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This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.

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IF YOU HIT “X+C” IT SHUTS OFF EVERY GIF ON YOUR DASH

EVERY SINGLE ONE TURNS TO A LITTLE GREY BOX WITH A LOCK

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

fintan

you agree.

Also feel free to tell me who you THINK you're voting for

God me and some friends are talking abt being dense af rn and i just remembered this one time i was shopping w my dad and i wanted to get rainbow shoelaces at the dr martins shop. And there was this punk girl, dyed hair face piercings rlly cute, behind the counter and like prince charming putting the shoe on cinderellas foot she offered to lace my gay shoelaces into my dr martins and i let her. “Wow what good customer service!”. And then in the car my DAD had to tell me that she was flirting with me a major L to gay people over the world

Hello, I would be grateful if you could help me and my children to save our lives from this war and the danger of death. We lost my husband in this damned war and no one is helping me. Please help me by donating and participating so that we can escape out of Gaza to safety.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-kifah-and-her-children-in-gaza-crisis

if you can’t donate reblog and share

One thing about the Euros is that the English still haven’t quite adjusted to the Queen dying so during the national anthem they keep singing “God Save The Quing” like there’s a non-binary monarch on the throne.

This is the handwash station.

Your hands are now clean of any reblog bait you didn't engage with, any compulsions you didn't obey, or any other intrusive thoughts or mental spiraling.

Have you ever seen a poster and thought.

Wait what.

I just did so i googled

Huh. That seems.... not that far? What about...

Okay. Okay that's... still.... but maybe I'm seeing distances wrong let's try what the poster said

.....

Huh. That's. I'm. Wait what is...

Okay so the international space station is roughly 10 times closer to me than the west coast is that's fine this is fine I'm fine what

every year the ao3 stats come out and every year people insist that the lack of women isn’t misogyny but because ‘most fic writers are female and therefore enjoy writing about men more’ and every year they don’t seem to understand that they themselves have just described a version of misogyny

ANOTHER Israeli pro-rape protest. What the fuck.

Saw the latest season 2 trailer for Arcane and had a vision

Copper mares (Stinex) to me

they wouldn’t get together until they’re young adults, they both have a lot pf growing a maturing to do

Stina is a head taller than Dex not because hes short, shes just that tall

Dex fell first and was head over heels, he realized she didn’t like him back but didn’t care. he would press her buttons just to get her attention. so she would get into his face or make him back into a corner. because hes an angler fish with an intense step on me complex

and he loved her attention, he loved being close enough to count her eyelashes, and if pressing her buttons was the only way to do that, then he would press her buttons every chance he got.

he discovered an easy way to make her blush was to call her darling and he did it whenever he got the chance, it caught her off guard, her retaliation was to call him Dexter which made him jump just as much as it would make him blush

it went on for months their squabbling that sounded more and more like flirting the more time went on

then Stina fell so hard she tripped over her emotions leaving a hole in the floor loony toons style, sitting at the bottom crying with her feelings because how dare she fall in love with him

how dare she fall in love with that stupid boy and his stupid hair, with those stupid freckles that formed constellations on his face, and his periwinkle eyes with dark blue flecks that she could get lost in for hours- oh no she was staring again

Stina didn’t think she deserved to be loved especially by him, not after how she treated him all those years, no she deserved to be miserable, she deserved to be hated, why would he ever love her

so she confessed to him in french during their arguments making it sound like she was insulting him, he thought she was, called a coward for insulting him in languages he didn’t understand, he was half right she was a coward.

Dex would fight back angry he had to love the girl (who he thought) hated him back

when they’re not fighting Dex is over on the other side of the room, staring at her thinking how beautiful she is, and how much he wants to kiss her. he forgives her because she’s grown as a person he knows she capable of being more than that mean girl from foxfire. shes passionate, and loves her friends, loves her parents.

he can see how soft she is underneath the shell she uses to protect herself from a world that hates her for things she can’t control, the same world that hates him for the same things.

she starts to get softer around him without meaning too, going from making fun of him for how he tied his cape to pushing Biana out of the way to fix it herself. she just wanted to be close to him, without the bickering without the fighting, even if it was only long enough to adjust his cape, or his pins.

Dex started intentionally putting his cape on out of place, and pins on crooked, just so she would adjust his pins for him, as she stood over him and schooled him for putting his pins and cape on wrong he would find his gaze linger oh the crinkle between her eyebrows, the curved tip of her eyebrows, the way she bit her lips when she was focusing, the way her lipgloss sparkled in the chandelier light.

once Stina caught him staring at her lips, he had been distracted, thinking of what it would be like to kiss her, he had never seen turn so red, she was probably redder than he was, she tried to find a insult but stumbled over her words before rushing away. every time he looked at her during the Gala that team Valiant was forced to go to she would look at the floor. it made him wondering if she was staring at her to

Stina seemed to be trying to insult him more during their next team Valiant meeting, but none of her insults had as much heart as usual, it was like she was trying to prove a point she didn’t believe in. she kept muttering things in french and Sophie was staring at her wide eyed. Dex couldn’t tell if it was because Stina was saying some nasty insults or was saying something different. he hoped the second guess was right, or she would at least stand over him again while she insulted him.

Stina couldn’t handle the thought of Dex liking her. why was he looking at her lips like that? he couldn’t like her, he had to have been hit in the head, or used himself as a test subject for some new exiler. he would have to be sick in the head to love her of all people. she didn’t deserve it, why would he love her.

but Dex was persistent, she could have sworn he was trying to make her flustered in their fights (he was), she did her best to ignore it (she was horrible at it)

when they where in the middle of the neutral territories on a mission for the black swan, they where attacked by some leftover members of the neverseen, Stina was horrible in fights, she acted tough but when her life was on the line all she wanted to do was cry. that was until she saw a black cloaked figure sneak up behind Dex with a massive dagger when he was riffing through his bag for another bomb

without thinking she tackled the figure getting the knife plunged deep into her sidem it bruned the throgh her veins, as she passed out she swore there was something on the knife to make it hurt more, to make it hard to move, before the neverseen member could strangle her, Dex stuck a melder into their head, making then crumble to the ground ticking.

Stina had never seen him act like that, she had never seen him so angry, except for maybe when some kids beat up Rex at foxfire, the worried look in his periwinkle eye made the butterflies in her stomach do a dance. but it just had to be because she was bleeding, blood was terrifiying on anyone, it had nothing to do with the fact that it was her.

Stina had to get stitches because of something that the knife was coated in kept the wound from healing with ant amount of Exilers, even when Dex made special doeses just for her, he would have done that for anyone though it wasn’t because it was her.

he looked at her differently afterwards, she was trying and failing to convince herself it was just because it was because she got stabbed on his behalf. Dex was constantly trying to sit next to her, even glaring down anyone who took the last seat available next to her, she waited for his appreciation for saving his life to wear off but it just seemed to get worse

and the way he looked at her made her like she hung the stars in the sky just for him to see made her stupid brain wonder otherwise, maybe, just maybe, he loved her back.

@doodle-do-wop i promised to tag you when i was done

Sophie should flash her eyes red and creepy to scare people sometimes i think

15!fem soukoku

( dazai - chuuya )

Just dumped the rest of these doodles on Instagram so I might as well share them here too!

These are so loose and I want to tighten them up but I’m tired

some floyds

sorry everyone the madness continues, with no foreseeable end in sight.

its okay floyd i'll draw ur humansona with his tits out i'm not afraid.

[After coming home from his date with Poppy]

Branch: Poppy kissed me!

John Dory: No way!

Floyd: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!

Branch: It was unbelievable...

Floyd: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!

John Dory: Okay, alright, we wanna hear everything! Bruce, unplug the phone. Branch, does this end well or is Floyd going to need tissues?

Branch: Oh it ended very well.

Clay: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!!

Bruce: Alright, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips or was it like a "I gotta have you now" kinda thing?

Branch: Well, at first it was really intense and then... we just sorta sunk into it...

Floyd: So were you holding her or were her hands like on your back?

Branch: No, actually first she pulled me close to her by grabbing my vest... and then I moved my hands up to hold hers...

Brozone: Awww...

[cut to Poppy eating cupcakes with Viva]

Poppy: And then I kissed him.

Viva: Tongue?

Poppy: Yeah.

Viva: Cool.

emo ass

theyre so theater kid coded

i just know these kids would put on a mean production of grease if they werent so focused on terrorizing the student body

every time

British Beef Sencen

Tiny Vox. :3

Keefe: Foster has no survival or self-preservation instincts, Forkster. I think you forgot to tweak them into her genes. Mr. Forkle: That can't be true-- Keefe: Watch this. Keefe: Yo, foster, race you downstairs! Sophie: *jumps out of second-story window*