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May 22 2018


Seriously, married or not I reckon Charlie Weasley would be a riot at family gatherings. Just turning up, throwing Molly a casual “Wotcher Mum! Brought the kids, hope that okay!” And Molly turns round confused, sees what he’s talking about and - “Those are not ‘the kids’ Charlie, thOSE ARE TINY DRAGONS IN ONESIES!!!!!”

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“The Visitor”

Reposted bycathillium cathillium



macaulay culkin was forced into his career by his father through manipulation, gaslighting and humiliation as well as physical abuse. at fourteen, instead of hitting him back like his father demanded, macaulay called the police and put a stop to the suffering that he and his family were facing. when his parents went bankrupt, macaulay offered up his own money to his mother and siblings and stepped up as the father figure to his five younger siblings. he’s publicly supported lgbt and pro-black charities for decades (x, x) and dedicated a good two pages of his book to naming conservatives and abusers that he hates. he risked his own reputation to defend michael jackson in court and treats michael’s daughter, paris, like his own. macaulay culkin is an amazing person whose made all of us happy over the years, and 2018 WILL be the year we repay him by supporting his hipster lifestyle website.

it’s really good

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Luis Ricardo Falero (Spanish, 1851 –1896)

Witches on the Sabbath, 1878

Oil on canvas

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Miraculous Ladybug!

May 21 2018






I’m going to save up for a new motorcycle by running a scam where I bet straight dudes at bars twenty bucks that I can get a girl’s number in under five minutes and then politely walk up her and say, “I just bet that asshole twenty bucks that I could get your number. I’ll split it with you if you pretend to laugh like I just said a good pick up line and then write a fake number on my hand.”

Like, I never understood those kind of bets in those shitty teen movies. Everybody loves being part of a scheme, man. Use your head.

If anyone ever does this to me I’ll call them out on being a con artist.

Joke’s on you, buddy. That’ll only have consequences the first, what, couple dozen times? I can take a punch.

But then eventually, I’ll have money for the bike, and whenever I get called out, I’ll just speed off, and, sure, maybe I crash and die in a gutter and the police can’t figure out why I have hundreds of fake phone numbers stuffed in my jacket and it launches a huge investigation that becomes sort of a local legend, but you know whose problem that is? Not fucking mine.

Because I’m a slutty motorcycle ghost, and who’s gonna’ stop me then? The ghost cops? Nice try. Everybody knows cops can’t become ghosts because they just go straight to hell. It’s basic math.

Moral of the story, don’t be a con artist or you will die in a horrible accident and become a lonely ghost.

First of all, don’t you ever accuse me of having morals, narrative or otherwise, ever again.

And second, where did I say I’d be lonely? I’d be a ghost on a motorcycle. That’s the sexiest thing that there is. You look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t bone Ghostrider. Look me in the goddamn eyes.


i deserve unrestricted access to old churches and castles i want to know all the secrets






the six types of gay songs

  1. the song is explicitly about romantic love between two people of the same gender
  2. the song does not contain explicitly gay lyrics, but is performed by a gay artist
  3. the song is not sung by a gay artist, but the singer is of the same gender as the subject of the song and does not change the pronouns
  4. the song is supposed to be about straight people but if you squint, the narrator is clearly in love with Jolene herself, come on
  5. the song itself is ambiguous but the music video was extremely homoerotic
  6. neither the lyrics nor the singer are gay but like, it’s just really catchy…

    7. nothing about the song is gay in any way, but you associate it with your crush for some reason, so it’s basically a LGBTQ anthem

8. It’s 80’s synth pop

9. im gay and i like it

#10. hozier wrote it channelling the irish lesbian ghost who dwells within him


fun fact about fic writers. every time they post anything at all, they slide into one of the circles of hell while they await a response and their brain turns into a endlessly echoing refrain that this time people have seen through the facade, and now know that your writing is pure garbage. 

this happens every. freaking. time. 

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Tumblr introduced me to the idea of bisexual Shang and I fell hard <3


in the tags put your pets name vs what you actually call your pet

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My friend suggested a celestial eye goldfish merm wearing glasses


gifted kid burnout is the nerd equivalent of your portly uncle who was quarterback in high school being like “MAN I COULDA GONE PRO


this is one of the only times ive ever seen a pallas cat not in a rage state and i am . cherishing this picture.


How do you become a writer? You lie. You tell a story, and you lie and lie and lie until you’re fluent.

You lie to your readers, making a story believable enough that they fall in love with a fiction. You tell them that everything will be okay, and tear their hearts to shreds. You give them just enough scraps to keep going, and hold the feast just out of reach. You tell them that you don’t want to let them have everything, and that is a lie too.

You lie to your characters, manipulate them, send them on journeys that will break them. You run rings around them, promise things that never come. You control them, plague them with monsters, send them spinning through terra incognita terrified and alone. You pretend not to care, but that’s a lie too.

The story also lies to you. Be ready. It did, after all, learn from the best. It tells you that you’re going down one path, and takes us in circles until we’re lost. It lies by omission, keeping the most important information until the end. It flays the creativity from your brain and refuses to co-operate. You pretend that your relationship with your story is complex and painful and in that, only part is a lie.

The story is a monster, a fae. Tame it as you will, but unlike a wolf it will never be made a dog. Quivering, it will curl in your lap like a cat, waiting for the right moment to bite the hand that feeds it. You nurture it anyway, you have to. You feed it with whispers and sleepless nights and tears. It won’t ever show kindness in return, but perhaps it will give gifts more freely.

And you keep lying, because telling a story is the most honest form of lying there is.

- On the nature and nurture of a story | A.r.t


honestly you know why people centuries ago were so extra in the way they spoke and so dramatic it’s because they were listening to classical music. go turn on some johann sebastian bach and tell me you don’t suddenly feel like composing a hand written love letter to your dearest annabelle and using the word melancholy


Weakness: when a group of unrelated characters, of varying backgrounds, consider each other a family




we always talk about how pretty girls are but what about boys omg.

my boyfriend has the cuTEST little baby freckles that are sooooo light under his eyes and i stare at them all the time like wow. what a beautiful feature.

also when boys r soft when they wake up and have that deep voice and soft hair and pajamas on & they’re all warm ohmygoodness

don’t forget when they want 2 be held and they’re too shy or embarrassed to ask so they just kind of ,,,, slide ,,,, into the little spoon position

oh loRDT and the ones who’re obsessed w something like a specific video game or cartoon/show or something like that is so damn precious especially when barely anyone knows about it bc it’s ‘embarrassing’ for them and they trust u enough to tell u

anD o shit the way their arms look when they have a watch on like ,,,,, mmmmMMMMMM yes.

when they laugh. like. hardcore genuine cackle. devin barely ever does it but when it does i swear y’all i could cRY

smirks. bitch. yes.

i just. love. boys in sweatpants and sweaters and soft hair. pls. let me snuggle u while it snows or rains.

also giggles. ohmy.

when they have a self care routine. like yes. u angel. take care of u. don’t let anyone tell u caring for yourself is girly or gay. i love it and u.

feel free to add things.

i love boys fuCk especially mine even though he’s a bitch sometimes i adore him holy shit i cant wait to see him tomorroW

This is the cutest shit I’ve ever fucking read ahahhsndkskjan

Shit like this makes meant a boyfriend

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Corvo Attano

For my dear Owl❤️✨

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submission by @pastel-succvbus

this is correct

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