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[tittyinfinity]

Tech help pages are so fucking annoying because you'll see someone post something like

"I've been playing this game for 10 years and suddenly this thing isn't working. I've gone through my system files, went back to college, graduated in IT, and held the owner of the gaming software company hostage but I still can't figure it out"

The replies:

"Have you tried using the thing that isn't working?"

"Try doing it on a different console."

"Download this program and it will fix everything!" *sketchy link*

[logosbot-tm]

Sometimes, I want to complain really loudly on tumblr about random shit I dislike, but I know someone would show up to tell me not to do that.

Sometimes, I enjoy when ppl are allowed to have different opinions ✨️✨️✨️ even if they're negative ✨️✨️✨️

Hell, I love hearing opinions I don't agree w. It's neat to hear what someone else thinks and why!

Yes, complain about that random ass thing, that is (completely unimportant) fuck yeah. I disagree with you, but cool that you have different point of view.

Or hell yeah, you like the thing I dislike? Awesome, tell me all about how it makes you happy.

I don't like it, bc I just don't, but fuck yeah I'll listen to your rambles.

[corseque]

(video) Trick Weekes describes another rule they follow when writing Solas (which explains why players have had completely opposite reactions to him)(x)

[roblingoblin285]

i love when ppl ask writers questions about their ocs and they're like "uhh i think so?" as if they didn't invent them. like they're just mild acquaintances we have

[ashwii]

I love this stupid game and its stupid dialog options, it's the best part

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[valtsv]

that shitty thing some people do where they compliment something about you, only to take it back and reveal that it was meant to be a joke at your expense when you sincerely thank them for it, used to bother me until i realised that you can just. keep it. refuse to hand that power back to them. they are never prepared to deal with this.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show.

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[ragsy]

big big big fan of found family relationships with shithead sibling dynamics

sure, yeah, they had no one in the world until they found each other, and they will fight tooth and nail for each other's safety, but they will also eat the last of the other's cereal and put the box back in the cabinet or tell the other's significant other every embarrassing story about them or greet each other by means of full body tackle and chokehold

[tpwrtrmnky]

vexillology

[ID: Three panel "Pills that make you green" comic.

Panel 1: An ochre person with a triangle-shaped body is standing on a stage in front of a curtain.

Ochre: Hey everyone and thanks for showing up today. As you're all probably familiar there's been a lot of discussion about the green pride flag, and how lots of people in the community aren't really represented by it. And while there are a lot of flags for subcommunities we're really missing a unifying one

Panel 2: Ochre person pulls away the curtain, revealing literally just the regular real life Pride flag to the crowd of a variety of people with a skew towards a greenish majority

Ochre: So I'm going to suggest we use this rainbow flag, as a symbolic representation of the full color spectrum

Panel 3: Zoom in on the ochre person looking vaguely dejected, saying "oh..." as criticisms come in from the crowd:

"I feel that this does a poor job representing mauve people"

"Get better at vexilology" [sic]

"That looks so weird"

"There's barely even any of the original green flag left!"

"Way too complicated"

"Orange people don't even have anything to do with green rights"

"What's next, charred brown with lava cracks in it for refugees from Former Italy?"

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[thebreadmantm]

The @ultramarinaa’s tma cat au has spread to the whiteboard. No one is safe. This is propaganda.

If my friends need to see me spiral into cat filled obsession then so dose my entire chemistry class

Another whiteboard gem my friend created

Garfield x Donky(ya know, from shrek) is otp

[catofoldstones]

we already have people bitching about how “i can’t stand Chani, she’s so annoying 🙄” and “Paul chose Chani to be the mother of his children, Irulan is just at the sidelines eating dust as she should”, like brothers we cannot do this again. We can’t Chani v Irulan our way out of this one because the problem is Paul and the Empire. Gosh, we truly are never getting out of the patriarchy.

[nina-ya]

it’s no secret that luffy loves to eat but after falling in love with you, he will whine and complain until you’re seated next to him during meal times as “the food always tastes better when you’re next to me.” ❤︎

so uh i thought about this a little too much and turned it into a drabble ish kind of thing and yeah

It started innocently enough at first. During one meal, you found yourself seated at the opposite end of the table. You weren’t paying much attention to Luffy, rather you were more focused on digging into the meal that Sanji has so lovingly prepared. It isnt until you heard Luffy yell out across the table to you that you glanced up to find him looking over at you, food in hand, untouched, as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. 

“Why aren’t you sitting here?” he asked, voice laced with a hint of petulance. You blinked, confused, and gestured vaguely to the space across from him. 

“I’m sitting right here, Luffy.”

“No,” he insists, wriggling in his seat like the very idea of your absence was causing him physical distress. “Right next to me. It doesn’t feel right when you’re over there.”

You laugh it off at first, thinking it’s just another quirk of the man you have grown to love, but he is not satisfied until you get up and move, sliding into the empty spot next to him. The moment you are settled, his mood visibly improves. That bright grin stretches across his face, and as soon as you are next to him, he digs into the food with a heightened energy, as if your presence was the missing ingredient for his meal. 

And so, the habit was born. 

It doesn't matter if the table is already packed, or if you are just grabbing a quick bite and heading off to sleep, or if you are already sleeping and he is up scavenging the kitchen for food- Luffy will whine and complain if you are not seated next to him. He explained to you one evening “The food always tastes better when you’re next to me.” You just laughed, fondness in your chest swelling as you watched him scarf down another meal. 

It doesn’t stop there, either. Luffy would start insisting that you share his food with him, grabbing a spoonful of whatever he’s eating and holding it up to your lips. It doesn’t matter if you are already eating something of your own, he is determined that you have to try what he’s eating.

You find this new routine sweet despite the mild chaos it can cause during meals. There are moments where Luffy will get overly excited, practically bouncing in his seat and trying to shove food into your mouth while you’re chewing, much to the amusement of the rest of the crew.

Something as ordinary as mealtime becomes an expression of his love. His affection for you is present in every meal, every morsel he shares, every time he refuses to eat unless you are there next to him. It’s a love that is loud and proud, like everything else about him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

[disgustinggf]

how do I become a mutual?

you must duel with a current mutual of mine to take their place

[dailymanners]

When entering any place of business, such as a store or restaurant, if a staff member greets you, then acknowledge them and greet them back.

Although for many jobs it's a required part of their job to greet you, especially retail workers, receptionists, and restaurant workers to name a few, that doesn't make it feel any less dehumanizing to say "Hello!" to another human being only for them to ignore you. Acknowledging staff members and greeting them back is important for acknowledging their humanity, they are, after all, a human being, and not an automated machine.

This is also important when going to check out at a store. If you approach the cash register, and the cashier greets you, you should acknowledge them and greet them back. Cashiers already have to deal with being dehumanized enough. The least you can do is help humanize them by acknowledging them when they greet you and speak to you.