#YALL MADE IT

[soyboywenzie]

imma need to get back to the slasher fandom because atleast there you aren’t getting dragged for saying bo sinclair is an evil man who needed to be put down and was! at least you could talk about the weird twincest between bo and vincent without someone calling you a pedo or unloved! atleast there you could comfortably talk about brahms heelshire’s and jason voorhees’ mommy issues! at least you could analyze billy lenz or asa emory without people calling you an enabler! at least slasher lovers aren’t infantilize thomas and bubba even with their mental issues and regression symptoms! at least you could talk about the slashers past without sounding like you are giving their murders, disfigurings and rapes a pass!

AT LEAST ITS FUN OVER THERE!!

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[emil1863]

don't mind them they're dumb

[whoreofthecentury]

[d1strict12-peacek33per]

Kinda freaking out over what’s going to happen later today rn at 5 o’clock in the morning bc I can’t sleep. Uhm. Yeah.

Anyway, shit you need to know:

You see I.C.E?

Yell, “La Migra.” (La-mee-grah)

Be as loud you possibly can.

They are supposed to be starting Raids in Chicago on Tuesday.

You know neurodivergent or queer people?

No the fuck you don’t.

Are you apart of that spectrum yourself?

Suddenly you aren’t.

Know trans people or trans yourself?

Nuh-uh.

Do you have immigrant family?

Tell them how to answer I.C.E if they come across them. (a bunch of shit on TikTok can tell about that)

If you have birth-right citizenship, you’re at risk too.

Don’t be in usually populated areas.

Like, the mall, movie theaters, etc. it’s not safe, trust, there will be dumbasses out there today and probably the rest of the week, keep that in mind.

Anyone ask you about your political views?

Say NOTHING.

Or, “I don’t like to talk about that stuff.”

Don’t talk about them at all.

Same goes for your identity, aight?

Idgaf if he “saved TikTok” it was a stunt, they think we’re stupid. Forget that shit, don’t thank him. It’s fucking propaganda.

Stay safe,

Ik im not popular, like at all but please reblog, share, whatever

—Atlas

[colorstrike624]

No but seriously the things turtles can do are unhinged.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Sometimes I think about the FNAF 3 ending,,

[emmyrosee]

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

[sleepy-crocuta]

BRO

creds to @ DUBUSUL on Twitter

[xpupslxtx]

i cannot stop thinking about roughhousing. i want tickling and laughing that turns into wrestling that gets a little more serious and heated, until one of us is pinned down, both breathing hard and making out and thighs pressed in between each others legs and hickeys and bite marks all over and trying so hard not to be the one that cums first and failing, ending up getting fucked hard by the winner until you’re so drunk on all your orgasms you couldn’t fight back if you tried

[ameetoe]

chappell roan’s grammys performance made me cry like omggggg 🐴💘

[spookberry]

post trick or treating activity

[rosetta-draws]

im!! very normal!! about this musical!!

(the burr painting was a warm up that got out of hand, and then i just had to make a matching hamilton piece but that also spiralled into smth bigger (￣_￣|||) )

[arlospace]

They're both handling the divorce well

[cryiling]

yeah basically

[vampirecorleone]

Horror Character Appreciation - Blanche The Cat in Hausu (1977) dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi