#said NO ONE ever

[thatmooncake]

what if spider moon and caged moon met each other? would they play and chase or hiss at each other?

They would cause chaos the way only two Moons know how

Bonus:

[superbat-love]

Kidnappers — Burst into the room during an interview between the billionaire Bruce Wayne and reporter Clark Kent. One of them shoots Clark Kent in the chest

Clark Kent — Stares in confusion at the kidnappers for a few seconds, then does the most dramatic twirl and falls onto Bruce with a final croak, pretending to be dead

Bruce Wayne — Pretending to be a traumatized hostage in hysterics while stealthily trying to move the man off him so that he can take control of the situation. Fails because this reporter seems to be the literal definition of dead weight and cannot be moved no matter how much force he uses

[pouletpourri]

me and the jestie💕✨💕✨

-pomni,I think,,

a double act is better than none

[3lkin]

so who else really liked the latest Build and Seek?

[useless-germanyfacts]

ich frage mich was markus söder eigentlich zu dem ganzen sagt

[twentyfourducks]

i had an idea to write something where where you and sunday were in a (sacred/implied to be blessed by the harmony) garden alone together. there is obvious romantic tension between you both....

...you confess to him and while he does reciprocate the feelings, he is hesitant to go forward with a relationship despire his desire for you.......however, he's been told throughout his life that he shall not harbor such desire towards others (implied religious guilt...or smth) and that he should devote himself wholly to THEM (and/or some other doctrine the family probably imbued within him)...

...ultimately, he does "eat the forbidden fruit" in the end (kisses you)

[dhs-in-disguise]

I hate him sm uwu

Also copious amounts of OC memes under the cut

(This last picture is the OG tweet (obv)) Got inspired by this post from @welcometomybraincomics, go check them out I think they‘re very hilarious

[boobstrider]

I had to change my icon to the orange double MARS sign— not only to solidify my faggotry, but also just as an extra layer of warning to anybody who clicks on my blog expecting an ounce of normalcy.

[deadmomjokes]

Hey. So.

Was anyone gonna tell me that severe, unstoppable, hellish itching during and after strenuous physical activity was not normal? Or that your face staying bright red and eczema-like for hours to days post exercise wasn't the average experience? Or that it's not a universal experience to try and pre-plan your workouts and physical activities around the point at which you're pretty sure the migraine, gastric distress, aforementioned unstoppable scratch-til-you-bleed itching, and swollen extremities will kick in?

Or was I supposed to just find out at THIRTY YEARS OLD that I'm part of the ≤1% of people who are literally allergic to exercise?

[ultraviolenced888]

“oh my god you’re so cool”

literally me:

[millenniallust4death]

I can't reblog posts on either mobile or desktop. At some point, the post I tried to share will probably show up 55 times in a row.

[theoddsideofme]

[brandyschillace]

It’s 3:30pm, and I’m having a coffee break. So how about some story time regarding one of the most embarrassing moments of my young life… which was revelatory about my character overall, if not exactly formative. it begins on a school bus. The afternoon school bus taking me, 7th grader, home.

Now, the high school and junior high were near one another, and took in students from the wide rural area surrounding. that means junior high kids rode the bus with high school kids. This is important for the story. I should also mention that my friend Tanya was also on this bus. And she had an idea.

The captain of the football team, junior, lived near her house. She had been watching him all her young life, and had developed a very serious pining crush. Now, three or four years, doesn’t make much difference to adults, but to said high school junior, she was a little kid. Hopes dashed. And yet:

When you are 13, hope springs eternal. Beyond that, there is a delicious almost tangible high that comes from being proximately near the beloved. An acknowledgement is heaven. What might help the strapping lad see and acknowledge young Tanya? Because obviously that is all that true love requires… Her brilliant plan: when her crush walks to the front of the bus for his stop, I should ‘accidentally’ bump into him, causing him to fall/sit into Tanya’s seat. (And acknowledge her in some love misted way that apparently worked in the movies she’s seen.) simple. Would I be a friend and so do?

I am also 13. I am not interested in boys. I am not at all sure about this plan. But Tanya knows my weakness. In the hallowed foyer of our school was a magical machine—a VENDING machine. It was new. It was the first one I’d ever seen. (Did I mention it was rural?) And the machine sold brownies. —Fudge-y, terrible, iced brownies with nuts, and I freaking LOVED them, but rarely had a spare 50 cents. Tanya pulls one of these bad boys out of her bag. NOW would I shove the football crush into her seat?

Oh yeah. You bet.

And here is where I begin to learn a thing about me:

1. Will work for food

2. When I commit… I COMMIT. Time is wasting, and bus slows. Here he comes from the back, jansport tossed over one shoulder, books in hand. My moment has come. I’d moved to the opposite seat along the aisle. Tanya gives me a sage nod. DO IT. Hee crush enters optimal shove zone. And I go for it.

Problem. Her crush is a junior. AND captain of the football team. There is no slight bump from a twiggy 13 year old strong enough to be noticed much less effective. The mission should have failed and I should have mumbled an apology.

BUT I DO NOT.

BECAUSE I AIN’T NO QUITTER.

So… Honestly, some of this is sort of a blank. At some point, it seemed using my entire body like a line backer would be the better option. Maybe I was influenced by his football jersey. The rest is like movie scene where all the drama / action suddenly stops and you get a freeze frame in total silence.

When I ‘come to’ as it were… I’m on the floor of the aisle. Sort of. I am straddling a man’s leg and sitting on his foot. I have been shoving (or sort of clawing at?) his rather broad torso. I *may* have been saying SIT! But I hope just in my head, as it’s weird enough. And the boy looks TERRIFIED.

The bus has stopped. Kids are staring. The driver is staring. I can mainly see upward, so take in the full view of a junior footballer holding his bag and books over his head as though I’m a rabid dog. And I can see Tanya. She has gone seven shades of WTF and is trying to disappear into her purse.

Now, there are only so many ways you can extricate yourself from a situation like this one. (Note: it is still totally silent). I scramble backward into the nearest seat, which — yes— means unwrapping myself from his leg. And then I look him full in the eye and say: “oh, excuse me” just as planned.

He says *nothing*. Just very quickly gets off the bus. Now I’m sitting next to Tanya, and the full force of what I just did washes over me so hard that I still feel it. Tanya, now squeezed so low in her seat as to be near invisible: ‘what the hell was THAT?’ I don’t know, so I say ‘you told me to!’

She very much did not tell me to squid attack a footballer. But in principle…

She tells me she will never be able to face him again. I don’t know why, I’m the one he’ll have nightmares about. Some threats about never being my friend again ensue, but ultimately end in exasperation. But—BUT:

I did a days work, dammit, I want a days wage. “You still want the stupid brownie??”

The look of surprise mixed with confusion and maybe disgust doesn’t phase me as it ought; she hands over the prize and then gets off the bus. I’m subjected to sniggering. I’m blushing.

But I ATE my brownie.

… I think there are life lessons. At least one is that I am WAY autistic. But hey. I commit. I mean, I WILL do the thing.

[bagalois]

i may have been too rigorous on my analysis homework

[rollaroundincompliments]

"MAYBE THE TUMBLR USERS CAN HELP SOLVE SOME THINGS"

[melatien]

the demon king is not so easily swayed