Thestressedpirateroberts - Untitled

Your power is out but I guide you down the hallway with my sickass light-up shoes

consistently forget that medication that relieves minor incomveniences exists so when i have a headache or my eyes are itchy from allergies or whatever im like “oh… the suffering is endless. this human form is weak and the tiny pains do build like pebbles stacking to a mountain. i accept it” whole time theres aspirin and allergy eye drops in the cabinet

Imagine being a pretentious teenager walking into a record store with ur friends and u are greeted by this gruff lumberjack lookin guy who is actively aggressive towards u if u buy music released after 1980 but then this dude standing the the corner in a baggy trenchcoat says hey babe can u put on Britney and the lumberjack guy changes the song to toxic without a moments hesitation

I keep checking tumblr to see if anything updated but then I realize no normal human is up at this hour

You are a wolf who was bitten by a werewolf. Every full moon your hair recedes, your teeth dull, and you are left cold and naked on a hillside. You’ve also met a lovely park ranger named Christine.

ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.

black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.

bruce: how’d you get your scar?

zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.

bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.

“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.

Let's check the prognostic made by the writers on the spn finale:

Like if you're part of the 30% that liked it

Reblog if you're part of the 70% that didn't like it

I'm curious to see the results.

friendship goals

So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.