You Can't Be Both Weird And Lame At The Same Time. If You're Weird, You Would Be A Great Person To Invite

wait do you guys actually carry purses/bags everywhere you go i really need to know

⚠️Attention transformers artists⚠️

There is an account by the name of palamenakimuw that is stealing entire posts. Here's an example of one, which is a direct copy of @mpsansy's post.

There is also a link attached to it. DO NOT CLICK THE LINK. Instead, report and block the account. It's happened once to the TMNT community, but we took that account down. Let's work together so we can take this one down too!

today is the only day you can reblog this ever

This is absolutely true. I'm in a marching band, and I'm one of the best trumpet players in the band. But, before I even started, I never even played a trumpet before. When I started, I had to ask my instructor to lower my notes, because I couldn't play the higher ones. I even remember thinking I could never reach notes on top of the staff and beyond. But now I can. All it took was practice and patience.

If you are starting to be an artist, a writer, or even to learn how to play an instrument for the first time, know that no matter how much you really are into it at first, you're going to fail. Many, many times. But with practice, patience, and a little bit of elbow grease, you can do so many great things.

Allow yourself to be a beginner. No one starts off being excellent.

Hey, so I was watching videos on Tik Tok, and there was this person who was talking about games they used to play as a kid, and one of them caught my attention.

So, the game is played on the trampoline, and what happens is that one person is in the middle, tucked into a ball, with their arms around their legs. The other kids have to then jump around the person until they either fall off (assuming that it doesn't have a net) or just can't keep themselves in a ball anymore.

Now, in the video, they called the game "Crack the Egg", which was weird, because I used to call it "Popcorn". When I looked into the comments, some people say that it was one or the other. So I'm going to run an experiment.

Reblog this, and in the tags, write down if you either call it Popcorn or Crack the Egg, and where you're from.

I've been seeing @ask-drunk-chara getting a lot of anon hate. It was going on for about two weeks(?), and it got so bad that they had to turn off anon asking, and they don't know when they will turn it back on. THIS SHOULDN'T HAPPEN! Because of one (or more) a**hole, every person who doesn't have tumblr accounts that want to ask Hawker something, or even just want to say something nice, isn't able to.

Stop being that one person who ruins everyone else's fun and happiness. Instead, be the person who helps and supports the artist/writer/person you are following!

Aight this is serious you guys

I love you guys with all my heart. I really do. But if you send anon hate, I don’t care how much you are active on blogs, or how well I know you.

Anon hate WILL NOT BE TOLERATED

Now I trust you guys to be kind people and even if you don’t send asks of any sort that you will NEVER SEND HATE.

So if you do send anon hate, unfollow me RIGHT NOW. I don’t want to see you in my notes. This is a community of KIND SUPPORTIVE PEOPLE and I intend to keep it that way.

Too many people have hurt themselves over insensitive comments. Too many people have considered suicide over hateful words. I will not allow it to continue any longer.

If you do not support anon hate please reblog.

I can’t watch anyone else on this site get hurt guys.

Please.

One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 4)

Hey guys! SO here’s chapter 4! At first, when I was making this story, I didn’t want a backstory. But, After some thinking, I decided to do it. Anyway, enough rambling. Let’s get started.

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

Alaina was frightened. She’s never seen Fresh act like that, ever! Looking at her mother, she saw that her mom was frightened too. She gave a ‘I’ll handle it’ nod to her, before heading to Fresh’s room.

She was about to knock when she heard sobbing from the other side. She pressed her head on the door, hearing Fresh saying, “I’m sorry Geno, I’m sorry.” Alaina remembered that it was the same thing he said when he woke up from his nightmare.

She turned the doorknob, finding the door unlocked, before coming in. Fresh gave a gasp, before seeing Alaina. Embarrassed, he put his head in between his legs. Alaina chuckled, before she sat next to him.

“You know, “Alaina started, “A little bird told me that you had a nightmare last night. It also told me that you didn’t tell me or my parents what that nightmare was about. Think you can help me with my problem?”

Fresh chuckled, taking his head out of legs. He smiled at Alaina, before looking down, frowning. “You really want to know?” Alaina just gave a small smile.

Fresh sighed, before saying, “Well, in the nightmare, I was back at mah house. I was watchin’ TV, when Geno told me dat he needed more pills. I forgot which ones I got, but I guess it was his super pain-killers. Anyway, I went and got da pills, and a glass of water. I was gonna give it ta him, but…” Fresh fell silent.

“But, what?” Alaina asked.

“I saw him as an adult, but different. He had an injury that ran across his ribs,“ Fresh said, running his finger across his ribs to give Alaina a visual, “and it was bleeding. He also had blood that was dribbling down his teeth. He also had a baritone voice; one dat was even lower than your dad’s. He asked me why I hurt him. But I couldn’t respond; I was just too scared. Then he said dat he was going to, ‘return the favor’, before he got out this giant demon skull, and it shot out this beam o’ light, before I woke up,”

Fresh looked down, not wanting to see Alaina’s reaction. He didn’t know why, but he felt that he should be judged. Maybe because Fresh had hit his brother, then ran away without anyone from his family knowing where he went.

Alaina was shocked. She has never seen Fresh this scared, not since when he first came to her doorstep…

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*ding-dong*

“Alaina dear, Can you get that? My hands are dirty,” Alaina’s mother said.

“Yes mom!” Alaina said, before opening the door. She looked around, not seeing anyone. She looked down, thinking there was a gift or something, but she saw something she would never expect.

On the ground was a skeleton, wearing a thin black t-shirt, a jacket, baggy shorts, a fanny pack, and neon shoes.  On their back was a book bag that looked way too big on them. They were shivering, with purple on their face.

“Mom! There’s a skeleton at the door!” Alaina said.

Alaina’s mother walked to the door, a washcloth in her hands. “What do you mean Al- Oh my gosh!”

Alaina’s mom rushed to the skeleton. Bending down, she placed her hand on the skeleton’s head. It was too warm.

“Alaina, get you father, quickly!” Alaina nodded, before she ran to her dad’s study.

“Dad, mom needs you! There’s a skeleton at the door, and she needs your help.” Alaina said. Alaina’s dad quickly walked downstairs. Alaina walked behind him.

“Honey, can you carry him to the guest room. I’ll hold his stuff. Alaina, please follow your dad and open the door please?”

“Yes mom.” Alaina said. With a grunt, Alaina’s dad picked up the skeleton, before heading up to the guest room. Alaina opened the door, before going inside, her dad following her.

Alaina’s dad then put the skeleton in the bed, before tucking them in. The skeleton shivered, mumbling things that Alaina couldn’t hear.

Alaina’s mom then went in with a washcloth and a bucket of water.

“How are they?” She asked.

“Not good, “ Alaina’s dad said, “By the looks of it, he has a high fever, he’s shivering a lot, and I don’t know if-“ Alaina’s dad was cut off by the skeleton, who had turned to the edge of the bed, before puking up a purple mess. Alaina shrieked, backing away from the bed quickly. Her parents did the same.

After emptying their stomach (if they had one), the skeleton turned to the family, saying, “‘m sorry for dat.” They also had some tears in their eyesockets.

Quickly, Alaina’s mom said, “Don’t worry! It couldn’t be helped! Besides, I needed to clean this room anyway, since someone,” Alaina’s mom looked at Alaina, a glare in her eyes, “likes to jump on the bed while eating cookies.” Alaina gave a nervous giggle, knowing it was true.

“What’s your name?” Alaina quickly asks.

The skeleton kept looking between their hands, which were rubbing together, and the family. After a while, the skeleton looked at the family, saying,

“Mah name is Fresh.”

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Since then, Alaina’s life has gotten more interesting. And now, she was going to be married to him. But, he was right about what he said last night. And he was also wrong. She knew a lot about him. More than he did. Not just about his favorite stuff, but about who he was as a person. And now, she knew everything.

Smiling softly, she placed her hand on Fresh’s hand, who stiffened before peeking through his legs. ‘I bet he thinks I’m going to judge him’ Alaina thought.

“I bet he’s dead by now. An’ even if he isn’t, he probably hates me,” Fresh mumbled.

Alaina slapped him.

Fresh held where she slapped him, shocked. “Why the heckdid you do that?!” he growled.

“Because you’re being unreasonable!” Alaina told Fresh, “You told me and my parents all about Geno. And even though I never met him, I know that he wouldn’t hate you, because you said, quote on quote, ‘he had such a big heart to anyone and everyone’.” Alaina then looked down. “I’m sorry for what mom said to you. She just wants you to see your family again.”

“It’s Aiight,” Fresh said. “I’m sorry for overreacting. Let’s go back to your parents.”

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After a few apologies, calls, and planning, Fresh and Alaina were going to head to New Mexico tomorrow.  They were going to leave in the morning, and were going to go sleep in a hotel half-way through. Then they would drive the rest of the way.

Fresh was lying on his bed. He couldn’t sleep. He was thinking too much about his family. Would they hate him, or would they welcome back in with open arms? He chuckled. If Error was anything like he was before he left, he wouldn’t do that. Would CQ still be alive? Would Geno still be alive?

*knock-knock*

“Come in.” Fresh said.

Alaina walked in. “Couldn’t sleep?” Fresh shook his head. “Me neither.” Fresh was shocked. Why couldn’t she sleep? He thought.

“Why not?” Fresh asked.

“I’m nervous. I mean, what is your family going to think?!”  Alaina started panicking, “Would you mom like me? Would your brothers like me?! Would they be racist or something, saying that I can’t marry you because I’m human or something?! Or-“ Fresh held her hands, rubbing his thumb across her hand.

“They wouldn’t do dat. I know dat both ma and Geno would love you when they meet you. And after a bit, Error would love you too. So don’tcha worry”

Alaina smiled a bit, saying, “And they would do the same thing to you, so don’t you worry.”

Fresh smiled, before pulling in Alaina in a loving kiss. Pulling back, he said, “Let’s get to bed. We got a half a country to drive through.”

After Alaina left, Fresh closed his eyes, feeling tired. ‘Everything will be alright’ Fresh though, before falling asleep.

I’ve been waiting since March to post this…

Super excited! My sister and I are going to have a movie night.

22 days remaining until Steven Universe: The Movie

Jackpot