Crush Definitely Are The Worst.

Crush definitely are the worst. 😭😑

Tripps: Crushes are the worst!

Chesterfield: Right?! Whenever I see mine, I start acting stupid.

Blutch: You're always acting stupid.

Chesterfield:

Chesterfield: don't think about that one too hard

People, let’s stop being dumb and let’s start accepting everyone for who they are.

If u don’t support ace people, or any one from lgbtq+ community, or just hate someone for who they are. Just don’t EVER interact with me. I don’t want to deal with you’re bullshit.

Thank you.

Found this on Pinterest, but count this screenshot as a reblog

Just read all of that. Oof that shits crazy. Rabies is really serious. DO NOT mess with wildlife.

Stay safe.

sorry if i’m being a party pooper but because rabies is apparently the new joke on here ??? please remember that rabies has an almost 100% fatality rate after symptoms develop so if you’re bitten or scratched by an animal that you aren’t 100% sure is vaccinated then GO TO A DOCTOR. it’s not a joke. really. 

🤌😍 I just watched the movie and I instantly came on tumblr to see if anyone ship those two ✨

“Each Starday I pay visit to the ill at the temple hospital,” Xenk said. “The clerics of Eldath allow me to provide succor where I can.” 

Edgin squinted. “Okay. But what do you do for fun?” 

“Fun?” Xenk echoed. It seemed that he had never conceived of this word before, relating to himself. After a worrisomely long pause, he confessed. “I have been known to read for pleasure.” 

“That’s … something I guess,” Edgin sighed. “Let me guess - courtly poetry? Epics of ancient battles?” 

“This, I recently finished.” Xenk reached into his pack and retrieved a well-thumbed book bound in cheap parchment. Emblazoned over a painting of a half-elf bard, shirt torn to his navel, being bent over by a knight in full armor - The Paladin’s Wicked Oath. 

Edgin raised his eyebrows. “Well … I didn’t expect that.” 

“Despite the title, Ser Gervassius’s intentions are not wicked at all,” Xenk said reassuringly. “Though perilous forces throw them together, Robinet and  Gervassius share a deep and earnest bond. The author - Goodwife Isobelle - does not correctly represent a paladin’s oath, but she has such understanding of men’s souls.” With a lingering sigh, Xenk placed the book in Edgin’s palm and clasped both hands around it. “It is nothing short of stirring. I implore you to read it.” 

“Really, it’s okay,” Edgin mumbled. “I don’t need …” 

“What’re you two still doing out here?” Holga walked up. “Oh hey. It’s Edgin’s book.” 

“It is my book,” Xenk answered, confused as Edgin looked at Holga with a frantic expression, shaking his head.

“Edgin’s book,” Holga emphasized. “The one he wrote. Under that stupid penname.” She took the book from Edgin’s slack hand. “Goodwife Isobelle,” she snorted. “Edgin’s never been a good wife a day in his life.” 

“Well!” Edgin clapped his hands, determinedly not looking at Xenk as his ears burned. “Holga is right. What are we still doing out here? Time to get a move on … !” 

Stop.

Stop.

Please stop.

I’m not feeling good right now and it’s the worst I’ve been for ages…oh god.

"who inspires you?" the version of myself that's in my head and in my dreams. I want to be her, feel her, light up the room like her. I want to be as confident, as daring, and as cool as her. I want to love like her, live like her, dress like her, and to get the guy like her. I want her friends, her lover, her job. I want her to be more than just a dream.

That’s them. It’s literally them

once again the love/hate tag is for THEM