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if i was a popular minecraft youtuber id just tweet "hey guys stop drawing shipping fanart of me and my friends/coworkers, i only fucked one of them and seeing me paired with anyone else is kinda weird and crosses my boundaries" and then i'd turn my phone off

Just had an idea of a eren drabble

weirdest mini glitch ever

why does that middle of his hairline look so gross 😭

looks worse than moldy

Mary said, "Now…who in the world thought this carpet was a good idea in this hotel. We are staying at the Ameristar in Kansas City. When the elevator door opened we seriously thought it was a crime scene."

Eric and Kyle are soulmates btw. If you even care.

horror is always like oh no they're possessed by a demon well what about possessed by an angel? angelic possession is also horror.

this is. the funniest thing that anyone has ever written

Spend it wisely: reblog or comment with your answers so I can see! 🖤

i don't care.

Practicing self control

the witcher but with britney spears music (heavily inspired by @paper-records)

thank you chappell

*stepping over my own corpse* sorry about that. it's nice to meet you. yeah don't worry about it, it'll despawn in a few minutes.

thinking about their push and pull...the yin and yang. zuko is battling his internal self and for most of the series, he has lost his way, yet he ended up there by doing a selfless act.

thinking about how Aang chooses to stop his journey and help those in need where he can, until tragedy stuck. he had begun to stray down the same path, but had Katara to pull him back in.

throughout the series, there is always a part of Zuko that we would assign to Aang, and there is always a part of Aang that is so close to pushing everyone out and recklessly trying to forge his own path like Zuko did.

did you guys know you can enjoy fiction even when you want to kill some of the characters with hammers on account of they are interesting and evocative characters that cause strong emotions and those strong emotions do not always need to be positive. crazy stuff

someone’s a bit c*te

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

That video of Alex Hirsch reading S&P notes for Gravity Falls conveys a few things to me:

1) the U.S. entertainment industry (especially animation) is run by older conservative types who make up offensive terms and get really mad about them.

2) the people who run Disney would be the first to fall in line with a fascist regime.

3) most of the media we consume is tailor-made and watered-down to appeal to the tastes of older, deeply religious conservative audiences.

4) conservatism, not the left, is and always has been the biggest voice of censorship in American culture.

Silly scenario: the Assad gang is throwing a party with the Ray brothers' parents out of town for the night and Riley's kickin' it back until he sees something unpleasant.

CW: mentions of drugs

When the Ray’s folks were gone for the night, a party was usually thrown downstairs in the basement of their big white house. It had all the room they needed, they being Assad’s gang, a decently sized lounging room to fit about twenty to thirty people– if no one minded getting cramped with their ass against someone else's crotch. Oh, Riley was certain no one would too, considering a few of their guests were already getting right into it, gyrating to the bumping bass and explicit music. But thankfully they had additional room with the backyard door wide open, leading out to the rather nice backyard where Keem handled the grill and Assad participated in beer pong or poker by the folded tables. Where the others were, hell, he was sure they were doing just fine amid the packed crowd. And Riley himself? He was lounging on the couch inside as the music pounds from his eardrums to the back of his skull, an arm draped along the back of the couch with his hips pushed out and toned thighs spread out, his tank top riding up to expose that lil happy trail of dark curls creeping down underneath. And of course, Riley Chayy wasn’t Riley without a blunt in hand. The weed he was smoking tonight was hitting. So, simply relaxing while everyone had their fair share of indulgences was just his cup of tea for tonight, taking a long drag and inhaling, feeling the high buzz through him just nice before he slowly blew it out. While his main excuse for smoking was to help with night terrors (and it did), he was fucking addicted to some extent. It made him feel more grounded, more at peace– instead of that antsy and angry kid he was back then when he was living with– woah, downer much, Ri? His eyes drag across the crowd lazily, barely lingering on the pretty girls dancing in barely anything and then to the hot guy by the bar with Assa– what? Suddenly his droopy eyes feel a bit too focused, his fingers flexing and clenching over his knee as he takes another drag of his blunt. Fuck. While it looked innocent as just chatting and having drinks, Riley wasn’t born yesterday.  He could see the ‘fuck me eyes’ and that devilish little smirk on those chapped lips.

Riley finally tears his eyes away after staring for a bit too long, suddenly feeling more interested in ‘people seeing’ once more. He didn’t wanna kill his mood, no– fuuuuck that. Riley hated buzzkills, so no way in hell was he gonna be one himself. He’d just need to find himself a distraction, a fucking remedy to cure him from whatever toxic push and pull that narcissistic brunette had on him. 

And it was easy enough to find himself some fun. 

Riley Chayy, the dreamboat of St. Eli (aside from his brother in Christ, Keem), had a knack for catching the eyes of most people. Handsome, charismatic, and a decent man, what wasn’t there to like about him? But the silent hype he gave himself made Riley roll his eyes as he took one last gander at the crowd before stopping on someone. And they were already looking his way, the man feeling their eyes dragging up his form. Then they’re leaning to their friend, with a cute smile on their face when his eyes meet theirs and Riley can’t help but quirk up his own. 

And like a bee to honey, they’re leaving their friend to make their way towards the couch. “Hey,” Riley greets as he gives them a once over. Bringing the blunt back to his lips, his eyes trail up once more as he continues, “Caught ya starin’, you weren’t feelin’ bad for lonely ol’ me, were you dollface?” His hand over the couch motions to the empty space beside him. “Got ya a seat right here if ya pity me, babe. Another one right here.” Then it flicks casually towards his lap.