#so I’m sorry

[florenceandtheinkmachine]

alice angel: hey bestie 🙏😔i am once again asking 🥺 for a favor🥺🥺 i NEED you 🥶🥶🥶to take this EMPTY toilet paper tube 🧻to thr 420th 💕floor and KILL 🔪🩸 three thicc 🥵gushing squelchers with it🤩👍and give me their organs 🥺🙏bestie boo please ✨and also you can’t die 😞👹👹i killed your dog btw😫

henry: i thought about killing you last cycle

[silliestintheworld]

more milesganke centric tweets!!! bc boredom is for losers

(I KNOW PAVS PFP IS GAYATRI HE JUST SEEMS LIKE TO TYPE TO BE OBSESSED WITH HIS GF😭😭)

[onceandfuturelesbian]

arthur: i think it’s safe to say that i’m a great driver.

merlin: you almost ran over your father by accident.

arthur: by what?

[soft4gguk]

atp just leave again the wait ain’t worth it girl lol

hi 🙋🏻‍♀️ this is a gentle reminder to not send me messages like this because literally nothing in my page calls for this kind of animosity to be thrown my way and i’d like to keep it that way!! i don’t have problems with people straying away from my stories, my blog, me, etc. but u also don’t have to announce this to me. keep it inside voices or talk to someone else about it (i say this lovingly!!)

anyways. i had to go on an emergency work trip that’s why i haven’t been around!! ilu all <333 hopefully i have a bit of time this week to answer to ur asks n chit chat 🩷

[lin-onehalf]

So in past year or so I’ve been trying to make playlists based on my own characters by using songs that remind of them or that I think they’d listen to (obviously) but I was thinking about doing that with Ranma 1/2. So far I have 12 and they are:

Combat Baby - Metric

She Likes Another Boy - Oscar Lang

Pretty Boy - poutyface

Apple Cider - beabadoobee

Shampoo - Peach Kelli Pop

The Boy is Mine - Brandy, Monica

girlfriend - hemlocke springs

Run Your Mouth - The Marias

Using You - Mars Argo

Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers

(You) On My Arm - Leith Ross

Sappho - Frankie Cosmos

A few of the songs (there was a limit) are added as Spotify links under the cut but here’s the playlist:

[nick-close]

I didn’t know you drew! Ahahah I’m sorry for not asking sooner then! Would you perhaps draw-

Teen-High-Binder Transmasc Normal?

I draw and I’m awesome now take ur guy B3

I didn’t wanna spend more than a few minutes I’ll be so real with u. I’m sorry he’s low quality.but I’m not that sorry.

[Please don’t tag as babygirl, skrunkly, etc!]

[mxviko]

Does South Park tumblr enjoy videos because I’ve been trying to cook up a cover of curses and was thinking of doing a silly video with it

Hellpark designs I will not do you justice if I do it

[eenochian]

i found a song that i listened to the night before my family had to put one of my cats to sleep and now i am just. sitting here crying. fuckin hate it here man.

[howaboutcastiel]

I don’t want to take a break, but I have to step away from my phone for a couple of days for my own good, I think.

I’m sorry for the constant negativity on here. Thanks to everyone who has still stuck around. Again, I’m just sorry.

While I’m away, think about Steven Grant for me.

[dmercer91]

!!!!!

thank you!!!!

🤍

[ageofstarkey]

apologizing in advance for who i’ll become the second i see rafe with a buzzcut

[dumbthiccbitch666]

would like to let y’all know i haven’t been ignoring your dms i didn’t realize i needed to verify my email to actually receive them lol

[theonewithallthefixations]

You know what? Gosh DIDDLY dang it. Everyone’s gonna know this story and laugh with me. Cause it was hilarious. I take yoga 7th hour. The last hour of the day. And we have a sub. And I’m like “yay!” Cause I’m wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. The uniform is leggings and a t-shirt. So I can say I am wearing my shirt under the sweatshirt and he can’t say “lift up your sweatshirt” cause that would be inappropriate. He takes roll, and you know those elementary teachers that are super strict? That’s him. “Stay in line. No talking.” That sort of stuff. And then people run to the bathroom, cause that’s what they do every day after roll. And he starts yelling, like, “no, only one person at a time.” So he has everyone who needs to pee raise their hand, and so they do. Also, I am on my time of month and am having horrible cramps. This will be important for context in a few moments. Everyone’s going to the bathroom, and he’s yelling, and all you (gosh dang I don’t know what to use here without offending anyone. I suck at this. I’m sorry. People who have experienced the weeks in the months?) know how when you get nervous a wave kind of just comes? Well I feel myself EXPLODE! So when someone comes out, I run in, apologizing to the person who is casually sitting by the bathroom, not getting up with any speed. Cause I feel bad, but oh crap I need to take care of stuff. I go in and go into a stall and I’m pretty sure they can hear my creative expletives in the North Pole. (I try not to use explicit expletives. They’re fine, and I use them once in a while, but they’re so un-classy, you know? And if I don’t say them often, it adds more effect to whatever I’m saying, whether I’m being amusing or angry.)

I run out and ask him the question of all questions: can I grab something from the locker room? And he FREAKS ok? Like “why do you bjsktjdkhebhf you should haverhjsjdjiikfmjrj whydoghlkdjbrbakbrbjskrhrhjfhbeh” yes most of his words were unintelligible. Well I turn around to go sit down with my face almost as red as his was by the end of the day and he calls me back. “Is it a personal thing you need to grab?” “Yes, sir” So he gives the most put out sigh I have ever heard. And while he’s unlocking the door, he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear “you little b****” (please don’t make fun of me that’s the one word I will never say ever. Actually, there are a few others, all of the same genre)

I walk in with a sweet smile and a “thank you sir” cause the first time I was NOT trying to be disrespectful but apparently he took it that way. I come out and then we go outside to run two laps. Which. Torture. Tor. Ture. Luckily I have my friend Kay with me (not her real name) and she’s encouraging me every step of the way. So we finish and go in. And here comes the extra funny part. We go in and he asks who is leading, and and Celeste and Peter (not their real names, just assume that all names I use in here are not real) get up after raising their hand. Then Cali gets up and walks up to the front and he snaps at their cause “why didn’t you raise your hand????” They did, he just didn’t see them, and they, very kindly, may I add, explains that to him. He glares at them. “What?” they ask “You know what you did.” Ok. Well. I love Cali and I’m not letting him get away with that. I do my best to be respectful to everyone. I’m respectful to the drama teacher which is hard at times. But that’s a rant for a different time. But when one of my friends gets hurt, even if their hurt is just perceived by me any they’re not actually hurt “what? I can’t tell!) I go on protection mode. Yes this happens with people who are older than me. Yes it’s weird. No I don’t care.

So when we’re done and it’s time to go into savasana (sounds like a gurudo word!!) he hets mad. “Why are we not doing more yoga?” he asks, and we explain to him what savasana is. “I know what ‘corpse mode’ is. Why are you doing it?” When he sits down, I get up and turn off the lights again. He’s mad but rolls his eyes and lets it be. Savanna gets up to get a block and oh my GOODNESS he is mad. Like, MAD. Like The Trunchbull irrational “you ate two mnm’s” mad. He turns the light back on and we’re spitting there laughing (yes that happened a lot) until some guy gets up to get some water. “No!” And the dude takes the boy out of the room, I turn the lights back off, he (the boy not the teacher) runs around the classroom, does a front flip, and goes back to his seat. The door opens and we all stop laughing and lie back down. And when he comes back in he gives the MOST amusing world-weary sigh and I snort. Everyone else follows and soon the room is full of laughter. Apparently he brought Coach Potato to take some kids to the principal? Or something like that. John, the kid who needed water, Savanna, Celeste, and a few other kids who I can’t remember. They all did literally nothing (except for the water boy, but I’m not counting him.) He starts ranting about something like “is this how your parents taught you how to respect your elders? And Molly raises her hand and says “what makes you think this is how our parents taught us?” And that confuses him for a bit. And then he starts ranting again about Hylia knows what and I’m like here I goooooo *said in a Peter Pan voice. Like you know that one Disney commercial that starts with that? I could quote that whole commercial, I watched it over and over again as a small child cause I loved the part where the mad hatter goes ‘all together now’ I keep getting off track sorry* I raise my hand. “With all due respect sir” which is none, but I thought that was implied so I did not say it “we have not been disrespectful. We dressed out, came to the line as we always do, go to the bathroom like she lets us if we need to, we ran our two laps, we came in, took our shoes off, and did our stretches and then went into savasana.” And I managed to say it all with a straight face, which was rather difficult, and for that, I think I should be a world class actress. The “if anyone’s being disrespectful it’s you” went unsaid. Ok. He freaked out. “You immature little hrr for henkfbekldhh you think fjhhsbrbndjrjjfjtjits pkrjrjjdndnndbdndn” The bell finally rang and we all leave the classroom and when he finally opens the door to the locker room, when I pass him, I smile sweetly and say in a cloyingly sweet voice, “thank you, sir”

While I would love him to stay so I can mess with him more if he ever subs for one of my classes again, on the way in he said “this isn’t over” and I don’t trust him to straight up murder me so I’m reporting him.

Am I ashamed that I treated him like that? Sort of. I don’t like hurting people. At all. But he deserved it for being rude to my friend. And everyone else in the class. Have I just figured out how to stand up to corrupt authority figures? Yes I have. “With all due respect sir/ma’am”

Also shout out to @mrstaylorswift for surviving with me!!!

[the-rini-rush]

eurghgg

my audience is pretty big but i’ve had so many experiences of other people telling me i’ve reblogged scams :((

and it just makes me a bit more cautious and nervous, so now i just reblog popular campaigns i see on my feed :(

i feel so bad but it just makes me uncomfortable for it to be so personal to me when i’m a minor (14) and can only do so much by reblogging their pinned posts and then sometimes it turns out they’re a fucking scam or i get spammed by other families

and i know it probably looks so selfish of me but it’s the truth.

i genuinely want the families to get somewhere safe, but do not send me asks, i will find popular and already vetted campaigns and reblog those

if you’re not happy with my actions, you can take it up with me in the dms (moots) i’m very sorry if i let many people down

Please do not send me asks for donations

Here's why:

I have NO money to give you

I'm not a popular enough blog that I will give you any reach

I am a minor, and most of my followers are too

It makes me feel extremely guilty

Seeing pictures of injuries or hospitals etc are triggering for me (which are in most intro posts for this sort of thing)

They are always worded in a way that makes me feel like I am a murderer if I don't donate

It makes me feel uncomfortable

I said I don't want them, and my boundaries should be respected

I can't tell what is a bot and what isn't

I get a lot of spam from this. It is disappointing to see 10 new asks in my inbox just to be the same ask for donations over and over

Please, just respect the fact that I have said this.

Edit: To all the people reblogging this, I'm sorry you have had to deal with this too. And yes, you can put this in your pinned post! Stay safe <3

[churrotowns]

cockblocked 😔

[hamletthedane]

I just found the earliest email I ever sent from my email address, and it’s the funniest goddamn thing I can possibly imagine a fourth grader sending her teacher:

(Context - my fourth grade teacher was on maternity leave, and the class had conferenced at recess regarding the poor state of the classroom goldfish’s tank. We decided to inform our (24yo, new mother) former teacher of the dire situation, and I was selected as the duly appointed representative for this solemn communication.)