those tags are jokes

since some ppl requested some bungalow stray gays, please be aware that some subs will have some jokes about suicide. if you wanna block those posts, please blacklist the tag ‘fakeanimesub suicide joke’.

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they just remind me of Spongebob and Patrick, it suits pretty well

Ink by @comyet

Error by @loverofpiggies

(i guess idea might be a little inspired by @puffrisk (??))

I dont even know why I made this. 🤹🏼‍♀️

I’m not even into Jake. 🐺

But this is what he looks like in my mind whenever everyone goes gaga over him. 😽

People with disorders and mental illnesses that are coded as “scary” or just aren’t taken seriously are valid and deserve to feel loved. Schizophrenia, DID, BPD, OCD, I’m sorry I can’t mention all of them in one post. This goes out  to everyone with mental illnesses that aren’t widely known of or that are considered scary or unlovable. Every single one of you deserve to be treated better, your struggles are not something for others to joke about. I know it gets tiresome when the only representation people give you is filled with stereotypes of violence or “weirdness”. It’s not true, society is wrong about you. 

missstealyourgirl  asked:

i want lego joker 2 sing how bad can i be from the lorax

don’t do this to me

don’t make me remember my past

bearlytolerable  asked:

For DWC: Human Emma explaining gravitation to Solas. Bonus if she provides examples.

For @bearlytolerable and @dadrunkwriting sorry if this little drabble was less sciencey than you were hoping for, but character wise I don’t think Emma would know a lot of the technical and in depth explanations, not about that at least.  So I went with a way she could show him that I figured most people in our world would be aware of ;).  

Emma crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back on the corner of his desk.  At least he was sitting so she didn’t have to stare up at him as she spoke.  She always managed to hold her ground well enough but that didn’t mean it was particularly easy when he was towering over her.

“Solas, why would I lie about this?  I’m telling you if you drop a ball of steel and a ball of wood that are the same size they will both land at the same time.”

He gave that huff of indignation he did so well, “That is preposterous.  You are… what is the term you use?  Pulling my leg.”

“It’s gravity.”  

“You can make up as many words as you like—”

“Ugh, I am not making up words.  If I were to jump down from where Dorian is—”

“Why would you—”

“I wouldn’t just… I’m giving you an example.  So, shut it.”  She waited to see if he would resist but he simply leaned back in his chair, steepling his hands before giving her a nod.  “If I jumped from where Dorian is I would fall and land here right?  I would not simply float, correct?”

She paused and when he didn’t speak she raised a brow.  He copied her expression before saying, “Oh I apologize, I thought I was to shut it.”

“You. are. Impossible.”  She straightened and started out of the rotunda.  “I’m going to talk to Ivy before this turns into a thing.”

There was no more talk of it until several days later, at which point she had completely forgotten the conversation.  Emma was out working in the herb garden when a shadow fell over her.  She looked up, covering her eyes with her hand, to find the familiar lank of Solas looking proud of himself.

“What’s with the—”

“I have the balls.”

She paused, tilted her head, “I’m sorry, you have the what now?”

“Your balls so that you may show me this theory of yours.”

“My… what?”

The smile fell and his brows furrowed, “You have forgotten already?  One wood and one steel.  This thing you were talking about… gravity, was it?”

“Ooohhhh,”  Understanding dawned on her and she stood, wiping the dirt on her leggings, “You actually had them made?”

“Yes.”

She couldn’t help when the corners of her mouth twitched up, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.  Come, let’s find somewhere to drop them where we won’t hit someone in the head.”

They found themselves up on Skyhold’s fortress walls in a corner without any traffic.  They would go unobserved and not risk hitting anyone in the process.  Solas glanced down as he felt the weight of the balls in his hands.

“You want to drop them or shall I?  Either way it is key they are dropped at the same time.”

His eyes came up to meet hers and he smirked,  “What shall we wager?”

She laughed and shifted putting a hand on her hip, “Oh I don’t think you want to do that on this one.”

“I believe I do.”  He played at thinking on it for a moment before he said, “Loser will be bound and winner may do what they wish to them tonight.”

She raised a brow, “You want to tie me up?  Or do you want to be tied up?  Either way, this seems like it is a wager where we both win no matter.”

He continued to smirk, but his attention shifted to look down at the ground below, “It is agreed then?”

“I agree.  Are you dropping them then?”

“Why?  Would you rather my balls be in your hands?”

At least she managed to keep the giggle down that threatened to bubble out, “This is science and should be taken seriously, now get to it.”

“Eager to lose are you?”

“No.  Eager to win actually.  Then I can have my way with your balls as much as I like.”

A chuckle as he held both hands out over the edge, “Impatient, woman.  On the count of three then?”

“Very well, one. Two. Three.”

He opened both hands at the same time and they both watched as the two balls fell to the earth.  At the same speed.  Directly next to each other.  Until they both fell into the dirt giving out little puffs into the air on impact.  At the same time, as she knew they would.

“Well,” a pause, “that was… unexpected.”

He was looking down at the ground still and she reached out.  Her fingers brushing along his jaw and forcing him to look at her, “Tell me Solas.  Should I use leather bindings or silk?”

look people, stop reblogging photosets just to complain about them in the tags.

I get it, a lot of you are weirded out by the idea of beardless Blackwall - and apparently not aware that beards do come off in the real world as well - but then just don’t reblog, or you know interact with the phototset?

Do you have any idea how obnoxious is is to go through my notifications, and having to see so many people complaining about beardless blackwall?  You do realise I can see your tags right? I kinda can’t avoid seeing them unless I never go into my notifications and start to ignore people.

Not to mention that after having posted a few of these phoptosets where Blackwall “isn’t himself because I can’t deal with it”, I’ve literally seen every tag possible.

And I get it, I don’t like seeing Dorian without his moustache, but do I reblog those sets with long lamenting tags? And old jokes? Nope. I just reblog a photoset where he does have his moustache.


Which isn’t even getting to the point of why are you even reblogging something you clearly dislike so much you can’t shut up about it?

Not to mention what has landed in my inbox.


And if you think you’re being funny, look, the ‘put it back or so help me’ joke has been done by everyone already, we’re good on that joke. In tag form and gif form.