Latest Posts by marcilene-rose - Page 3

i rate fox emojis

a solid fox. good rendering. looks soft. 9/10

an adorable stylized boy!! i’d give him my wallet. 11/10

a simple boy, bold lines. but lacks personality. 6/10

she is adorable and well-groomed. i love her. 10/10

this thing ravished my trash can and stole my first born. 4/10

a tiny boy! hes shaped like a friend. 9.5/10

she is round and kind. i trust her. 10/10

a distinct style, though he too lacks any depth. 7/10

he is kind. but something behind is eyes is hiding something. 8/10

darkness consumes me. 0/10

wishing all of my muslim followers a beautiful and peaceful ramadan!

Vintage women being badass. You’re welcome.

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You know that John Mulaney quote, “the things crazy people say mean nothing to them, but everything to me”?

Now, every time I get on the school elevator, I think of that.  So for backstory, I sprained my ankle when I fell down the stairs about a month ago, this granted me access to the elevator in my school.  A couple of days ago I was waiting to get on the elevator to my fourth block class when a girl wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a messy bun, and socks and sandals approaches me.  In one hand, she held a McDonald's milkshake or frappe of some sort, and in the other, a paper plate with some folded over paper towels stacked on it.  “Hey, can I ride with you? I’m lazy.”  I smile and say “yeah, of course!” because we’ve all been there (and I don’t like confrontation.)

While we are waiting for the elevator she asks me, “Hey, do you like bacon?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want some?  I made it in foods.” She said, unfolding the paper towel.

Now, I have been told many times by my parents not to take candy from creepy old men in sketchy vans, but I have never been warned about not taking bacon from a teenage girl.  That thought and the fact that she was offering me free food made me say “yeah” and take the bacon.

The elevator door opens up and we get in.  The door closes and after a brief conversation about what floor we’re going to she says, “Hey, can I tell you something gross, but kind of cool?”

“Sure,” I said, now questioning my judgment and critical thinking skills.

The elevator had a little gap between the sidewall and the wall with the door and buttons, in this gap, is a bunch of nasty splatters of god knows what.  She points to one of the splatters and asks,” You know what that is?”

I shook my head.

“That's a loogie.  Do you know who made that?  I made that.  Freshmen year.  I’m a senior now.  Just shows you how much they clean this place.”

The elevator door opens.  “See ya.”  She gets out of the elevator, and I’m still standing there, frozen in shock and in utter disbelief at what had just happened, half a piece of bacon in my hand, which I was now hesitant to eat.  When she was bacon girl it was fine, but now shes loogie girl.  Anyway, I walk to my class, bacon in hand, as like, I dunno, proof that it happened, that I wasn’t dreaming.

I’m crying.  An almost 3-minute ad leading up to that ending.  What in the actual fuck.

Watching this to the end fucking obliterated me. You will not guess what company this commercial is for in a billion years. I promise.

Just reminding you all that this is the best scene in cinematic history.

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The Windsor Star, Ontario, November 1, 1958 

When someone asks you where you see yourself in 5 years and you’re like buddy .. im just trying to make it to Friday

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

Tonight I am watching Greece for the first time and decided to record my thoughts, it probably doesn’t make sense, I wrote this at 11pm on a Tuesday.

I looked at the plot, and it gives me almost Heathers vibes, but let's just hope Riverdale doesn’t fuck this one up as well.  Also teen beach movie vibes.

Holy shit the music is good.

(during Greased Lightning) I don’t know shit about cars but suddenly I’m into it.  I don't know how I feel about Danny’s hair.

Flame Car Scorpions

The 50s Aesthetic oh my god

“It was me, but it wasn’t me”  “Bitch wtf, Sandy ain’t taking yo shit, Danny”

*During Sports scene*  Tiny Shorts, also, shirtless men on the ground wrestling (Why can’t I go to this school)  Coach casually tries to sell track, then Danny proceeds to be an idiot and trip over a fucking hurdle

How is this movie rated G, teens are fucking and drinking?

“You can eat a lot, can’t you?” He says as she orders the EXACT SAME FUCKING THING THAT SHE DID, I wish my food would come that fast

“The kangaroo bop”

“Finish This!” lol splash bitch

“Your hair looks like an Easter Egg” Why is Easter egg head tripping?

*Beauty school Elvis encourages high school*

Okay, so I did this for an hour in the movie, but now I’m fucking tired.

Happy Pride Month to all of the wonderful Pansexual people out there! I hope that every single one of you knows just how beautiful you truly are! I wish you endless love, peace, happiness, and success!

Stop going until we figure it out

credit to @iamhomeless.iamgay on insta

Headcanon Accepted

hello, it’s ur friendly half latina here to remind u that in the lightning thief percy takes a taxi to east 104th and first for his apartment which is a corner in east harlem aka “spanish harlem/el barrio”, one of the largest latino communities in nyc (only 7.3% white) meaning it’s actually very likely that percy is latino :)))

me, reaching into my dresser drawer for black pants: I hope this isn’t the pair with big holes worn in the inner thighs

Marie Kondo, gently over my shoulder: why is a pair of pants you find unwearable still in your dresser drawer

me: oh shit that’s right!! The dresser is for clothes that under some circumstance I might conceivably wear!!

Marie Kondo, beaming proudly: Yes, that’s correct!! These pants must have been your favorites. How wonderful that they were so comfortable and practical that you wore them out. But now since they no longer function as pants, you should move them from the drawer where you keep your functioning pants!

me: Yes thanks I got it they’re in the fabric basket now

Marie Kondo, fading back into the darkness: I love what you’ve done with the kitchen!!

there’s literally nothing more lonely than being NB and bi, you’re never truly welcomed or accepted into the WLW or MLM communities, it’s so othering and it’s so obvious binary people don’t respect us, and nobody ever talks about it at all

“Never sit staring at a blank page or screen. If you find yourself stuck, write. Write about the scene you’re trying to write. Writing about is easier than writing, and chances are, it will give you your way in.”

—Laini Taylor

no one:

chris evans on set:

This game is fun and i cqnt stop playing

The second she was born I had to be a good mother, because otherwise she would turn into a serial killer, and no mother wants that for her child. After all, killing is my job.

“So let me get this straight, you hijacked this ship, killed over 600 people, became ruler of the alien race, and now you’re sitting here in space prison because someone framed you for a murder that you didn't commit?”

your hands, i want to hold them.