Reblog If You Think Alice Dyer Is So Sexy And Deserves A 20 For All Her Troubles

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

Hex Codes for LGBTQ+ Flags

for all my artists, content creators, and anyone else out there who use specific color palettes for references/designs, here are the hex codes for each of the lgbtq flags for your queer creative purposes. i hope you find these useful. enjoy!

wha t if oregon trail was called wagon age: oregons

One thing we don’t talk about enough is that michael distortion looks… basically normal. Like canonically.

Wiki excerpt: “Michael is a very tall man, approximately 6.5 feet, with a round face. His hair is blonde and forms ringlets that come down to his shoulders.”

He only looks like our silly horror guy with knife hands when viewed through reflections or warped glass. So technically almost all fanart done of michael is actually a reflection of a much more normal-looking drawing of a random blonde guy.

One time i got an email that someone had kudosed some of my works from two different fandoms and was like “omg they like two things that i also like!! And they went to my account to read more of my stuff!! :D”

How y’all THINK fanfic authors react when you send multiple comments on different fics: Ugh, another comment from them? Wow, I don’t appreciate how they enjoy what I write. :(

How fanfic authors actually react: OH MY GOD ANOTHER COMMENT? They must be on a marathon! I hope they read my recent whump fic and tell me what they think. Their kindness will be what drives me to finish my current WIP!!!! I WON’T FAIL YOU, NEW READER.

I found the jurgen leitner rant’s olaf-focused twin on hellsite genetics

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

I did not slay her. I did not. Oh hi Narrator

I absolutely adore that the number of legs of both her and her dad is in question. Leg number uncertainty is clearly genetic

Frank I wish I had a pet dog :( I love dogs loads. What sort of dog would I get? I like big dogs. Can you please show me a picture of my ideal big dog?

OK this sounds really fun so I’m going to respond by describing my dog (who is not a big dog, just average-sized) and then saying something about where to get a big dog.

My dog is a border collie who has spent most of the year since she was a puppy living outside with me (but I’ve gotten her inside for the first time for the winter, and I’m going to try to keep her indoors for the next three months). She is incredibly smart, very curious, easy to train and trainable, but very sensitive to praise and her self-esteem is fragile.

A typical week for her:

- Monday: lots of barking and other activities in the house, maybe a visit to the library for a few hours to help me finish some book

- Tuesday: walks in the afternoon when the library is closed

- Wednesday: walks, usually with another dog as a companion but sometimes by myself

- Thursday: lots of walking and barking when I leave for the store and then when I come back.

- Friday: very tired out but lots of fun walks with my husband.

- Saturday: lots of playing in my yard until it’s time for walks.

- Sunday: sleep! (Well, most of the time.)

She’s also a weird one – after spending most of her time outside she really loves being inside, while she doesn’t like spending time with humans when we’re not inside the house. (She also really likes running laps around the local track at the gym – I suspect she’d like to be the one who did that.) I’d rather not have her be out on a leash in most situations but I’m willing to try because her leash training has gone well for her so far. I think I might get her a harness that would let her run laps without making her feel pressured, though.

I don’t really want to talk about her too much unless you ask, but she’s got a lot going for her.

New experience: browsing tumblr, reading some long thread, had to put my phone down for a minute, left it on because I was going to pick it back up in a minute anyway. Watched as someone glanced at my phone, and realized I had forgotten what I was reading. Until I was able to get it back and check, I was stuck wondering if they’d seen detailed fandom analyses (branding me as a nerd) or ridiculous essays on linguistics (also branding me as a nerd) when they looked at my phone