#but you know what I'm talking about

[blorboazula]

a minimally competent adult: I'm having a baby

Azula: ok, good-

the adult: it's you, sign here.

[reddstardust]

Anyway I think Arthur and Oscar should make out sloppy style 🥰🥰🥰

[oatmealaddiction]

Some of you guys need to stop taking the transphobes at their word when they say stuff like "All men are evil," and "Men can't be trusted." They're talking about Trans Women. Most of these people have husbands and boyfriends, and they all love to tweet kisses at white supremacist cis men who firebomb drag bars. They only care about patriarchal oppression as far as they can use it to make their transphobic hate movement look good and they actively encourage men to enact violence on trans people. P0sie P@rker was literally encouraging cis men to go into the women's bathroom and protect women from any trans people who walked in. For all she cares, cis men can spend as much time in the women's room as they want provided they're abusing trans women. These people love to mock trans women who've been assaulted by cis men, and do not care if any of their allies are MRAs or violent misogynists because this is a movement about abusing trans people. For that matter, we need to also understand that transphobia is not something enacted only by cis women. Some of the most repulsive and terrifying transphobia I've seen has been coming out of the mouths of cisgender men. As a group, cis men are the least likely to be open to trans liberation and trans acceptance. They are still a huge engine behind the giant trans-phobic freight train that's roaring through this country, and from the way people talk about it you'd think they didn't exist. In fact when I see posts about transphobia, it's used as a prop issue to talk about how much better things will be for cis men once we've eradicated transphobia, as if cis men's comfort needed to take priority and the benefit of cis men is the only reason to oppose transphobia. The fact tumblr as a community has decided to rally around defending cis men from transphobes and not trans people is mind blowing to me. This movement has always been about abusing women who do not conform to gender binaries. This is a transphobic movement and it's "gender essentialism" has nothing to do with "all men are evil" and everything to do with "trans people shouldn't exist."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[carissimipaixao]

what do you mean there is barely any content for the octo travelers???

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[arabian-batboy]

Don’t play with me now, this better be for real-

[zephyrchama]

Who among you are old enough to remember the "It's 10pm, do you know where your children are?" reminders on TV?

That was probably necessary at the very beginning of the exchange program. Diavolo or Barbatos would have to send out text messages every day. "It's 10pm. Do you know where your human exchange student is?"

You could be doing homework in your room in the House of Lamentation when at ten o'clock on the dot you hear loud swearing and footsteps. Mammon barges in to check that you're there. The others coolly walk by and peek in just to double-check. Every single night.

[yes-asil]

Made fake screenshots for a role-play story I read way back when.

[motherofoompaloompas]

Even more memes that have been sent to the Corrie group chat Pt 5

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ooh, you want to know what happens at the gay bar run by ex-pirates, ooh...You'll just have to read Tiger Tiger to find out...

(Inspired by this Disco Elysium comic)

[harrypotterfuryroad]

wanted to add this to a post but i'm blocked so i'll just post it on its own for the millionth time

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection: