#I WILL FIGHT ANYONE ON THIS

[gooseberryfox]

angus macgyver (macgyver 2016) is one of those dogs who is technically really well trained but doesn't listen to shit unless he wants to. change my mind.

[mxtxfanatic]

Was skimming the “100 Random Questions on Luo-Shen's Affinity” extra and just realized that some people’s perception of Bingqiu’s first time (which is in the bamboo house, Luo Binghe is right) is colored by their responses to Shang Qinghua’s questions here. When asked how their first time was, this is how it goes:

“What were you feeling at that time?”

Shen Qingqiu was silent. If he were to be honest, it came down to three words: pain, pain, and more pain. But saying this in front of others would embarrass Luo Binghe far too much.

Depressed, Luo Binghe said, “Shizun was wonderful. But I was completely useless.”

…which makes it seem like Shen Qingqiu is thinking about the bamboo house sex, which is what Luo Binghe insists is their first time. But right before that, we get this:

“Where did you have your first time?”

Shen Qingqiu was about to answer when Luo Binghe barged in. “Qing Jing Peak.”

“Mai—”

Luo Binghe once again barged in. “Qing Jing Peak, the Bamboo House.”

All right, he’ll never acknowledge such a failure of a first time, Shen Qingqiu thought. Let it be Qing Jing Peak. There’s nothing worth arguing over; let him answer however he likes. I won’t correct him anymore.

Shen Qingqiu considers Maigu Ridge their first time, but because Luo Binghe is so insistent in ignoring it, he says he won’t dispute him. So Shen Qingqiu is actually answering in his thoughts what he would have had he said Maigu Ridge was their first time.

[vasfasan]

this drip went so hard

[ghostpeanut]

i will fight anyone who says that aliens had a role in establishing ancient civilizations

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

🔥 svsss unpopular opinion for a change? ♥️

Luo Binghe is the main character of SVSSS and the only one that makes sense for Shen Qingqui to fall romantically for. If you hate him and their romance, why are you even here...

Without Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqui would never have cared about the plot, he was in it for Luo Binghe getting his revenge with side fodder being irrelevant, and notably is still like this aside from his own disciples and Yue Qingyuan. He is not as altruistic as fandom seems to want him to be. He is just as capable of cold hearted maneuvering as Luo Binghe, and the reason why they work so well, they only show their less than stellar embarrassing side to the other. Shen Yuan is too vain to express this to anyone but Luo Binghe.

[mayrine]

Seeing q!wilbur beeing an actual loving father to tallulah is making me feel really mixed emotions.

I personally like to the idea that qsmp!wilbur is the same as dsmp!wilbur because i think it’s cool and fits with the flashbacks he has with quackity.  And watching him care for tallulah and love and protect her is making me think about c!fundy and how he never got the chance to see that side of wilbur. The side that is caring and loving and a good father and all the other things he wasn’t to c!fundy. Will literally said on stream that he’ll take better care of her then “the other ones” most likely referring to c!fundy and maybe even c!tommy

idk, c!fundy has always been my comfort character and the fact that he never got the chance to have a true conversation with d!wilbur and now seeing that maybe Will was always capable of beeing a caring father but just never tried with fundy is really fucking sad.

 Like, im glad he’s not beeing a shit father to tallulah but c!fundy also deserved a good father

sorry for the rant but i just had to get this of my mind

[bee-writes-stuffs]

i’m not sorry- Davey Jacobs

    Davey’s hands shook slightly as he felt Spot’s eyes bore into the back of his head. The file he held in his hands felt heavier than it had been a few moments ago, like the contents were begging to be dropped into the churning river below them. “You want me to do what?” He asked, blinking in disbelief. “That’s idiotic, Spot.”

    ”Jesus, Jacobs,” the shorter newsie complained. “You’re actin’ like I want you to kill someone.”

    “If my mom ever finds out about this, I’ll be the one getting killed,” Davey retorted. “You know how much she values all these little papers.”

    “Sure, sure.” Spot snorted, pushing past Davey and climbing up onto the railing. “C’mon, I just spent a hundred-somethin’ dollars to get us on this boat- ain’t you gonna drop that crap in?” He spread out his arms like a bird’s wings, yelling in the wind, “That’s what we came here for, Dave, to let that bullshit go!”

    Logically, there was no reason Davey should have held back from dropping those papers in the river and calling it a day. All of them were symbols of his life from middle school until graduation- spelling bee certificates, awards from competitions he could never remember competing in, letters from teachers praising how good of a student he was and how far they were sure he’d go, notes from counselors and psychiatrists congratulating him on how far he’d come in recovery. Mementos from class trips, old report cards that his mother had hung proudly on the fridge while Davey beamed behind them… everything.

    He swallowed any words, the shake in his hands traveling to his legs, making him wobble on his feet. “I don’t think I can…” he answered, his voice choking involuntarily. “I’m sorry.”

    Spot’s face softened, and he hopped down to Davey. “Hey, Jacobs,” he said, placing a hand on Davey’s shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, ‘kay? It ain’t your fault that it’s hard to let go.” The tone of his voice told Davey that he meant it, that he understood, and a weak smile found its way to his face.

    Spot smiled back, patting him on the shoulder and then gesturing to the water beside the boat, whose driver had slowed down to a crawl. “Plus, you’re not sorry- not really.”

    Davey raised an eyebrow. “I’m not…” he paused, something clicking in his mind. ���I’m not sorry,” he said, more definite this time. “No, I’m not. I’m not sorry.” His smile grew wider as he sorted through the papers, picking one from middle school that had A+ Student printed on it in bubble letters. He glanced at it one last time, cringing slightly for the smiling, cartoon-y characters on the page and what he was about to do.

    Taking the paper in both hands, setting the file down on the deck, he ripped the paper in two. “I’m not sorry!” He cried, crumpling up the paper and throwing it into the river.

    Spot stepped back and smiled kindly. “For what?” He asked, egging him on. “What’re you not sorry for?”

    “I’m not sorry for getting the hell out of that town as soon as I could,” Davey replied. “I’m not sorry for… for changing my name. For cutting my hair.” He glared at the soggy pieces of paper left behind in the boat’s wake, the ones with Hana scrawled on them. He picked up another piece of paper- a participation award from the seventh grade spelling bee that his mother had never thrown away- and crumpled it up.

    “I’m not sorry for kissing Lukas Fordman in tenth grade,” he yelled into the empty, laughing at Spot’s confused face, picking up another paper. “I’m not sorry for wearing that ugly-ass brown suit to prom, and I’m not sorry for spilling punch on Regan Allen when she called me that name.” Those last words were spit out, a mix of anger, relief, and excitement as memories spilled back to him. “I’m not fucking sorry!” He screamed. “I’ll never be sorry!”

    Soon, with every confession and taken-back apology, all of the papers, all of the memories of his miserable life before, were gone. Davey stepped back, his hair messed up by the wind and his chest heaving with the effort of screaming. “Fuck you,” he said to the bits of paper sinking into the water, holding up his middle finger. Spot threw an arm around him, tousling his hair, the two of them laughing with joy and adrenaline coursing through their veins.

    “See?” Spot grinned, patting Davey’s shoulder. “I told you it’d feel better once you let that shit go.”

    “Thank you,” Davey said, pulling his friend into a hug. “I needed this.”

    “I know,” Spot replied simply, as the boat pulled back onto the docks and the captain helped them ashore. “Don’t ever apologize for yourself ever again, alright?”

    Davey nodded, staring off into the afternoon sky, sweating in the hot air yet feeling chills travel up his spine, like he’d just seen the final number of a heart-wrenching show. “I know.” He smiled again, placing a hand on his heart. “Never again.”

    What’s there to apologize for when I’m finally free?

[broodingmystery]

BUT HONESTLY!!!!! If Derek and Cas were in the empty together and they could watch Stiles and Dean.... THEY WOULD TALK SO MUCH SHIT ABOUT THE MEN THEY LOVE.... Like 'Look at this idiot! He fell up the stairs again!' OR 'Taking out another vampire's nest alone! When will you learn!!'Ir would all be out of love of course! but they would talk so much shit to one another about them!!!

[nyxwolph]

Hard G for the word Graphic that it stands for. Sure, we don't always use the same sounds for acronyms that the letters represent but in this case it's the right way to do it. Stephen Wilhite was a computer engineer not a linguist.

It's not a peanut butter.

OKAY TUMBLR. IT'S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.

Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as ��GIF.”

NOT JIF,

GIF.

And here is the link for the opposite.

WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[greykolla-art]

Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”

Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”

[gelatinepride]

[sandzlib]

This!!!!

I'm rewatching Clone Wars for the thousandth time and right now I'm at the Fives arch and, as soon as it is over, I'll act like I've never in my whole life watched it.

I really like the specific niche of star wars fans that are just obsessed with clones (like myself) bc I swear, we are the most avoidant group of ppl the galaxy has ever fcking met.

what do you mean Hardcase died on Umbara? he looks fine to me?

Fives? Died? girl when? last I remember he was choking the life out of chancellor palpatine

Waxer, dead because of Krell? not if you don't look at it he's not

Domino Squad? ALIVE AND BREATHING, THANK YOU!!

Ponds? killed by a bounty hunter? I'd like to see her try, Mace would kill her

99 will never die, fight me

Tup? are u crazy, I saw him yesterday, we hugged it out

THE ENTIRE 332 COMPANY? We are literally having drinks with them right now, what are you on about?

Jesse has never hurt a soul in his life, he is the goodest boy in blue, he would never raise a pistol to Ahsoka, stop talking okay??

Cody? kill obi wan? someone's been drinking the funny juice huh?

order 66 who? never heard of her, leave me alone, no I mean it. go away. stop. STOP, LEAVE!!

[dustykneed]

survival is an act of rebellion. jim loves you SO MUCH. i hope this finds all of us who need it today. please stay alive so we can make it out together. sending so much love and strength

[antennabot]

this is how that scene went to me

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.