oh my god stop reblogging this

Oh my god guys…..

I just saw an art piece shipping one of my NOTPs. Dudes, you aren’t going to BELIEVE my reaction……….it was so W I L D….!!

I…..SCROLLED PAST IT AND MOVED ON!! I DIDN’T EVEN LEAVE A HATEFUL COMMENT OR ANYTHING!

:000000000!!

EDIT: Y’all need to stop reblogging this shit with ur fuckin hate ur only making urself look bad lol

Oh my god okay can i just get this off my chest? Because I’ve been seeing it super often and it bothers me so much

In a marriage between two men, one of them is not the wife.
In a marriage between two women, one of them is not the husband.

Please stop forcing heteronormative bullshit on gay relationships.

Shance Tumblr AU

…….why does my brain want to do this instead of the stuff I should actually be doing…..
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Pidge jolted up from her homework to the sound of her roommate screaming followed by a loud thunk and a crash.

She popped her head into the doorway of said man’s room, raising an eyebrow at the male currently sitting on the bed, jaw dropped, eyes wide, staring at where his phone had hit the wall.

“Lance? Dude, you okay?” Pidge prompted carefully, as her friend was seemingly in shock.

“He followed me back. Oh my god.” Lance whispered, seemingly in disbelief. Pidge blinked.

“What?”

“On Tumblr. That artist blog I told you about?” Lance hissed, still in shock.

Pidge’s eyebrow went higher. “The one you don’t stop talking about? The guy with the scar and the white hair?” Lance nodded frantically.

“I- I wrote a small fic based on an idea he had, tagged him in it, and yesterday he reblogged and liked it and I woke up and looked at my notifications and it was right there?!? How the fuck?!?” Lance’s voice rose in volume until he was practically yelling.

Pidge’s cat, Green, mewed and patted Lance’s lap, ears pricked curiously. Lance’s own cat, Blue, was used to Lance’s screeching and was peacefully napping on the Cuban male’s pillow.

“Lance. Chill.” Pidge deadpanned, moving over to scoop up her cat from the red faced man currently rolling on his bed screeching in a mixture of what she guessed was happy shock, probably. She also moved over to pick up the discarded phone, peeking at the notifications.

Yup. Famous art blog ShiroTheHero was definitely following BlueLionLance. No wonder Lance was practically having a stroke. The guy’s art was pretty good, as her own blog followed him too and was really only there for the gay stuff.

She glanced back over at her friend. “At least you didn’t throw your phone out the window screaming ‘I’m gay’ again.” She commented, setting the blue cased phone next to Blue on the pillow.

Lance rolled back over from where he was screaming into another pillow. “He posted a selfie! And he’s really hot! I couldn’t help it!” He wailed, pouting.

Pidge snorted in amusement. “I saw the picture too, and I didn’t have the same reaction as you. You’re literally the living embodiment of bisexual drama. Glad I’m not as gay as you, thirsty boy.” She teased.

Lance squinted at the tiny woman. “Pidge, you’re the gayest little shit I know besides Keith.” He said seriously, getting a huge grin from said lesbian.

“I know. Now quit the gay fangirling, I’ve got homework to finish for college finals and I can’t concentrate over the sound of you screaming your bisexual little heart out.” She scolded, before turning and leaving the room, Green still tucked in her arms.

Lance rolled his eyes and checked his phone again, smiling at the little notification.

ShiroTheHero is now following BlueLionLance
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Tbh I do the same thing as Lance whenever a popular blog follows me or likes/reblogs anything I post. I really do scream and chuck my phone at the wall in shock, I dunno why, it’s just a reaction I have??? Eh. Well, hope you liked this little Shance Drabble! :3 (I’m calling it the Tumblr AU, should I make more maybe?)

hetalia fandom

reblog art oh my god stop just liking it reblog it. reblog the art. liking it does nothing. reblog it. support artists. support writers. REBLOG. COMMENT. STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!

edit: artists are getting so many likes compared to reblogs and that’s what this is a bout. likes give notes, yes, they show appreciation in some small form, but reblogs give exposure and in a smaller fandom like what we’ve become, likes are basically useless.

that’s what this is about. if you don’t reblog art, you just like it, the like stays there. it doesn’t show other people the art. it doesn’t spread it around. it doesn’t help at all

it isn’t hard to reblog art, and if it doesn’t fit your blog’s content, then make a blog for it! make a blog for just appreciating art because if you do appreciate this fandom’s artists, and you don’t want it to die anymore, then reblog our art!!! show us that you care at this point that people are still drawing for this fandom!!

the same goes for writers, and cosplayers, and everyone else who makes things - edits, etc. reblog it! comment on it! show us that you care about it!!!

that’s all we’re asking for!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD STOP YELLING AT BEST GIRL GUYS PLEASE

MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS NO MORE 

REBLOG FOR A HUG TO CHARIOT/URSULA <3 

one of my favorite memories of RTX is that my friends went to go meet Joel and he saw that she was wearing a minecraft diamond necklace and went “oh minecraft! i love minecraft!” and she was like “yeah yeah minecraft’s cool! i love your how to videos!” and he was just like “minecraft is the best i love minecraft!” and she got him to sign her strangerhood dvd and he was stILL TALKING ABOUT HOW HE LOVED MINECRAFT and wouldn’t stop talking about minecraft even as the picture was being taken and in the picture he’s mid “i love minecraft!” oh my god KAITLYN sswishswishstab PLEASE REBLOG WITH THE PICTURE BECAUSE THE PICTURE MAKES IT

Imagine #6

YOU have had your eye on 29 Neibolt Street ever since you moved to Derry three weeks before. The derelict house had mystery written all over it, and every single time you decided to pass through that quiet street, you stopped in front of the rusted spikes and busted gate, observing the “No Trespassing” signs barely hanging on the rails, the sunflowers in the otherwise dry garden, the crooked barren tree, and the imposing presence of the house itself, as if it was staring back at you. You admitted to yourself that you always felt eyes upon you every time your own eyes would shift from the door to the barely barred windows.  Nevertheless, the thought of exploring it never escaped your mind. One fine morning, at the crack of dawn, you up and decided to set yourself on this personal adventure, in the hopes of investigating at least a few parts of the house in daylight.

You found yourself at the open gate, the sun fully risen. No sounds or smells could be sensed. It was eerily quiet, and you barely registered the faint sounds of cars passing by in the streets three blocks down. It felt as if the world stopped in this particular area of town. After you mustered enough courage to open the main door, you turned the squeaking knob and pushed the door quietly. The air was dry and dusty, but the smell of old furniture and dry weeds was unmistakable. Looking around and behind the door, you checked whether you could spot any homeless tenants or crackheads lying about in any of the immediate rooms. Seeing that the coast was clear, you let out a nervous sigh and, shrugging, you giggled and shouted a firm “Hello?” to announce your presence, just in case. If anyone or anything came up, you could bolt fast through the door and into the street without a second thought. Your voice echoed through the seemingly empty house. After about ten seconds of deafening silence, you smiled to yourself, but a sudden shift in the dust and small debris from the room to your right startled you into a light jump. The shuffling continued, and you cautiously peeked your head in. A dark shadow immediately caught your attention as it scurried from atop an old piano and fled behind a toppled chair. The place was crawling with rats, but that didn’t deter you. “Hi there, little fella! Can I come in?” After smiling to yourself, you approached the old piano and pressed a few keys, only to find it broken for the most part.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a pair of glowing yellow orbs, belonging to the actual “owner” of the abandoned house, were taking in your presence and your movements from the shadows. IT had been observing you ever since you have been stopping outside in the street and inspecting the house in the last few weeks. As soon as you stepped through the gate, IT read your intentions, took in all the little details, and smelled all your energy shifts. With ITs snack a few feet away, Pennywise made a few quiet steps out of the shadows of the hallway, drool starting to drip from the pointed smile, but IT then stopped in its footing. ‘If a little adventure is what this human seeks, then I might as well play along.’

You had been trying to play the first few notes of Für Elise, but the broken keys made your attempts completely flat. You were about to inspect the inside of the piano, when you hear the familiar squeak of the doorknob and the main door flying open. A strong breeze blew a few leaves that were scattered across the floor. With your breath caught in your throat, you momentarily freeze on the spot, holding both of your hands in tights fists under your chin. You quickly take a few steps towards the shadowed area provided by the piano, and crouch down, trying your best to hide.

What was once a darkened room had now an illuminated path caused by bright sunlight coming through the open door, and you saw the shadow of a tall figure with long legs approaching the room you were in. The footsteps were heavy across the floorboards, and the light went out followed by the slamming of the door. As the dust settled, you covered your mouth, and squinted your eyes. ‘Oh my God, does this place belong to someone?? What do I do now!?’, you frantically thought, your heartbeat hammering in your head and pulsating in your ears.

The footsteps stop. For a few seconds you hear breathing from the mysterious newcomer, and suddenly a candid yet snarky voice calls out, making you open your eyes wide in alarm, “Honey, I’m home.”

anonymous asked:

Is it confirmed anywhere that Newt is autistic, or is that just your speculation based on his behavior?

It’s not confirmed in movie that Newt is autistic, and based on the time it’s set in (I believe it’s the 1930’s?) I don’t believe it will be confirmed in any of the sequels, since they didn’t have a proper grasp on the condition at the time – but we could get conformation from JK or anyone else working on the films.

But! I do have a list of autistic behaviours that Newt displays during the film!

• Has trouble getting people to like him / difficultly in social situations
• Asked Jacob “How do people like you?” - this is common for autistic people to ask as they then try to mimic this behaviour to better fit in
• Has difficultly making eye contact
• Often strokes his coat / checks on his bow truckle friend - most likely a stim
• Sees the world in a different view- where most people see dangerous creatures, he sees fantastic beasts (please excuse this lame joke lmao)
• While we’re at it, Special Interest in magical creatures! (I know, I know, people can be interested in stuff with out it being a special interest, but let me ask you this. Is there any reason it can’t be a special interest?)
• Has difficultly talking about emotions
• He does this thing at the end of the movie where he stops and hesitates, obviously WANTS to say something, but can’t and keeps walking. I see that all the time oh my god that was so relatable!!!!!

As a person with autism, Newt is the most relatable character I’ve seen in TV or Film in a long, long time. I am hoping beyond all hope that JK or Eddie or David or SOMEONE in charge will give me the conformation I need to be blessed with such a beautiful character with autism 👏👏👏

@autisticheadcanons

Feel free to reblog and spread the word!!!!!

STOP OVERSHADOWING V IN HIS OWN ROUTE OH MY GOD LIKE I LOVE RAY/SAERAN SO MUCH BUT IT’S NOT HIS MOMENT ITS V’S DAMN ROUTE JESUS CHRIST CHERITZ WORKED SO HARD AND NOW ALL OF YALL ARE JUST LIKE “omg we need saeran’s route” LIKE REALLY IS THAT REALLY WHAT U WANT THEM TO SEE AFTER THEH BUSTED THEIR ASSES TRYING TO GET THIS OUT FOR US OMG JIHYUN DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER ITS SO SAD HOW YALL ARE BLUNTLY IGNORING HIM IN HIS OWN STORY JESUS CHRIST
(this is a sideblog i made to reblog stuff for the v route so i wouldn’t spoil it for my followers on my main, vanderwood is literally my fave so i’m not saying this to be biased, but it’s literally something i’ve been seeing & like..cmon y’all that’s so rude)

it started with an interview

Someone asked for Bechloe



The fact that it was Stacie’s idea, should have been Beca’s first warning.  

Start a tumblr blog, she said… It’ll be fun!  

What she had failed to mention to Beca was the fact that she’d be sucked into the tumblrverse.  So here she was, at half past one, scrolling through the musical tag, occasionally liking a post, occasionally interacting with fans via her main blog.  It was almost 2am when she saw the video she’d been tagged in, an interview with Beca’s long time celebrity crush, Chloe Beale.  

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Stop taking egyptian culture and slapping yugioh on it for you white people that think it’s funny. Thinking that you can water down someones culture just for some shitty cardgame, it’s really fucking distasteful.

While im at this stop saying “Oh my Ra!” It’s not in your culture either to call an actual God in this watered down sentence either just for a cardgame.

DONT REBLOG THIS POST

god there are so many truscum/transmedicalists who are trans guys & are COMPLETE assholes, and they;re all completely high on respectability politics. oh my fucking god it gives me a headache. who died and made u king of trans you shithead?

OBNOXIOUS MEN ONLINE? WHO WOULD HAVE THOUHGT!!!!!!!
SHIT GOTDAMN

“ARG STOP MAKING OUR COMMUNITY LOOK BAD” shut the fuck up you bastards YOU’RE making “our” “community” look bad with your fuckin’ outdated views on transness that basically amount to pseudoscience, ur elitism, general rudeness, male entitlement, mansplaining, ur stupid expectations that everyone lives and looks like u do, fuck off forever

DONT REBLOG THIS POST

[IT IS 1X11! LUCY PRESTON HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED BY A GARBAGEMAN, WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO!]

flynn: lucy, you are expendable, we’re not going to do great things after all, are we, WHY DON’T YOU THINK I MIGHT KILL YOU

also flynn: (absolute heart eyes and goony smiles to self when lucy is on stage with houdini, takes her on a coffee date so he can expound on his Garbage Plans™ and promptly ignore her trying to persuade him to be 12% less terrible, buys her fancy dress that goes with his suit, calls her “honey” pretending he’s arguing with his wife, grudgingly admires when she outwits him with houdini)

flynn: still totally might kill you THOUGH!1!11!1

[CUT TO! 1X14 WHEN LUCY’S TECHNICALLY BEEN “KIDNAPPED” BY THE BAD NEWS BEARS AGAIN!]

lucy: yo, trash husband, order your minion to unhand me

flynn: minion, unhand the wife, she is not a prisoner

lucy: now let me talk to charles lindbergh and also do not kill him

flynn: ok honey

karl (in corner): oh my god

(this is for you @extasiswings​ so we can mutually regret our piss poor yet also somehow amazing stanning/shipping choices)

Reblog this if you agree

This is for my friend (wolfieskies25) even if this is a lot, to me it’s still true. Hate anons are terrible. They shouldn’t be able to say things like oh your ugly and fat. Just go kill yourself. Ect. Even if they try to hide there real identity there is so much shame behind that screen. Especially if you lost someone you loved it’s not right at all. God made all of us the way we are and people still talk trash. So let’s stop anon hate and be better people. We are all sorry for your loss wolfie.