sorry guys, last thing
but
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
Assholes shouldn’t flatter themselves.
I mean, he hashtagged this with my name so clearly he wanted me to see how many creys he had
Now the first five people to send me a message gets a doodle (you, your character, or a character you like) for being so patient through all this bullshit.
“S-stupid Angry Girl! It’s not like I like you or anything!”
Shawarma becomes a weekly tradition among the team. They take up 85% of the restaurant, and eventually, it starts to feel like home. Clint installs a dartboard, and the owners have all the food prepared before they show up.
The things that happen at the shawarma place are the stuff of legend.
What happens when a tree branch falls onto a powerline?
Answer: Dramatic Annihilation
Only 17 seconds long - stick to the end.
Submitted by: nonniebyrd
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL.
“No,” the wire whispered. “You can’t—you’ll burn—”
The branch smiled sadly, looking up at the tree that had protected her for so many years. But, the branch needed to know for herself the heat and passion of the wires. “I would rather burn a hundred times over,” she said softly, “than live an eternity away from you.”
“But, I’m right here! You can see me every day!” The wire pleaded desperately. “You don’t have to do this!”
“Actually, I do,” the branch replied. “I’m falling and it’s only a matter of time. Please…tell me you’ll catch me. Even if I’ll burn, tell me you’ll catch me.”
The wire was silent before swaying in affirmation, gazing up at the branch that had always been so far above him. Always out of reach, always kept away, protected jealously by the tree.
The wind was picking up, and with each blow, the branch swung ever closer to the wires until finally, she was ripped from the tree and fell down into the waiting arms of her beloved.
“Hello,” she whispered, feeling that dreadful heat creeping up from her base. It wouldn’t be long now. The sparks were already starting and she was starting to glow. The wire tried to prevent the inevitable, desperately trying to contain the power he knew would lead to her violent destruction, but all he could do was watch her burn as they swayed in the wind.
It was over within a few seconds. There was a sudden burst of colorful flames and everything was still. Even the wind had died down, leaving the remnants of the branch…his branch…sprawled across him, nothing more than a charred memory.
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You know Shweta’s going to great lengths not to do her paper when she writes a tragic OTP for a telephone wire and a tree branch.
I’m going to now creep out as discreetly as possible and try to write my paper. Or something.
Tumblr…did you just give me a fanfiction…about a stick falling on a power line?
And people wonder why I spend so much time with you.
When people ask me ‘what is tumblr?’ I am going to point to this post.
Oh Tumblr, I both love you and wonder what I’m doing with my life when I read crack like this. XD
the sound of dying tree spirits
I CRIED.
Shadow of the Colossus commission for Mike!
If YOU’D like to commission me, check out the info here~
You should commission Matt because he makes art that looks like stills from movies :O
oh my gooodddd
A MRA (Men’s Rights Activists) has made a startling case for exoticization, female subjugation, and eugenics: all men should marry brown women in countries where the government is more “man-friendly” (theocracies, places where abuse isn’t prohibited, pesky things like that) and slowly breed the terrible plague of Western White Women out of existence. The problem with white women?
“… not only are they (white women from Western countries) too strong for the men, they have the government behind them, thus making them stronger, and they have no morals.”
We’re super She-Hulks and our governments are just too darned nice to us! He posits that men should move to countries where the patriarchy is still a little more dominant and have babies there to “breed out” the White Lady temperament. Because I’m sure the sweet, submissive brown ladies in Mexico, Thailand, Turkey and Morocco are just lining up to marry a white misogynist who’s only there to breed with them.
Charming. Just charming. Tell me again why I should take MRAs seriously?
-Jess
ASSVENGERS ASSEMBLE
spider-butt, butthor, the incredible butt, and butt fury by me
butt widow, craptain assmerica, butteye, and iron butt by javi
hello i am eight
This is the first of a series about how male superhero costumes are affected by gender norms and sexual stereotypes. My hope is to build a larger cohesive narrative throughout the posts, but I’ll admit upfront that I don’t have a hard and fast outline. Come with me and see where it goes.
The standards of acceptability for superhero costumes have been changing of late. A great deal of discussion has revolved around female super-costumes. How skimpy is too skimpy? Is a skimpy costume even a problem, or is it really all about how the heroine is written and drawn? Should Power Girl have a cleavage window? Should Wonder Woman wear pants? While these valid and important conversations are happening, male costumes have been evolving too, with far less discussion.
Everyone hates the new Superman costume, and I have to agree. The unnecessary lines make it way too busy, and the lack of yellow in the belt throws off the color balance of the whole outfit. The most discussed change, though, is the loss of his traditional red shorts. Superman is far from the only hero to give up the trunks, however. Batman’s lost his too, as has Green Lantern. The younger DC heroes, like Superboy and Robin, had already evolved into trunks-free looks before the recent reboot. Marvel Comics has never been as dedicated to traditionally designed costumes, but those Marvel heroes who used to wear the trunks, like Cyclops and Wolverine, have also given them up in recent years. Even the Beast and the Thing can be seen in long pants these days.
