you big shit

“The Raven Queen is actually good good buds with Lady Istus.”

the power couple among the gods, to be honest

this one is literally dedicated to @itsallavengers bcuz all her posts are magnificent but the Tony & Peter ones always have me HOWLING

if u want to have a big family pls listen to this

1. nobody is going to agree on what food they want or movie they want to watch so might as well do what you like

2. costco

3. food will dissappear

4. everyone’s gonna have some issue with something

5. your mom will be very much proud of you and want to see all ur kids 9000% of the time always

6. where the FUCK is the remote

7. Joe go turn up the volume you’re the closest


9. toys are going to be everywhere, just live with it

10. babywipes are actually good for cleaning everything, not just butt

11. butts

12. the crayon basket

13. ppl using entire stacks of paper for like 3 drawings wtfff

14. anime is either severely banned or that’s all they watch there is no inbetween

15. the kids are divided into various groups according to age interest and how they hang out

16. walking into a store with all ur kids and u look like a duck with her babies and it’s cute but also like norman rockwell punk

17. you have a huge support network to get you through tough times

18, lots of injokes

19. sharing everything. everything.

20. bunkbeds will be haunting you for so long you’ll forget ppl have single beds

21. netflix is a god

22. just don’t bother looking for scissors. they’re gone. use ur teeth or a steak knife to cut open those frozen vegetables or just tear the paper in half.

23. the art basket will never have what you need

24. big families are really weird and beautiful and u should have them and relish in it proudly :)


literally just a 3-page continuation of the previous 3 pages, aka, how it should have ended

Looking for a
Looking for a
That you’re looking for a boyfriend
I see that
Give me time, you know I’m gonna be that
Don’t be scared to go put your trust in me
Can’t you see all I really want to be
Is your boyfriend
Can’t fight that
Knock me down you know I’m coming right back
I don’t care at all what you’ve done before

All I really want is to be your

Your boy boy b-b-boy-b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy-b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy-b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy-b-b-boyfriend

the talk we need to have about idols coming of age

you’ve heard it all, but this is just something imo hardly anyone really says? 

theres this grey area between childhood and adulthood where we have to grow and adapt. a birthday is just a day; it doesn’t necessarily mean our brains are matured yet. its not magic, so we need a little time.

high schoolers mentalities are still kind of raw and vulnerable when we graduate; and yes, everyone has different experiences, but this is real trust me lol and yes, of course we want you guys to see us as adults!! not baby us! but when it comes to certain comments its like “that’s.. . uncomfortable chill out maybe lol ??

so when you sexualize some of us before we’ve even gotten the chance to prove ourselves as adults, its kind of.. . awkward and sometimes even creepy .. .

like i hate having to put this in words, but no matter what someones gonna cry “STOP INFANTALIZING” or “STFU NJSNSK NO ONE FUCKIN SAYS THAT WHATTA REACH” but thats why i’m sharing this to the best of my abilities! like ofc they aren’t innocent but that’s not your cue to just overwhelm someone with your comments. idols are human too, so chill with the “they signed up for this” comments, we dont know if sexy comments are even wanted right off the hour they come of age. 

until they’ve proven themselves as adults or have expressed so, please consider keeping your lustful comments to yourselves for a bit, be cool about this. dont be selfish and creepy.. .

I look around and I realise that I’m just a small piece of a big puzzle. So much is bigger than me, trees, buildings and so much more. I’m so tiny. I might be a big part of someones life while some might not realise if I disappear. I am so tiny and a part of such a big puzzle, who knew that even the tiniest things could have such a huge impact on something as big as the world

calling Shiro space dad is Coran erasure so jot that down 


Bribery tactics..

Something I’d like you to know since no one here cares about what’s happening in my country. Everyone seems more interested in other violent attacks like in London and so on (Not saying I do not care what’s happening there) just we are also living hell in here. The Government authorities are killing us, they don’t care if you are and old man or just a kid, you’d get killed if you stand in their way. 

This dictatorship regime is killing us. 

astrailhads  asked:

i should be working on stuff for any of the 6(!!) exams/quizzes/papers i have coming up in the next week but instead i'm gonna talk about mike finding out will is gay sometime before s1. they're hangin out in mike's basement and troy had called will some homophobic bs that day at school and he's still kind of down about it so mike, well-meaning but deeply misguided, tells him, "hey, look at it this way: i really do have a frog face, at least the stuff he says about you isn't true" and will (1/2)

(2/2) hesitates for just a moment too long before opening his mouth to stutter out an awkward, “uh, y-yeah” and mike’s like Oh. but he reassures will that it’s absolutely okay and they’re best friends and nothing’s gonna change that, and that’s why mike has been 100% willing to throw hands with anyone who hurts will ever since.

this is definitely canon!!

Will is a little quieter than normal - a different kind of quiet than he usually is when he’s concentrating on the English homework sitting in front of him, book opened to the same page for the past 10 minutes and Will’s restless, fidgeting fingers fiddling with the already dogeared corner of the page.

“Hey,” Mike says, reaching forward to wave his hand gently in front of Will’s face and snap him back to attention. “Are you okay?”

Will shrugs and attempts a smile, but it’s a sad, shaky little thing that looks as if it will break itself into a million pieces if he tries any harder.

Mike’s own mouth pulls into a frown, and he chews on his bottom lip for just long enough to convince himself that it’s not a bad idea to ask what he wants to ask.

“Is it because of Troy? Because of what he said?”

It’s not as if it isn’t routine - Troy and whatever ill-intentioned pack of kids happened to be following him that day, stopping Mike and Will on their way home to hurl insults at them. It’s something that happens nearly every day. It’s routine. Albeit, an unwelcome one. But a routine nonetheless.

But today had been just slightly different. Mike had gotten caught up talking to Mr. Clarke after class while Will wandered outside to wait for him. Mike hadn’t been around and Will had gotten caught by himself, surrounded by Troy and his friends as they called out fairy and queer and words that made Mike wince to remember, the way they’d echoed over the red brick of the school building and amplified into the empty air around them when he’d walked out of the front doors of the school and spotted them out of the corner of his eye.

All it had taken was one serendipitous teacher exiting the building after Mike for them to finally stop their taunts, but it had been enough. The bike ride back to the Wheeler house had been a somber one. Where usually there would be laughter and jokes and talk of which comics they’re willing to trade this weekend, there’s long silence and Will’s careful, heavy sighing.

And now Will is sitting here, cross-legged on the floor of the Wheeler basement, head hanging down and his teeth worrying at the cuticles of his neatly trimmed fingernails, pulling back the loose skin and watching the blood well up with curious intensity.

Mike sighs because Will won’t answer him, but he does shrug and vaguely nod his head yes.

“At least you know it’s not true,” Mike says, and he’s going for reassuring, but the way Will looks up at him - his big, round eyes confused, questioning - almost makes Mike feel like he’s said something wrong.

“They’re just being dumb,” he explains, his voice going just slightly softer. “I mean, I definitely am a frog-face loser but everything they make fun of you for…at least you know it’s not true.”

A strange look passes over Will’s face - vaguely sick, like the time he’d eaten too many reese’s pieces on a late night Halloween adventure - but it passes quickly and is followed by high pitched, nervous laughter.

“Y-yeah, I guess so,” Will stutters out, but he’s no longer meeting Mike’s eyes with his own.

And oh. Oh. It’s like an errant gear clicks itself into place in the back of Mike’s brain, and he immediately wants to swallow down the words he’d just spoken. Wants to grab them back from the small space between himself and Will and press the words back behind his lips, so he’ll never have to witness Will looking so uncomfortable around him again. But he can’t do that, can’t un-say what he’s already said, can’t erase the trace of hurt sitting in the set of Will’s jaw or the crease between his brows.

So instead he reaches out and presses a hand to Will’s wrist, holds tightly enough that he can feel the quickened pattering of Will’s pulse beneath his thumb.

“But if it were true,” he says, and doesn’t continue until he knows he’s got Will’s attention. “It wouldn’t matter.”

Will’s head shoots up, eyes going wider as he stutters out, “really?” in the most unsure, whispering tone Mike has ever heard him take.

“Yeah,” Mike smiles with confident ease, squeezes Will’s wrist for good measure. “You’re my best friend, Will. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

The soft, sad sound that breaks free from Will’s throat is caught somewhere between a sigh of relief and a sob of happiness. It makes Mike laugh in return as Will suddenly jumps up to throw his arms around Mike in the kind of hug he’s usually too reserved to give. They both fall to the floor in a giggling heap, and Mike makes a silent promise to himself - to Will - to never let anyone make Will feel inferior simply for living quietly, carefully, with his own truth.