forth eorlingas
the hands of a king are the hands of a healer

aahsokaatano:

aahsokaatano:

aahsokaatano:

aahsokaatano:

people love extolling the virtues of ball-and-socket joints and how it makes us more advanced and all that but I don’t see any fucking octopuses in slings now do I. Bones are overrated and I want a refund.

Tags reading #"bones are overrated and I want a refund" #this is peak tumblrALT

how dare you lay this curse upon my home

Tag that reads #investing at 18 notesALT

you don’t frighten me

Everyone in the notes saying “this is a 10k post to me” “posts that have 100k energy” “posts that are 30k to me” or whatever - alright, fine! Put the fuckin’ work in then! You’d better have this queue’d up every day for the next six months! You’d better have all your friends queue'ing it up too!

You want me to suffer?? You want to treat me like my own goddamn bones do??? MAKE AN EFFORT

speak now tv is the only thing that will fix me

d-bbrown:
“it’s not a fashion statement
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d-bbrown:

it’s not a fashion statement

official-boob-posts:

labelleizzy:

jumpingjacktrash:

flagbearer-or-scouts:

l0vegl0wsinthedark:

synonym-for-life:

kittykillall:

pyschoticbiotic:

n7kiera-ryder:

imoldbutimstillintothat:

bonitabreezy:

sunnysrecovery:

deliciouslysporadiccollection:

didi-is-spiffy:

lesbian-lizards:

tyradicalsaurusreg:

tobbun:

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blacklaceandcombatboots:

parentheticalaside:

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The only acceptable reason for this is if this character is actually a demon who seduces men and then eats them. [source]

who wrote this, expose him

my breasts are nicely separated. Completely divided, every year they move apart by half an inch.

My breasts are nicely separated though they still fight for custody of the children.

I,,a woman,,,am WiDeR LOweR dOwN

That was difficult to read.

So ugly

My name is Ebony D'arkness Dementia Raven Way, and my breasts are nicely separated

OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT AND HOW ON EARTH DID IT GET PUBLISHED

You can always tell when it’s a man writing a description because they focus oddly on the breasts. There will always be something about breasts and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read historical or fantasy fiction and they talk about “her breasts hanging freely under her tunic” or what the fuck ever and it’s like…women don’t do that? We don’t describe ourselves by saying “I have blonde hair and blue eyes and my breasts hang freely under my tunic”.
I kind of feel like we should counter by awkwardly mentioning all male character’s balls in their description. It’s kind of in the same vein.

“I have auburn hair and hazel eyes and my copious nicely separated balls hangs freely under my breeches”

G E T W I D E R L O W E R D O W N

“To get back to my body”

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This is the first time I saw this post with art and I am in tears.

Reblogging again because IT HAS BEEN ILLUSTRATED NOW 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Im actually laughing so hard omg

end harpy shaming 2k18

We still need to shame that abysmal original author… But perhaps this meme is what he really deserves.

official boob post

jermarvin:

girls when a piece of theater can be performed a million different times a million different ways but the ending will always stay the same

ciaran-archive:

ciaran-archive:

ciaran-archive:

if we could read minds I still don’t think we’d understand them.

like I’ve spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father’s thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?

we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other…don’t touch me I’m emotional

omegalomania:

people bitching and moaning about fob “turning mainstream” as if that was never the entire point of fall out boy. that’s In the goddamn dna of the band, it’s baked into the ethos of why the band started in the first damn place. to be accessible to kids and especially to girls, who were often ridiculed and shunted out of the hardcore community. to be a gateway to bands that aren’t as mainstream. to comment on the society they live in, as they live in it. people act like fall out boy “turning mainstream” was some kind of “betrayal” when from the start they were seizing on the trends of the time, putting their unique, unhinged fall out boy spin on them, and shooting them back out as a funhouse mirror. take this to your grave capitalized on the pop-punk zeitgeist that was big in the late 90s and early aughts and put their own spin on it: enmeshed catchy choruses with high-dexterity lyrical & linguistic skewerwork. infinity on high was basically a massive critique of the scene they were in - this ain’t a scene it’s a goddamn arm’s race is a fucking thesis statement on what it is to be catapulted into fame in an industry that wants nothing more than a thousand cookie-cutter copycat acts of a successful formula, and fall out boy WAS the formula everyone desperately wanted to emulate. american beauty / american psycho blended sampling and modern hip-hop stylings with polished pop-rock and pointed those songs back at the snapshot of the 2010s we all lived in: commenting on racial injustice and the freeze-frame nature of relevancy. but even then they weren’t doing it quite right - because fall out boy never does things quite right, they’re never quite conventional, whether it’s wentz’s darkly confessional lyrics double-bagged in metaphor or stump’s distinctive clear tenor or trohman’s inescapable rock ‘n roll edge or hurley’s thunderous hardcore-punk-rock soul.

this band has always been too clever for its own critics, is the thing. but then, they always knew that. they knew they had a thriving fanbase of largely female fans so they were going to be mocked and belittled and ridiculed. they weren’t quite right. they weren’t quite so easy to market. pete wentz had to have all his hard edges filed off and cut down to size, skin lightened, literally whitewashed (“i feel like a photo that’s been overexposed”) to hell and back, even as he was marketed as the pretty boy of the band. and the other three members never even bothered with the spotlight: the soft-spoken vegan straightedge anarchist drummer and the wry, wisecracking, whip-clever guitarist who was more concerned with being the connective tissue than anything and the reticent vocalist who sang the words and wrote an awful lot of music but wasn’t really the guy fronting the band. wentz’s charisma carried the band, because the rest of them were really just some guys and never aspired to be anything else.

fall out boy is too pop. fall out boy is too mainstream. fall out boy isn’t the real poster child of the emo movement. other bands are better. even within fall out boy’s own narrative, they are repeatedly ignored, sidelined, and belittled, as though they weren’t one of the only acts from the big 00s emo-pop movement to successfully not just survive the transition from the aughts to the '10s, and then later from the '10s to the '20s, but to thrive in it without banking on nostalgia. this band was supposed to be a flash in the pan. they weren’t supposed to last and they weren’t supposed to get big. they started off in joe’s parents’ attic because joe and pete were sick of how exclusionary and homophobic the hardcore scene was.

i think it’s high time that people acknowledge how fall out boy has repeatedly succeeded where most of their other peers failed. cunning, clever, capable, and hyper-aware of the space they occupy in the culture surrounding them. that they are just as powerful, important, and artistic as any of the other bands in the scene that others might deify at their expense. that they deserve a hell of a lot more respect than they get from critics or hardcore punks who think they sold out. i hope one day they get that recognition. because they’ve earned it, time and time again, and the more i see people pushing back against that, the more certain i become of its inevitability.

wongbal:

cats are like hey. im just gonna run towards your feet at max speed as you enter this room. and if you kick me in the face that’s a you problem

mrspider:

in my brain theres a pettiness scale that measures my actions before taking them where “this is petty, i shouldnt do this” is on one side and the other is “this is the equivalent of shooting a rock you tripped on with a hand gun” and that means i have to do it