When A Guest Is Rude To Me It’s Become My Policy To Give Them How Much Food We’re Actually Told To

Tide will have dropped the ball if they don’t run a Father’s Day ad ending with “yup, it’s a tie, dad.”

This is an ItsBirdyArt collection of Pokemon in their “Evolved” hoodies. 

Reblog this if you would date a disabled person

I’m in a wheelchair and my dad has always told me I wouldn’t find a date. I’m going to make a book with all of the names of the rebloggers.

new to tumblr?

found yourself getting blocked for seemingly no reason?

does your profile look like this:

you're getting blocked because people think you're a bot

do yourself a favour and change your profile images to literally anything except the defaults. give your blog a name, give yourself a bio even if it simply says "new, figuring this out" or something. please, just do ANYTHING that shows everyone you're a human. then you wont get blocked anymore and you'll have a lot more fun here!

oh and while we're here, another hot tip: reblog things. likes do nothing here, there's no algorithm

okay happy tumblring tumblrinos, tumblrinas and tumblrinehs!

If the last digit of the notes when you see this is 0, vote option A. If it’s 1 or 2, vote option B. If it’s 3, 4, or 5, vote option C. If it’s 6, 7, 8, or 9, vote option D.

Meanwhile I'm buryed under 2000 different fanfictions from a03 "okay" is a pipe dream

"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think

Creaking though

Stop holding your breath.

Stop holding your breath.

Stop holding your breath.

I know you know.

I’ve made friends

With the voices.

In my head.

As for the demons.

Under my bed.

Including the monster.

Watching through the glass.

And for the hands.

Coming though.

The walls.

They’re the one.

That.

Well.

We don’t get along.

We just don’t get alone.

I know you think I’m crazy.

Well the way things been.

Going.

You’re not on the wrong track.

I don’t think it’s fair.

That isn’t really.

There.

But still stair.

And very a-wear.

That you say they are not there.

My mind is starting.

My mind is starting.

Is starting to stair.

And I’m fully a-wear.

But I’m no longer scared.

No longer.

No longer.

No longer.

Scared.

Because I have unbound energy.

That everyone sees.

When I make it to this time.

I allow myself to fly.

Because I feel so alive.

As fast as a shooting star.

I’m not sure.

How far.

How far.

I’ll fly through the night sky.

As I shine.

O-o-o-o-o-o-oh S-o-o-o-o-o

Alive.

But it’ll fade.

When given time.

And I’ll become blind.

When I collide out of the sky.

I hope that I’ll be able.

To shine bright.

Through.

The night.

As I fight.

As I take.

Flight.

O-o-o-o-oh.

All night.

Like a diamond going into the night.

I’ll hold tight.

I just had a discussion with my friend about fanfiction and how we tend to assume that women are the writers without any actual proof. Then I said, hey, I know fanfiction written by gay and trans dudes. But then I remembered, wait, I think I know one writer who just must be cis het based on his work. Anyway, all writers, be honest, who are you?

Please reblog if you're interested in the results.

Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

https://boingboing.net/2019/07/12/random-mansion-generator.html