it-keeps-happening

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The anony request and one that came to me way too early in the morning before my first cup of coffee  Inked jellyfishes and a full page of all the tattoo designs done so far if you actually want to print them as temporary tattoos

Seriously if you want to send a quote my way  Ill do it I`m having way too much fun with this XD

And if you want to actually get them as legit tattoos go ahead for that too  Just make sure you really really want it ( dont want any regrets right?)  and send me pics

Im actually real happy that people would actully want it as real tattoos

Now I need to go and do a “All tattoos are temporary tattoos”  I can`t believe that quote didnt pop to mind any sooner

it has gotten to the point where you can write an actual feminist message from an actual episode of the actual show next to a mlp character and anti-sj bloggers and bronies will get mad at you for trying to “twist the character to your own selfish feminist ideals” how is this real life how are these people not an incredibly elaborate clown act.

do these people watch the show and when the characters explain the moral at the end of the episode they stick their fingers in their ears, close their eyes and scream to make sure they don’t have to see or acknowledge the characters being feminist or “social justice-y” or something?? how is this real

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing –
ought I to go back and fold those pants abandoned on the floor?
But the silence was unbroken and the clerk not once had spoken,
still I took this as a token and I asked then, “Macklemore?”
This I whispered, and his beat producer sampled it hardcore,
“M-m-mackle, Macklemore.”

Back into that thrift shop turning, dollars in my pocket burning,
soon again I heard a rapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is just some youngster seeking practice;
"Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
"Let me save my hard-earned wages and this mystery explore; –
"Tis a passing car, no more.”

Open here I flung the window, and, with fur-clad arms akimbo,
leaning back as if at Limbo, entered emcee Macklemore;
not a beat or chorus paused he, not an observation caused he
to give aught of a response me, pushed aside toward the door,
shoved aside by swirling furs and fallen back against the floor! –
noticed not by Macklemore!