Reblogging to potentially save a fur friends life

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.

Yowch, disgusting.

If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.

Always reblog this

If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend

IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT MEN CAN’T BE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE, I AM SICKENED BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE ON MY BLOG.

If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.

If you want to debate about this or send anon’s about this, I will reply but your actions have consequences.

Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.

Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.

I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.

Anyone can be victim and anyone can be an abuser regardeless of gender. 

I’ve noticed that SING franchise popularity has been decreasing little by little, and I’m not liking it! I remember even before it was released, it was everyone’s favourite thing to talk about, and when it was released into theatres, social media, DVDs and CDs, it’s love for it blew up! And now, after everything that has happened, it became like all those other movies and tv shows in the past. And it will be the end of Sing if don’t do something about it! Illumination Entertainment made this, now we fans have to continue what they started!

Reblog this post if your with me! This is not just for me, but for the SING franchise, fans all over the world, and Illuminaton Entertainment and its creators.

I refuse to let the Sing movie franchise fandom die! If you're in the Sing fandom, reblog this post!

AU where Hunter's latent Big Brother Energy endeared The Collector to him and suddenly Belos's ever disposable Golden Guards are no longer disposable as this all-powerful cosmic toddler could throw a world rending temper tantrum if his "new favorite guard" had a "mysterious disappearance". And he needs to keep Hunter around and The Collector relatively complacent to avoid having his atoms separated like a determined child plucking apart the numerous tiny individual berry bits that make up a raspberry.

"You try to Dispose of Hunter? You try to Dispose of Hunter like the Golden Guard??? Oh! Oh! Void for Belos! Imprisonment in the Cosmic Void for Belos for One Thousand Years!!!"

“Just once…just once…I want to play with the others!…This year is…my last chance!”

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Finished my first bingo piece! Took much longer since this one had a background (something I usually suck at). I’m still getting the hang of properly shading, but the blur/smudge tool on Procreate helped a ton!

Little Secret

A Retired Leaders AU fic. It’s technically a rewrite of an older fic called ‘How A Scout Met A Prince’, because it covers the same event, but it’s significantly different.

This is how Steven and Hunter met.

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It was a typical afternoon in the Emperor’s castle. Every member of the coven was busy with something, be it receiving orders, going out on missions, or any other assignment.

Steven was on guard duty that day, watching over a hallway around the corner from the monarch’s own personal chambers.

The Emperor has increased security around his quarters over the last three or four years, and he has been spending a lot more time inside, but he never gave an explanation for it, leaving his coven with nothing but speculation.

The most common belief was that his health might have been deteriorating, be it merely a result of old age or a worsening of the scars that wild magic left on him decades ago. Whatever the reason was, all that was known for sure was that the area surrounding his room was more heavily guarded than before.

Though, strangely, none of the scouts or guards were ever stationed right outside his door - they were always at a distance. At times the hallway was even left completely unguarded, with security only standing in adjacent corridors, like it was currently.

All those questions and unexplained oddities have crossed Steven’s mind, while he leaned against the wall with arms folded, pondering. He has gotten this assignment before, but it never brought him any closer to the truth, despite his proximity to the Emperor.

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This will never NOT be funny

I’m so glad this is on tumblr

My favourite thing about this is, he didn’t even have to call him ‘Captain’ he could have used the screen-name but he was SO MARRIED TO THE IMMERSION that he DID.

Passenger: CAPTAIIIIN!!!

Captain: y-yeah?

Passenger: LOOOOOOOK!

(FULL BLAST PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN MUSIC)

my fav.

Fun fact, the developers of this game loved this video so much that they made it an official advertisement of the game

Every time I see people bash Abuela from Encanto or Mei’s mom from Turning Red I just wonder why they can’t just direct their hatred towards the REAL enemy:

Chicken Little’s dad

he's a god, of course he's into worship

😔 so sad

If you donate, I’ll send a little something as a thank you no matter the amount! Thank you.

Side note: it says “last night” bc I posted this on Insta the say before this one lol

i think Gregory is my favorite character

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

Reblog to save a life.

Sharing because it’s actually a verified and sourced thing and not one of those dumbass fake tip posts.

Part 2! Hearing buster in casual clothes and the first thing my mind went to was a ash-makeover.

Last image is when you realize your lame boss is secretly punk rock

Twin AU Meeting Here by @jspills

Listen I’ve thrown myself back into monster high face first, and seeing all the amazing art is just making my fingers itch

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Summary: Monster High, based on jspill’s art of a Jackson/Holt twin au; Specifically when they come to blows about Holt playing dumb

Jackson learned earlier on in normie schools not to stare too long. Which he thinks is what’s saving his ass right now as he can hear the group of monsters mumbling about him. 

“Nah, he’s probably just some weird Normie kid..” His brother’s voice forces him to look up, a reassurance that he’s safe. He searches and finds him, other male monster’s around him.

Jackson can sort of recognise the werewolf, he remembers seeing him around the vampire girl that Frankie had introduced him to, although the introductions she’d done earlier in the day are just a blurry spot because she smiled at him and then her arm ran up his shoulder to turn his head so she could point out his Home ick classroom. The fire elemental looks familiar in that vague way that Jackson thinks he’d seen him at a family function or in passing maybe a dream even. The gorgon he recognises. Deuce; he seems to be regarding Jackson with curiosity in the same way Holt had when they’d first been introduced. But then Holt flickers his gaze up and down Jackson and shrugs, repeating that he’s a normie and the rest of the monsters turn back to whatever they’re talking about.

Jackson learns by lunch that Holt’s not just giving him the silent treatment but that Holt has decided to completely ignore his existence beyond being the strange new normie that everyone is talking about. It’s too easy for Jackson to fall back on years of previous social interaction; which is him keeping his head down and trying not to draw anyone’s attention to himself.

This ignorance is bliss approach lasts until Mr. Rotter assigns some group project and Deuce

 asks if they can work at one of their houses.

“Course, just don’t spill all my secrets.” Holt laughs and Jackson wonders exactly how far he expects Deuce to follow through when he nods.

Jackson almost considers going for a walk so he can pretend to show up to his own house. Holt, who’s finally acknowledging him calls him an idiot and before it can be an actual fight Deuce shows up. He doesn’t mention anything while they’re working and they actually manage to finish the project in a few hours.

Jackson knows they’ll go back to ignoring each other so when he steps back into the halls and Holt doesn’t look his way he’s not surprised. Deuce however is still surprising him when he walks over and slings his arm on his shoulder.

“Good to see you man; you eating lunch alone again?” Deuce asks and Holt’s about to answer but Jackson’s nod beats him to it. He can see the fire in Holt’s eyes and just smirks a little, finally pleased he can get one up on his twin.

“Jackson, good to see you, you look like you’ve slept for once; Deuce was saying you and him stayed up all night finishing Rotter’s project, since Holt has to have his eight hours of beauty rest.”

“Oh like Jackson doesn’t whine like a little bitch when he’s sleepy.” Holt laughs and Jackson rolls his eyes.

“You’d know all about that Mr. still sleeps with a nightlight.”

“Say the one who’s still scared of everyone around here.”Holt hisses and Jackson swears he can feel the air change. Everyone shifts uncomfortably, Deuce is looking unsure, as is Clawd. Jackson catches Clawd mumbling, half asking how they know that about each other. Holt’s glaring, a barely there smirk already in place because he thinks Jackson doesn’t have anything to come back with; that he won’t admit it.

“Why would I be scared of anyone here when you’re my brother.” Jackson’s almost expecting a cliche gasp to rise up instead Holt’s hand presses firmly on his shoulder; he can feel the heat burning through his clothes, most likely going to leave a blister, or a scar if he’s unlucky; and with the tense way Holt is watching him, he knows he’s unlucky.

“Brother?” Deuce frowns and Jackson nods trying his best not to scream.

“Yeah, Jackson’s my twin; he’s normie though; as far as we can tell so no clue why he’s here. He should just got back to where he came from.”

“You really want me to go blabbing to the normies about monsters? Everyone would know you’ve driven me back.”

“When the hell did you get a spine?”

“Somewhere between you ignoring me and getting bullied for being a freak by normies.”

“They were right though, you’re a normie weirdo here and a weirdo freak to normies. Why would anyone want you here!”

“I think most of the monsters here do want me; besides you..” Jackson responds calmly, Holt finally pulling his hand back as if he was the one burned.

“You just showed up.” He growls and Jackson nods slightly, hoping that Holt will actually talk to him for once; it seems his luck will hold on this.

“They never told me about you, I was alone, you were alone.” Holt hisses, shoving Jackson away from the creepateria and into the empty hallway. Before Jackson can say anything Holt’s pulling him into a slightly stiff hug.

“I know if anyone asks ,you beat me up.” Jackson chuckles and can’t help but smile when Holt scowls.

“You’re my brother.” A tense sigh. “If anyone fucks with you they’re fucking with me.”

“And us.” Deuce and the rest of Holt’s friends are smirking as they crowd the doorway.

“Don’t worry, if anyone asks Jackson’s a sappy normie who dragged you into the hug.” Holt tries to protest before Clawd, Heath and Deuce are all pushing him back into Jackson’s arms so they’re the center of a group hug.

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