abuse survivors and get off my blog. I don’t need your protection, and neither do other survivors.
My two cents (This might be controversial but it needs to be said)
( Please note that this is only my opinion and is not meant to offend anyone if my argument is improperly worded )
So I have a lot of stuff in my inbox talking about the whole 2B9S situation and the romanticization of it. Basically, the argument I see against it is that:
the only reason I like the ship is because its heterosexual and therefore fits my worldview.
it’s kinda sick to romanticize their relationship because she doesn’t love him, only kills him.
The reason why I haven’t answered these is because these people did not use the anon feature and I don’t want to put them in a situation that opens their blogs up for harassment. So I’ll be referring to them as “User 1” “User 2” “User 3” and “User 4” to protect their identities.
First off, I would like to say that I don’t understand the argument that on this site, it’s perfectly fine to bash and assault heterosexuals simply for the their sexuality. To me, it’s flat out disgusting when I see it happen to anyone. It’s discrimination and pretty hilariously ironic that the same people who say they include everyone will shoot you down the moment you say you’re a heterosexual or are fine with heterosexuality. Like shrug emoji you’re literally contradicting yourself in one breath. Make a gay joke? Get the hell out of tumblr. Bully and mock a heterosexual? It’s perfectly fine, welcome to the club :D
I have no words for how ridiculous you all sound.
Secondly, I am not heterosexual. Why is this important? Because the argument that I only like a heterosexual ship is because I’m heterosexual is absolute bullshit. I don’t give a flying damn what sexuality the characters are, if I see good interaction between them and strong romantic leanings, you can bet your ass that they’re getting shipped. So the argument of Users 1, 3 and 4 are invalid right then and there.
I realize that most people would assume that I am heterosexual just based off of the fact that I don’t talk about my sexuality anywhere in my profile, but that’s because I do not fucking matter. This is not a personal blog. On occasion, I post things about myself, but only when prompted. Very rarely do I post anything about myself without something shippy backing it up. In my bio, I have one word descriptors, no mention of my age, sexuality, race, country of origin, nothing. I haven’t posted a single picture of myself or anything remotely close to it. Notice, I haven’t even said what sexuality I am, I just said I’m not heterosexual.
Why? Because I am legit a trashy, boring human being and no one wants to visit a blog about that.
Anyways, onto their second point…
romanticizing a relationship filled with murder.
Now, I can see why some people wouldn’t get why this is such a draw for me, but in my opinion, this is where strong bonds are formed: in fire and suffering. 2B truly cares about 9S and in the novel, which I recommended you go and read, it’s pretty much confirmed that she detests hurting him. In her mind, she’s not strong enough to protect him any other way than killing him; she can’t run from who she is and therefore can’t desert with him and she knows that if he runs, she’ll be one of those who has to hunt him down anyway.
She’s trapped in two options, kill him now or kill him later. And that right there is that juicy conflict that I love so much in romances.
Maybe it is a bit deranged to see people falling in love over the fact that she has to kill him, but 1) everyone is deranged in Yoko Taro games, and 2) I don’t see it that way.
I live quite far away from my family and we only get to see each other once a year. I treasure each of those memories because I know eventually, it’s going to end and we’ll have to say goodbye. Take that to the extreme and you have 2B’s relationship with 9S. She treasures each moment she spends with him because she knows it’s going to end in torment. It’s beautiful and at the same time heartbreaking because in the end, she only wants to see him in a place where he can be happy.
I don’t see this as “sick romanticization” as User 2 put it, I see it as a conflict that plagues them throughout their relationship, something they need to overcome together.
In conclusion, I’m not trying to convert anyone, you have what you like and I have what I like, but I feel that it’s unfair to place every 2B9S fan in one group of “heterosexual ship because heterosexuality” because that’s not how any of us work. We see the forest for the trees. If it was a homosexual ship, then the fandom would be exactly the same and I think this is what these detractors are missing in their arguments: the humanity of us 2B9S fans.
:( Thanks. It’s ok. So I reblogged a dick pic one morning, and like 20 mins later got a text from a friend, “Girl, your Tumblr is on FB.” So I’m like FML. Somehow a Tumblr update defaulted my account to post to Facebook.
The fucked up part is that I didn’t even know how to change that setting. I had to search to know how to turn it off. Regardless, I had to delete the account because I didn’t know who had it.
So like half an hour later I went back to get my deleted account back, but a spam company had already seized it and registered some bullshit to it so that anyone going to my address would see their advertisement. I’m half suspicious Tumblr changed the setting and indirectly pushed me off so they could sell it to someone. Why TF would an NSFW blog be allowed to post to FB?
Worst part is I lost the amazing dick pics I had reblogged for two years (and this amazing reblog where this chick sings about pizza), but on the bright side, no one trolls me now! 😁👍🏼
How long are you going to keep begging? It's every fucking month. Learn how to shop effectively. Like honestly from the amount you've said before you get for food stamps is enough to buy staple ingredients for over a month.
How long are you going to keep harassing me for asking for help on my
own fucking blog? You do this every time. If you’re following me,
unfollow me. If you’re not following me, stop stalking my blog to bitch.
seriously, I have explained this repeatedly. Our shopping habits are
not the fucking problem, our lack of reliable transportation is. We have
one store within walking distance and it’s outrageously expensive and
poorly stocked. It doesn’t even carry many basic “staple ingredients”.
end up spending too much there waiting for someone with a vehicle to
get us to the grocery store. This is the REGULAR problem, add to that
the magical way the universe seems to align specifically to FUCK us
sometimes, like this month when welfare magically didn’t receive the
paperwork Bas sent in to them… until of course he called and bitched
at someone in the office and then all of a sudden they “magically” found
the paperwork they swore up and down they didn’t receive.
course since the 9th of April landed on a Sunday last month, the office
wasn’t open and he had to wait to call in until Monday morning. It then
took them THREE FUCKING DAYS to file the paperwork they had received but
not filed because they’re all incompetent, overworked shills - so when
he finally got his food stamps reinstated they docked them by 60$. We
got 60$ less than we usually get in a month to feed ourselves and I
still managed to get us closer to our payday than usual so fuck you.
your obsessive bullshit and fuck your classism.
We are in a really bad
position right now and I am going to need to ask for help sometimes. If you can’t deal with that get off my blog. I
don’t ask UNTIL we need it and the money that is sent goes to exactly
what I say it’s going to. If you’re not interested in helping that’s
fine, I don’t mind, but don’t be an asshole about it. Just move on with
your life, Jesus. I am doing everything I fucking can to fix our situation and
you’re whining because I dare to have the audacity to ask for help on my own
mother fucking blog.
Take a magnifying glass and go get your
jollies tormenting ants, why don’t you?
To all of the people who do help us, thank you. You have no idea how much of a difference you make for us. It’s a world of difference, it really is and we appreciate it so much more than I can ever say. Thank you so much.
Excuse me Bendy? Can toons die of a broken heart? Is it possible for toons to die of sadness? Emotions can either increase or decrease the production of important hormones such as adrenaline. Adrenaline has the effect of narrowing the main arteries, putting a person in a situation where they may die of heart failure. Humans can die of sadness and a broken heart. I just wanted to know about the toons can die of sadness and a broken heart.
((can you kindly get the fuck off my blogs you literal ass. How about you take that broken heart bullshit and shove it up yours.
Since you’re going to be so much of a pussy to block me before I can respond to you, @stormpilotsons
Did anyone fucking ask you, lol? You’re going to get critique on a public MULTI-media website. That’s what you get when you post art. Fusion is like a new being with combined aspects. Look at Sugilite. She’s totally new, except for combined aspects, maybe facial traits. It’s like how a child looks versus their parents features. It clearly isn’t meant to be creative because the hair is the same, and the outfits are only layered. I never said that their art wasn’t beautiful, but apparently from your words, they didn’t ask for opinions, let alone a critique, which you will get. Grow up. And the fact that you stay around my blog, and choose to then argue with me on it is pitiful.
If you do not like it, you can get off of it, or better yet, block me, because I want nothing to do with another hypocritical and pitiful ‘sjw’.
I have less than forty followers, so you think people wouldn’t care what I think, but you always have some dumb ass writing you up.
News flash. I don’t care. After this I will disengage. Because it doesn’t take a genius to know how good, yet how bad Tumblr can also be. And from your opinion, that might be because of me. From mine, it’s tons of overreacting hypocrites.
I have seen you hovering around my blog, and if you really want to show me up, and you know, be an adult and grow up, ignore me and just unfollow, or better yet, leave me the hell alone like I would want in the first place. Lmao. Knowing you, and everyone else, you’re clearly just going to state your opinion again, and then posting tags like people like your banter.
I repeat. I do not care. It was criticism, and it was not rude, at that. Maybe slightly disrespectful, but I didn’t mean for it to be like that.
Why do you have to be that rude with your responses? There is no need in that. Correct them and move on. We all need to grow up and start acting civilized and respect each others beliefs!
Well, why did they have to be so incredibly ignorant with their asks? Respect is earned, not given.
If you cannot handle someone defending their stance, then don’t start the argument in the first place. Don’t pick a fight if you’re not ready to see it through. I have every right to defend myself when I’m being attacked. The bullshit is coming to me, not the other way around.