the man from o.r.g.y

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『  t h e  d e m o n  c y b o r g 』✧ for kris ! happy birthday !

I'm Not Gay

D.va: MCCREE, are you SURE you don’t like Hanzo? -3-

Tracer: Ya can’t hide a rainbow from me, Jesse. You know that.

McCree: … *singing* I’m not gay guys, that ain’t me! I’m just comfortable with my sexuality. So I can admit when I see a guy, who’s got a handsome face and pretty eyes-

*starts imaging Hanzo*

and a rock hard chest….and rippling abs…and the tightest ass…..and those sculpted calves…..and the bulging quads…and that perfect bod…..and oh my g o d take your pants off *drooling*

D.va: oh m y

Tracer: …..called it

Hanzo: ………………………… *Hanzo.exe has stopped working*

Genji: *starts laughing* IM ALMOST GONNA DIE AGAIN BUT THIS TIME FROM LAUGHTER OH SHIT-

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B L U R R Y F A C E

s t r e s s e d o u t : wish we could turn back time to the good old days when out mama’s sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

m e s s a g e m a n : release me from the present i’m obsessing all these questions why I’m in denial that they tried this suicidal session. please use discretion when you’re messing with the message man

esc2017 from an american’s pov
  • “let’s bathe in the blood of our enemies”
  • @france and uk you guys still hate each other??? welcome to 1638 apparently
  • how petty can we be: the singing contest
  • who the fuck is verka
  • the one gif of that guy in an open white vest that may not actually be from this year?
  • to the tune of the brain pictures meme: rapping yodeling y o d e l i n g  w h i l e   r a p p i n g
  • Europe hates the US so much they will literally cross hemispheres to hang out with Australia instead
  • (not that we blame you jfc)
  • D O  I T  F O R  Y O U R  L O V E R
  • help me mans or mons or whoever the fuck you are ur my only ho
  • alexander majfdklwewfneowov Invented Violin. Bow Down To Our Holy Savior.
  • euRoVisiIOn iS aBouT MuSiC
  • there are children here and we’re adopting them, Sharon
  • butts: OUT

anonymous asked:

From Grestin, to orvich donner, working is highest honor. Labor lottory, improve economy. Check all papers, finish by dark. No citations, reward shiny plaque. Man from impor, but issued lesrinadi. Hahah,was not born yesterday republia scum. Citizen must do his duty quelling population, protect the border, uphold the nation. If citizen do his duty with no complications, citizen retire to class 4 dwelling habitation. G L O R Y T O A R S T O T Z K A!

Originally posted by dean-af

“Fools, a game about following protocol! It’s my favorite!” 

                How lucky I am to have something that makes saying

                                               G O O D B Y E

                                                      so hard.

| O P E N  (&&; To mutuals)

     Sleep was something Jack hadn’t quite grasped the concept of since he was young. Laying still on your back and trying to slip away from existence was almost frightening as it was a waste of time. Morrison developed a sort of outlook that the more hours he spent sleeping, the less he’d be able to do tomorrow.

     Alas, the man was only human; his eyes grew heavy as the other was speaking to him. Words drivelled out of his head as he tried to consume their information and make use of a response.

                                        His head finally lulled forwards.

     Jack’s head hung quietly; eyes so heavy he knew he’d be as still as death for the next few hours. Exhaustion had won right in the middle of his ‘visit’.

Dear Significant Others,

I’m here to offer a point of view no one really cares about: that of someone who was “the other woman.”

I’m the person that everyone wants to vilify when their partner cheats on them. I mean, why wouldn’t you? I’m the one that was knowingly involved with a man who had a girlfriend. I was the wicked temptress, the Jezebel.

Except you never heard what he said to me. He told me he loved me, that he was just waiting for the right moment to leave her, that he could picture a forever with me that just wasn’t there with her. They hated each other, according to all of their friends. They were no good together, he said. So, being young and naive and in love, I stayed.

I let him have the best parts of me while I ripped myself to shreds wondering what I was doing wrong, why I wasn’t good enough for him to leave her if they didn’t love each other. He insisted it was only a matter of time before we could be, and I was perseverant and unwavering in my devotion.

It wouldn’t be until 3 years later that they finally did break up (he initiated it, since she blatantly refused to do it) and they could both begin the healing process. She had a new boyfriend within a week, and he and I never became a thing. Regardless of the fact that he was the one breaking her trust, he was the one leading me on, he was the one using the emotions of not just us, but many girls, to have as much sex as he wanted, I’m still the one she blamed for their relationship failing.

Their failed relationship is not my fault. Yes, I was the other woman. Yes, I was the one he primarily cheated with for pretty much the duration of their relationship. But he was the one cheating. He was the one who had a commitment to another girl and still chose to sleep with me. If it hadn’t been me, and there were times that it wasn’t, it would’ve been any number of other girls. I can still list at least four other girls he had been with aside from her or me. I just had the benefit of knowing about them.

Your cheating SO is not the fault of the person they’re cheating on you with. Your SO is cheating because that’s what they want to do. Go ahead, be angry at the other woman/man, but be angrier at your partner. Hold your partner accountable for their choices and their actions instead of blaming the person they were stringing along.

Sincerely,

The Homewrecker

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I may have been conceived out there in the endless depths of space…but I was born when the Rocket opened, on Earth, in America. I’ll cherish  a l w a y s  the memories Jor-El and Lara gave me… but only as curious mementos of a life that might have been.  K r y p t o n  b r e d  m e, but i t  w a s  E a r t h  that gave me all I am. All that matters.
It was Krypton that made me Superman…but it is the Earth that makes me HUMAN!

I t  i s  a  r e m a r k a b l e  d i c h o t o m y.  In many ways, Clark is the most  h u m a n  of  us  all.  Then…he shoots fire from the skies, and it is difficult not to think of him as a  g o d.  And how fortunate we all are that  i t  d o e s  n o t  o c c u r  t o  h i m. Batman