shrimpkidd:

tel-aviva:

tel-aviva:

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fullmetalfisting:

Okay so there was this low-budget monster-of-the-week tv show that came out in 2005 about two brothers who fought evil while driving around the country in a vintage car. Are you with me so far?

Good because I am without a doubt about to lose you. Let me start by saying that I’m a completely normal person who has simply witnessed bafoonery the likes of which have never been seen by regular people….

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unfavorableinstigation:

laurelindorenan:

i get kidnapped by a rich creep and he does the whole “have dinner with me wearing this specific dress (or die)” thing and i’m like okay lol let’s see the dress and it turns out the dress doesn’t fit me because the loser just thought he could grab any old low-cut red dress off the rack because he’s a man and so i have to explain that there are very very few dresses that actually fit my weird proportions and so we take the fancy dinner to go and spend four hours dress shopping and then sometime around dress #27 i make my daring escape and he doesn’t even bother to pursue me because he’s so tired of shopping

ALT

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bargain basement shit tier creep doesn’t even know your measurements from watching you in his van for months, this is a red flag ladies!!! 😫❌🚨🚨🚨💅

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1892:

smokers pick ur poison: i want to know tumblr’s favorite cigarette

marlboro

camel

parlaiment

american spirit

newport

winston

lucky strike

pall mall

dunhill

i don’t smoke/other

tumblrinas don’t fail me <3

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anonymouscomrade:

fruityyamenrunner:

indelicateink:

depsidase:

painfully true

ALT

Imagine saying “where sweets are baked, not bought” about the decade that invented blue raspberry

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garaks-padded-bra:

Babysitting preschool age kids rn and I find it really funny how they sometimes get hooked on completely random phrases like this 4 year old keeps adding “LUCKY FOR YOU,” to the start of Any sentence. “lucky for you, I already drank my milk.”. Are you threatening me?

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teaboot:

fallenangelvictorious:

teaboot:

teaboot:

The pastor: “For GOD So Loved Mankind That He Gave His His One And Only Son”

Me, 11, sitting on my hands in the back pew: Okay but like. He’s God. He could’ve made more

Me, 11, pretty much certain I’m going to Heck: But how do they know the whole world flooded if they didn’t know about Canada yet. Canada could’ve been fine

Me age 11, totally lost: why didn’t god just kill Adam and Eve and start over???? Like the sims.

How do you know He didn’t

(via astrophysicist-not-princess)

saywhat-politics:

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communistbettyboop:

ALT

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jewish-harley-quinn:

jewish-harley-quinn:

BREAKFAST???

For reference,

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sirfrogsworth:

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn’t even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help.
He went to guidance counselors for help.
He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne’s lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So… no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

syneester:

i finally figured it out. my favorite ship dynamic. murderous

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