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May 08 2018


Just…. UUUGGGHHHH!!!!!!

I am so sick of this bitch. Yes she’s my roommate and no, since I don’t currently have a job and none of the bills are in my name, I don’t have a right to kick her out. And no, I can’t just move out because 1. I was part of the original 3 that went in on this apartment, and 2. My boyfriend is living here, and everything is in his name. However, he won’t kick her out just cuz I’m seriously over her and her fuckin attitude. He almost kicked her out a couple of times cuz he is getting sick of it bit then they talk and work things out and it’s all fine. I’m just to the point where I’m tired of her being here and I’m ready for her to be out of our lives. I fuckin hate her and I want her to leave. Like I wish she had never come into this house to begin with and I’m just fuckin done. JUST GET THE FUCK OUT AND DON’T EVER FUCKING COME BACK YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH ASS CUNT.

May 07 2018

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#um excuse me that’s MY husband

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i check the nintendo switch subreddit for news from time to time, and this was one of the trending posts for today. how cute…

May 06 2018


May 03 2018





There have been shadows in the corner of your eye since you were born. One day, you finally catch one in the center of your vision and it deflects a car hurdling towards you. As you look around, the shadows are preventing multiple untimely deaths from happening to you.

I always felt like I was being watched. I just never knew by who. I could swear to anyone I knew that I’d seen them, the shadows lurking just outside of my vision. As I grew into my late teens, I began to stop questioning, and just accept that I had bad eyesight, regardless of the perfect vision the doctor said I had.

One day, the one time I wasn’t paying attention as I crossed the street, I looked up to see a car coming straight for me, paying less attention than I was. But, just before it hit, something moved out of the corner of my eye and hurled itself into the car, knocking it across the street. I looked down at what had caused that kind of tremendous effect on that car, and there it was. The shadow, that had always been there. Just outside of my direct line of sight. It lay there, helpless. I picked it up before anyone could see, and ran to an alley.

“What are you? Why did you save me?” I pleaded with the shadow as I set it on the ground.

It looked at me, or at least I thought it did. We are just what you believe us to be. Shadows. We have been sent to watch you. You had a deadly disease when you were born and weren’t supposed to live. Your parents sold themselves for you to have a life. Now, we keep you safe, until you turn twenty-one.

I turn twenty-one tomorrow.

And then what happened????

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Reblog if you’re proud of him



my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it









i have an idea in my head where thor is just like. painfully incapable of being cissexist.

like some transphobic reporter asks him abt his sexuality and he’s “i have been attracted to many of your midgardian genders” and “what” and “my current paramor is genderqueer” “are they male or female” “they are neither of those two genders, that is what i have just said!” “oh well what were they born as“ “oh no, dear friend, u appear to be confusing genderqueer with genderfluid! the lady mystique assures me that these are two very different things, [extremely extended explanation]”


oh  my gosh yes

“but what are they biologically?”

“…they are human.”

oh my god

“But what is between their legs?!”

“That is not of your concern, but on a good  day, myself!”


        (via tinpanali)





does anyone else with intrusive thoughts do that weird dismissive head shake when they get them to kinda like.. reverse/reject the thought or is that just me

Gotta shake your brain like an etch-n-sketch and start over


Reblog if you want a bunch of “have you evers” and “would you rathers” in your ask box right now.


The one with the most difficult “would you rather” wins a secret prize. I’m not joking.

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Singing to myself “my photos are everywhere but I’m never getting credits,oh why”

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carmilla the series: a summary

in this economy? no such thing my dudes



Me: *going about my life, accomplishing normal life milestones*

My brain: There are castles for sale. In the European countryside. Buy one. Disappear. Adopt a flock of ravens. Become a local legend.








Shuri shouting out the floor is lava and recording the confusion among the avengers wondering why tchalla king of Wakanda hopped up on a counter cause goddammit his little sister pulls this shit all the time and peter is stuck on the wall because he’s also a child of the internet and understands the meme life and now his fate is sealed there will never not be a time Shuri isn’t camera ready and yelling out the floor is lava to see the wackiest places she could get peter to stick on

T’Challa ignored her once so she developed synthetic deployable lava and the next time she yelled the floor is lava it actually was. T’Challa lives in fear now because he knows if he doesn’t pretend the floor is dangerous, it will be.

Once she got peter to stick onto T’Challa.

Everytime she does this, Thor is the first to find high ground. because Loki used to play the same game, and Loki was never one for ‘pretend’.

I need fanart of, like, all of these scenarios.

I have now the mental image of Thor on the counter, T'Challa hanging on his arm and Peter clinging onto T'Challa’s leg, hovering about 2cm above a pool of lava, with Loki and Shuri crying with laughter


When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’













God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.


If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

M gonna reblog..

i was thinking about this post the other day i’m so glad i found it again

I am glad you were saved. Go queens!

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