I'm sorry, but the way to call me out like that bruh.
Ok but what about the eldest daughters who read to escape reality, the ones who have crippling anxiety, the ones that don't talk about their issues because other people have it worse what about the ones that the ones that love their siblings but you have to be better than them all the time and them not get as appreciated for it so in a way you hate your siblings. The eldest daughters who aren't noticed until they mess up, until their grade goes down. The ones that everyone relies on all the time and they can't let anybody down or they'll feel indescribable guilt for it
Yes.
i just. i really need to know right now. there’s so much hate in the world, i need to know who’s safe. also if you can’t reblog this feel free to block me <3 i hope i never interact with you ever in my life
Yuzzzzzz
Note: Asexuals and aromantics count as “not straight”
This made it to my dash again, and it got better
I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)
Quality addition
I am convinced that Halloween, Met Gala and Spotify Wrapped are the official gay holidays, I don't take constructive criticism
So.... We'll never be able to give him up????
One day Rick Astley will die and noone will click on the article link
One word. Wow
5 times Dean had work to do, and the one time he actually enjoyed it. pairing: dean/cas a commission for @jensenackhles <3 2k words
One
Dean first heard the phrase a few weeks after his mom died.
John had checked them into a motel—one of the many that they had cycled through in the past few weeks. Sam was asleep in the crib, and John was on the opposite bed. Dean had woken up to a strange sound; he rolled over and saw John at the foot of the bed, head bowed, shoulders shaking.
Dean had never seen his dad cry before. Even right after the fire, when he was telling the detectives what happened at the police station: completely dry-eyed. So seeing his dad cry was… strange. Dean wanted to make it stop.
He pushed back the sheets and hopped off the bed. Walking on unsteady, sleepy toddler legs to his dad, he put either hand on John’s knees, looking up at him. John was clutching a worn picture of Mary between his fingers.
“Are you okay, dad?” Dean asked.
John continued to stare at the picture of Mary’s smiling face. After a moment, he sniffed. Wiped his face that was striped with tears with the back of his hand. He ruffled Dean’s hair and said gruffly, “Yeah, kid. I’m fine. Get back to sleep, okay? We got work to do in the morning.”
And the next morning in the car, when Sam was crying in his carseat and kicking up a storm, Dean patted his head and said, “It’s okay, Sammy, shh. Stop crying. We got work to do, okay? So you can’t cry. We got to work.”
Sam just stared at him with big teary and trusting eyes. Dean didn’t even know what he was really saying at the time; what he was getting them into.
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Now ... Don't go around breaking my heart like that
How does it feel? I don't know, I...
I thought this post will go in a different direction, but this. I support this.
It’s sad, and frankly kind of ticks me off, to see the posts where content providers are asking for reblogs. You like it enough to heart it? What does it take, a few seconds more to reblog it. It doesn’t go with your blog’s aesthetic? Fuck that. If you want to see art and fanfics in your feed, you need to be supportive of the creators! Otherwise, they will either move to another site where the people are more supportive, or just stop making content all together,
Don’t make us beg. If you like it, reblog it! What’s wrong with you?
You know what? You're right and you should say it
I know this is far from the main problem, but Gaiman and Palmer having a young and poor woman watch their child for days without paying her a single cent is so fucked up.
Chaotic neutral. bi. writer. The (b)log of everything that catches my magpie-ish fancy. How many fandom references in your bio is too many?
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