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Wanna hear how I accidentally got engaged today?

Idk if y’all wanna hear this but all it takes is one reblog and I will tell the full story with screenshots

I NEED THE NAME!!! PLEASE IT’S BEEN 5 YEARS!!!

hey that comic so sooo beautiful

and you do you and what you want to draw

Real quick though, are you good?

The fandom has some angst today I tell ya

and me too I’ve got the sadness

and maybe you could do like a fluff happytime kiss like what is the happiest thing I can think of maybe they are married and he gets her a hamster and they name it whatever the opposite of loneliness is

Just like if you want to

-the same awkward anon you always get

Anon. Your majesty 👑

You are such a sweetheart.

I am good! That comic just had been haunting me for like a month and today happened to be the day I had finished enough of my other art projects that I had time to get it out of my system.

That ask was so sweet and ily anon, whoever you are! Of COURSE I will draw you happily married adrinette with their hamster named—

watch you be the ceo

A technician pulls a headset off of you and asks you if you liked the VR. You panic, and he calmly says that your whole life was a 2 minute VR experience to show you what being an average person would be like. You, stunned and afraid, ask, “Who am I, then?” He stares in complete disbelief.

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There should be arguments in any marriage but not fights. Also change the username Jeff that was really good

As Jack was marrying Jill, his father gave him some advice “Son, when I got married to your mother, the first thing I did when we got home was strip her naked, take off my pants…

Then, I gave them to your mother and told her to try them on, which she did. They were huge on her and she said that she couldn’t wear them because they were too large. I said to her, ‘Of course they are too big for you, I wear the pants in this family and I always will.’ …Ever since that day, son, we have never had a single problem.“

Jack took his dad’s advice and did the same thing to his wife on his wedding night.

Then, Jill took off her panties and gave them to Jack. “Try these on,” she said. Jack went along with it and tried them on, but they were far too small.

“What’s the point of this? I can’t get into your panties,” said Jack.

“Exactly,” Jill replied, “and if you don’t change your attitude, you never will!”

PLEASE REBLOG THIS IS IMPORTANT AND IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE!!!

PLEASE DO NOT THINK FOR EVEN A SECOND THAT YOUR VOICE WILL NOT HAVE AN IMPACT THIS IS LITERALLY THE BARE MINIMUM

I'm sorry for putting this in the BLM and stop Asian hate tag but in the last few days posts tagged with "Palestine" have not been showing up.

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can I write this too though? Like its such a wonderful Idea.

To everyone who keeps making metaphorical stories about aliens being connected to race, and humans judging them based on their skin color: 

You know nothing of this world, this universe, or Javert!

Yes, yes, the ‘aliens are a different color’ trope is great and you can get a lot of commentary out of it. After all, we humans do hate things that are a different color than peach.

But do you know what else we humans hate?

We humans hate anything other than the normal ‘body’.

Give me an Earth - no, no, not just the broad Earth, give me a high school - where a few different groups of aliens are there as part of the universal foreign exchange program, and the human students are having a field day.

Give me bullies who taunt all of the aliens. Give me an administrative body that does nothing. “Well, humans will be humans.” Give me parents who teach their children that it’s alright to stare at the aliens. Give me a metaphor so blunt that you’re all probably groaning.

Give me all of this.

And then give me a group of disabled kids who come to the aliens’ defense.

Give me an alien who can’t see, who cannot possibly grasp the concept of seeing, who doesn’t know what the big deal is about seeing. And then give me a blind kid who’s like, “Yeah, I don’t get what the big deal is, either. But you’re never going to survive on this planet without having some sense of where you’re going. Here, try this.”

“IS IT A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION?”

“…Close. It’s called a cane. No, no, it’s not - you don’t have to - okay, seriously, stop poking everyone with it.”

*Poke poke*

“That’s literally doing nothing.”

*Poke poke*

“You’re not injuring anyone.”

*Poke poke*

“I’m pretty sure you’re poking the lamp.”

Give me an alien who doesn’t walk, so much as it slithers. And it gets along well with a boy in a wheelchair, who really regrets letting it borrow said wheelchair because it somehow turned it into a nuclear-powered mini spaceship that travels down the hallways at the speed of light. (”I was in the bathroom for like two minutes.”)

Give me an alien who is over-stimulated and begins creating weird sonic waves from its mouth, before an autistic girl covers him with a weighted blanket, completely pacifying him.

Give me a girl with behavioral issues who talks to an alien with behavioral issues and is like, “I’ll tell you what; I’ll promise not to punch Jane “Homecoming Queen” Doe in her face, if you promise not to destroy the entire east side with the push of a button.”

Give me a boy with a prosthetic arm and leg building a prosthetic arm and leg for a very excited alien, who doesn’t know how to thank them enough.

Give me an alien who is really, really, really, really, really confused because what do you mean you have a machine that keeps your life source from exploding, what is this maker of paces, you humans are hard core.

Give me an alien who is equally confused because what do you mean she can’t hear? Her hearing appendages are right there? I see nothing wrong with them?

And then give me the alien parents who are the biggest soccer moms of the galaxy and find out that the other kids were picking on their children and are ready to blow up the entire world before the aliens are like, “No, look, it’s cool, these humans don’t pick on us.” “Yeah, they’re cool.” “Besides, they give us weapons of mass destruction.” *Poke poke*

Somebody give me this!

Wait a minute, I’m an author!

I’ll give it to myself.

And also to all of you.

Stay tuned.

you know what they(whoever that is) say "one mans trash IS another mans treasure!"

Bad Taste- Marichat

Marichat trash… I know…

I regret nothing.