who grow up

Supercorp fans: Hey we’re just being really tired of you queerbaiting us. Like you have whole scenes dedicated to how much Kara and Lena mean to each other, and both of them doing extreme things for each other throughout two whole seasons, and it just sucks that the writers have shut us down repeatedly and cast has on occasion made fun of us and felt uncomfortable with the idea. We would like some actual representation, this is ridiculous, and I don’t feel like watching this show.

Everyone: Wow you guys are so sensitive. Why would you stop watching a show only because your ship doesn’t become real?? That’s not reflective of the whole show, and it’s really alienating to everyone else who watches the show. Grow up.

Finnpoe fans: THIS STAR WARS WAS BULLSHIT BECAUSE FINNPOE WASN’T CANON AFTER TWO MOVIES DESPITE HAVING LIKE FIVE SCENES TOGETHER. ALSO WE HAVE A WHOLE CAST OF PEOPLE WHO UNCONDITIONALLY SUPPORT THIS SHIP. I’M TIRED OF NOT HAVING REPRESENTATION AND BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE STAR WARS MOVIE.

Everyone: YOU ARE SO RIGHT, SCREW STAR WARS

so i had this horse named max when i was growing up who didn’t have a mean bone in his body, i believe he genuinely had no desire to hurt anyone in his life, the only problem being that he was at times almost too clumsy to live.

he was a dirt-speckled white tall stocky arab gelding with absurdly long haunches and very dark quizzical eyes. he was very interested in new people and new objects and utterly terrified of anything that he couldn’t automatically define. he had very pronounced withers that would jam right up into your goddamn crotch when you were riding him bareback, and he had the worst, bumpiest, most broken-laundry-machine of a gait that would jar the teeth from your skull right as you were losing your virginity. 

he was the world’s largest dog. he would wander over without fail to come over and say hi and then he would slowly and sedately lick you all over your hands and arms without using his teeth once. the man. loved. to lick things. you offered him something to eat and he would ever so delicately pick it up with his front lip, deposit it dexterously in his mouth, then gently chew. he never bit or kicked a person in his entire life. he didn’t mind being sat on while he wandered around and grazed, and he was so tall and broad that you could sit on him backwards and lay forward with your arms folded on the big black-spotted white of his butt like he was a couch.

he loved having his feet trimmed. he would always be so interested in the man working with his feet, and he would lick them on the arms and they never knew how to deal with it. we got a lot of comments like “This is the lickiest damn horse I ever saw” and also “please god he’s leaning on me make him stop.” 

he’d trip over himself every four seconds, and while he’d amble like a lanky sedan chair on the way out on a trip, on the way back you’d have to keep your elbows yanked back to your sides and your biceps straining as you kept his head glued to his chest and kept him from going faster and faster. he had this amazing lunatic bursts of insane energy when the situation called for it, and while he wasn’t particularly fast, the mere sight of that much poorly aligned and desperately out-of-proportion horsemeat attempting to fling itself through the sound barrier was enough to make you want to sit down for a minute.

he became desperately unhappy once his lifelong partner-in-horse would leave  while someone took her out on a ride alone and he’d stand in the farthest mile corner of the six miles of pasture and scream his head off until she came back. his sweat always smelled more acrid and sour than hers did, and he always foamed in big greenish smears. he loved being brushed until his hair fluffed out gleaming white, and while hoses terrified him into emotional outbursts, he very much loved to swim, and stand in the shallows and churn the water while jerking his head up and down in dogged delight.

on hot summer days he would lay down in the softest most nibbled to the quick part of the pasture and sleep for hours in the sunshine with the breath wheezing in and out his mouth and his legs stretched out. 

he absolutely had to walk in front of his horse partner at all times. 

he didn’t like dandelion flowers. he liked eating hollyhocks and thistle flowers, and he destroyed my mother’s lilac bush by literally walking over it until it was on his undercarriage and scratching back and forth with a look of complete and total bliss on his long stupid face. 

if you walked up to him in the dark he would walk over, inspect you for food, then breathe on you and keep you company while farting gently. if you were taking a nap in the grass he’d walk over and lick you mournfully on your face while farting gently. if you were riding him and he saw a leaf that looked at him wrong he would explode in seven different directions at once and yank your arms out of their sockets, excitedly farting the entire time. 

he was, in every respect, the sweetest, dumbest farmboy who ever lived. 

Domestic boyfriends part IV
  • Draco, on the phone with Pansy: so how does it feel being married to a literal sex symbol
  • Draco: *glances over to Harry*
  • Harry: *tries to drink butterbeer while laying on the couch*
  • Harry: *accidentally waterboards himself with butterbeer, coughs for like 5 seconds before trying it again*
  • Draco: it's okay i guess
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What if he got FLUFFIER though

Does anybody else ever feel that your friends have other people that they call friends, they have other people to fall back on and you, you only have them. If they were to leave, you’d have nobody, whereas they would still have those other people in their lives. Such a lonely thought.

Phichit somehow talked them into doing this pose and it probably broke their social media 😂😂

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my wife told me to do it
the bonus was something i had to add
ty @the10dollarfoundingfather for transposing one of my fave johnny bravo eps into this beauty

Anyone else just… tired of Tumblr’s black and white thinking?? IDK it just feels like things have to be perfect or irredeemable, and honestly next to nothing is either of those. Y'all need to just chill and learn how to see the complexity in things

It's so frustrating that whenever you try to look up almost -anything- related to autism, every single resource is almost exclusively about children.

I have zero sympathy for Straight Parents who make trans-/homo-/biphobic jokes in front of their children because they are just too narrow minded to even consider the possibility their child may not be cishet and could be negatively affected by those “jokes”.

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Star Trek: Voyager | The Caretaker | All He Did Was Say One (1) Nice Thing to You, Tom

Friendly reminder that James potter didn’t mature in order to get lily to like him, he matured and became a better person for himself and for his friends and to fight for the greater good and that’s why lily loved him