#i cant believe i didnt reblog this

[marinerainbow]

I love how you add 'attempting', implying that they don't succeed 😂

Meanwhile Kitty and Poppy are standing off to the side, watching them go bananas around the house, "Um... Do you think we should step in?" "No, no. They can figure it out."

Sonic and Shadow if they lived together:

cr of the video: daniellabelle1 on ig

[toxictoxicities]

Something has been brought to my attention so I thought to say something to cut it out asap.

Please do not go around vindicating for me or implying I am uncomfortable with something. If I am uncomfortable about something I know how to block and report and all that jazz, I wouldn't interact with things I don't like💀

Specifically just don't harass other people trying to be my hero, it's cringe

[walnutcookie]

GUYS I DID IT i actually went outside and watched fireworks.... i had my airpods on full volume blasting dream sweet in sea major (Designated Firework Comfort Song) in my ears with actual noise cancelling headphones on top of them but it was enough to where i did not have a panic attack and i was able to watch for a few minutes🫶

[small-spark-of-light]

so i have come across some important info

RB-series is Back and he lied about everything pretty much

he said he deleted his discord account, but he lied and has Another, this is the second time

heres photos for evidence

he is also apparently still making Arbox, as in the mod even though he said he was stopping, given his new youtube banner includes Mike and a character that was hinted at for an Incredibox mod

heres the new banner

every comment someone makes on his stuff that calls out what he has done he deletes, so all of the interactions on his youtube videos and community posts are all Positive, and he refuses to mention what he has done

heres his description on youtube, not mentioning the pedophilia he has done.

and he continues to call what he has done "rumors", as shown in the discord photos above.

heres the truth video splatjack made as a reminder

[storm-of-feathers]

I'll make the post then it's literally fine to disagree with people you respect and/or your friends. It's very normal to not agree with everyone on everything.

[spindash]

DOES anyone have the little comic of two cats playing and its like 5 months old 5 years old and they are like yaaaaay we are playing and the 5 year old one is like ok im done im going to rest and get some water and then the 5 month old one grabs the other one with its claws like We are playing.

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Someone ask me how I'm doing running two huge events at the same time 🤪

[ufonaut]

Jessica was right. It’s as if I have a super power, like one of those masked men, Hourman, or our own Mr. Terrific. But it’s not invulnerability, or even the power of dumb luck. Or, god knows, any kind of talent at all. It’s the power to hit bottom and then, somehow, keep on falling.

Ned & Terry Sloane in JSA: All Stars (2003) #7

(Michael Chabon, Michael Lark)

[br1ghtestlight]

absolutely humbled 😭

okay i have spent an embarrassing amount of my week cramming on sporcle until i could get 100% on this thing. now it's your turn but i'm only giving you one attempt because i don't play fair here 😈

take this quiz 🌍

[some-random-fandom-chick]

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[casdeans-pie]

The amount of times I go to type Harvey Dent in the tags but it comes out as Harbey Dent is bordering on ridiculous

I delete it and laugh every time because in my head it sounds like how you would say Harvey if you had a cold

Harbey

[arachnaesghost]

Wait wait wait there's a new trigun show??? What the hell omg

[kellykline]

NO WAY REALLY?? omg im honored

Sam’s gone off to bed, citing the day's journey and his old bones as excuses. Jack says he’s gone off to bed, but he’s probably going to sneak in a few episodes of The Good Place. That just leaves Dean and Cas, beer bottles in hand at the map table. There's no mission to be carried out, no sense of urgency nagging at them, it’s just… them. Together.

Cas sets his beer back on the table and it seems like he's going to get up. Dean doesn't want this to end, this warm and comfortable moment, so he splutters out the first thing he can think of.

"Are you hungry? I could eat!" Dean cringes internally. He’d just finished dinner half an hour ago. It sounds desperate to his own ears, but Cas just smiles fondly and shakes his head.

"Dean, you know I don't eat."

"Well, you don't need to, but you obviously do," Dean says. Cas's half empty beer bottle is proof enough of that.

"I can eat, but that is for social benefit. To celebrate a job well done," Cas says, fingers idly trailing through the condensation on the bottle, "Besides, I don't enjoy food the way I did when I was human. It all tastes too much like molecules."

It sounds like Cas wishes he could do something about it, so Dean instantly latches onto it as a problem to be fixed.

"Are there molecules you like the taste of?" Cas blinks in surprise as if the idea had never occurred to him.

"I suppose it's possible," he murmurs, "But I've never tried to find them. I imagine they'd all be about the same."

"Like how?"

Cas blows out a blustery sigh. "Oh, you know, too complex. Too many elements, long polymers chains, complicated folding patterns. It's all too much to take in."

"Then we'll find some simpler ones. Easy as that." Dean gets up and grabs Cas's hand, a tingle flashing over his skin where they touch. Cas opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it. He goes easily when Dean drags him out of his seat.

-

That's how they end up sitting on the kitchen floor long into the wee hours of the morning, surrounded by bottles and cans and boxes of every edible substance they can find. For each one Cas carefully scoops out a sample and passes judgment. He hates the texture of mayonnaise, honey is more intellectually interesting than gustatorily, coffee smells good and tastes horrible, et cetera.

They’d abandoned produce pretty early on after Cas decided that if he didn’t like broccoli, kale wasn’t going to be much different. The head of cabbage from Sam's side of the fridge is looking sad and wilted enough that Dean feels guilty about leaving it out. He hears Cas rustling around in one of the cabinets as he puts condiments and containers that failed the test back in their rightful places.

“Hey Cas, do you think–?” And he turns to see Cas wrist deep in a box of baking soda.

There is, of course, the space of time when Dean could say something. It’s not for eating, put it back, we’ll find something else. But Cas brings a dusty finger up to his mouth and carefully licks it, and a beaming smile breaks out across his face.

“Dean, I like these molecules!” he exclaims. There’s a smudge of white across his bottom lip.

“That’s awesome, Cas,” Dean says, because what else could he say when there’s a bigger smile on Cas’s face than he’s ever seen before?

Cas puts a fistful of baking soda in his mouth and laughs. Little puffs of powder leave his mouth with every exhale, like cold breath in winter.

Cas looks happier than he has in all the time Dean has ever known him. Over a leavener. Dean will buy a box for him every time he runs out. No, before he does. He’ll get those big four pound bags that no one ever buys. Dean will be the sole force standing between Cas and a baking soda-less life.

Just as Dean’s considering what becoming Arm & Hammer’s most loyal customer would entail, Cas extends the box to him and says, “Want some?”

Cas’s first instinct upon discovering a solution to a problem which had been bothering him for years is to share it with Dean. He feels absurdly like crying.

“Sure. Good for stomach aches, y’know?” Dean just says stuff sometimes, not even knowing if he means it. He takes a pinch between two fingers and immediately spills half of it down his shirt.

It tastes way worse than he thought it would. Dean just barely resists making a face as he tries to roughly swallow whatever hadn’t dissolved in his mouth.

“Salty,” he chokes out.

"Yes! That's the ions dissociating. Can you feel it?" His eyes are wide and bright. Fuck, are his cheeks a little pink? Dean's feeling flushed himself.

He lets himself cough just once before saying, "No, buddy, I think that's just a you thing." He longs for the dregs of the beer he left out there.

"Dean," Cas starts, staring down into his box, "Thank you."

"For what? You found it all by yourself." He wouldn't even have thought to suggest it.

"Thank you for giving me the push I needed to try," Cas says, a wry smile growing on his face as he looks up, "You always seem to do that."

If Cas takes Dean's impulses and crafts something better out of them, he's just happy to be part of the process.

"Anytime, Cas. I mean it. If I'd known that something like this could make you so happy," Dean inhales carefully here, "I'd have done it years ago."

Cas must get it because his eyes go wide and he stops breathing. He fidgets with his box. He crams another handful into his mouth.

"We should. Um. Get to bed. It's late, Dean."

"Yeah! Yeah. You'll... be here tomorrow, right?" Cas doesn't leave, doesn't wander the way he used to but it's always a possibility hovering around the edges of Dean's perceptions.

"I'm not planning on going anywhere, Dean."

-

And then that's how it goes. Sam finds Cas's habit funny. Jack joins in on it, though not with the same level of gusto as Cas demonstrates. There's always a box of baking soda in one of Cas's pockets, two if he's lucky. If Dean looks hard enough he can usually see a white streak of it somewhere on Cas's coat. His hands are often dusted with it like a baker's. If it feels gritty between Dean's fingers, who cares? It's what makes Cas happy and that's all that matters.

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[mystical-one]

music conspiracy tumblr in 1967

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lets be honest bob dylans ass did NOT get into a motorcycle crash like he didnt even try to make it real. there was literally no ambulance no records of the crash NOTHING. shes sucha faker but i respect it

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he was jealous of paul mccartney

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ok

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Paul McCartney, 1942-1966

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why does michael nesmith seem so hostile towards peter tork irl...honestly i think they should settle it like men and make love in the green grass like god intended

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honestly i cant believe people are still dumb enough to be watching/posting about the m*nkees. i will fucking block you. it is literally appropriating youth culture and monetising it for their own gain ffs

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SOMEONE JUST TOLD ME THEY LOCK THE ACTORS IN A MEAT LOCKER BETWEEN TAKES COME ON 😭😭 have any of you realised that you are actively giving money to a studio thats literally evil. i dont care about the actors or their stupid fake music but come onnnn

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Paul McCartney, 1942-1966

#HES LITERALLY ALIVE?? #what the fuck is going on rn

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woke up today and everyone is posting that paul mccartney died..i dont want to believe it but theres so much evidence for it :(

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[paper-mario-wiki]

i don't mean to be rude because it's really possibly you didn't see the name. but just letting you know you reblogged that ship post from someone named feminismisstillahatemovement. . . took a cursory look and that person is both a terf and a zionist. Okay bye bye

whoa what the fuck i didnt even notice. it was a pic of a sunken ship with a fun fact i cant believe they tricked me. ah well, fuck that bozo.

[llxferim]

Hello!!! I love your blog and your Klaus stories. I had a little idea about him, Klaus x GN!Reader who is obsessed with his hips (because let's be honest, I'm totally infatuated with them *cough*). I imagine he would be a little tease about it when he'd notice how the Reader is feeling? Thank you in advance!

a/n: THANK YOU SO SO MUCHH ILY, IF U DONT LIKE THIS IM ALL DOWN TO REWRITE IT, LIKE GENUIENLY.

yall i tried my besttt, i didnt rlly know how to finish it so just don't judge alright I'm going to cry. besides that thank you so much for the support omgg so many ppl liked and reblogged my fics I'm so happy :)))

pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Gn!reader

Summary: you are obsessed with Klaus's hips

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Alchohol, gn!reader, gender neutral reader, no y/n used. Klaus is a tease.

Word count: 500 something (i cant write long fics for my life yall)

You'd always heard it was the small things—the details about a person that drives you mad, that sneak up on you and settle deep in your bones until you can't shake them. You never believed it until... Klaus Hargreeves.

It wasn't his sly grin, nor his ability to light up your mood no matter what—you loved all that about him—but no, what got you were his hips.

you two were in your room, Klaus getting dressed and—you reading a book in your chair— if you’d even call it reading.

Klaus was pacing the room, shirt half-buttoned, his low-rise jeans peeking out as he rummaged through a pile of clothes—probably looking for a clothing piece he'd mindlessly tossed in his usual chaos, getting ready for Luther’s wedding.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to be invested in the book on your lap. But your eyes betrayed you, trailing down to his hips—the way they moved perfectly in sync with his long legs, almost like a sensual dance that came naturally to him.

"What are you staring at, doll?" Klaus's voice pulled you back from your daze, and his smirk told you he already knew the answer. "Nothing," you mumbled, clearing your throat and returning to your book, hoping he wouldn't notice your fierce blush.

"Nothing, huh?" He sauntered over a cat-like grace to his steps.

Klaus leaned in, resting his hands on the arms of the chair you were sitting on. You could smell his cologne—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him.

"You know," he drawled, "it's rude to stare without offering a compliment."

Your eyes snapped up to his face, heat rising to your cheeks. "I wasn't—"

"Oh, but you were," Klaus interrupted, his grin widening. He pushed off the chair and spun dramatically, arms outstretched. "So, what's the verdict? Do these jeans make my ass look good?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "You're impossible, Klaus."

"Impossibly charming, you mean," he winked, flopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. "Now, as punishment for your rudeness, I'm charging you with the task of helping me find those jeans. You know, the ones with the—"

"Sparkly skulls?" you finished for him, already moving to search through the chaos of his belongings. "I swear, Klaus, if you'd just organize your things..."

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Even in public, you'd find yourself staring. His hips were simply irresistible to you.

Everyone was drunk, even Five—a sight that was both amusing and unsettling. It was strange seeing him so nonchalant about the apocalypse.

the newlyweds were feeding each other.. strawberries. Across the room, Allison and Viktor were arguing about—something, their voices barely audible over the thumping music, and Diego had disappeared with Lila some time ago.

And then there was him. Klaus, the life of the party as always, was on the dance floor, his body moving in perfect rhythm to the beat. Your eyes couldn't help but linger on him, admiring how those jeans hugged his hips just right. Even during a world-ending disaster, Klaus had a way of commanding attention—and looking damn good while doing it.

As the night wore on, the party's energy seemed to fuel his every move. You watched him, and couldn't help but smile at how completely Klaus could captivate an entire room.

At one point, he spotted you from across the room. With a mischievous grin, he beckoned you over. and before you could react, he was at your side, pulling you into the crowd.

"Come on, doll," he said, his voice a playful purr. "You can't just stand there staring. Join me."

You laughed, letting him guide you onto the dance floor. For a moment, it was just the two of you, moving together in sync with the music. The world outside ceased to exist.