Wait For It…

For the record, I will never reblog “judging you so hard if you scroll past this” posts because that’s a sign extremely manipulative behavior and is reminiscent of abuse. I don’t care how good the post is. I don’t care if I agree with it 110%. I’m not reblogging it.

The most infuriating thing about the Tumblr purge is when you write something that’s nsfw, you can’t tag it as nsfw because then Tumblr auto-hides the post.

So…what do you do?  Don’t post it?  Don’t tag it?  Tag it as “no t sa fe 4 worrrrk” or something equally obtuse?

It makes it impossible to post responsibly.  :/  

harry can’t duel

harry can’t duel

harry cannot duel

he only uses expelliarmus and he cannot duel

even if he’s dueling the FUCKING DARK LORD

From a Christian stand, would it be fair to consider Nationalism the worship of a false idol?

me: im so bored

me: i have nothing to do

me: i wish i had something to do

basic responsibilities: yo

me: not u

me: anyway

me: im so bored

me: i have nothing to do

hey guys you should support elicia donze

here is her kofi, her artstation, and her website. she also has an instagram & facebook, both of which with descriptive captioning.

who is elicia donze? just one of the most amazing and inspirational pop artists in this current time.

a prevalent yet underappreciated and absolutely slandered fan artist for the spn fandom, she’s a master at not just realism but adding a touch of whimsical beauty and etherealness in everything she does.

her job opportunities are and have been sabotaged by spn fans for years. how many years? over 10 years. i wasn’t a part of her followerbase until a few months ago, but just so you know she goes through so much fucking bullshit every day. just the usual death threats and lost job opportunities and panic attacks and so on that she’s had to manage for longer than i’ve been in school!

she struggles to make ends meet for herself and her two cats, and she’s got pills (? i don’t know for sure, she is mentally disabled though) and bills to pay for. wanna help? here is her kofi, her artstation, and her website. she also has an instagram & facebook, both of which with descriptive captioning.

can’t give her money right now? then follow @eliciaforever and reblog her artwork, reblog the bullshit she has to put up with, listen to what she says. like, actually listen. tell people about elicia. tell people about her art. elicia knows she’s good. she’s a fucking legend. but people don’t seem to like women artists who know their worth, so might as well flaunt it as much as possible.

and also, if you know people who can spare some change, here is her kofi, her artstation, and her website. she also has an instagram & facebook, both of which with descriptive captioning. a third time. just so you all know ;)

Ye olde Windows screen savers.

life goal? glad you asked. i take up jogging. eventually i start running. day and night. nonstop grind until i hardly break a sweat. i train a little more each day until my stamina is at its maximum possible limit. i start uploading videos of myself running to youtube. people all over the world are mesmerized by my speed and talent. i catch the attention of usain bolt, the fastest runner in the world. he offers to train me, to unlock my full potential as a runner as i lack professional experience. once he starts training me, i learn the ropes of competitive professional running. under his guidance, i am unstoppable. i start entering in local tournaments and leave my competitors in the dust. i win tournament after tournament until i make it into the olympics. here’s where the twist comes in. i throw the race on purpose. i take dead last. after the olympics, i go back to running in regional and eventually national tournaments. i win again and again. finally, i make i to the olympics again. i throw the race again. i build up a reputation as a runner who thrives until she makes it to the olympics. i repeat this cycle of tournament > olympics several times. finally, once more, i make my way to the olympics. i’ve built up my reputation to the point that everyone knows who i am. all eyes are on me. finally, it’s my time to shine. as the gun goes off and the race begins, i naruto run to the finish line and take gold. this was all a lot funnier in my head.