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#it's been going on for years
lore-gore · 5 months
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Me with Alastor
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anormalkidingotham · 8 months
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one of my best friends keeps trying to get adopted by bruce wayne because she thinks it might be kind of fun to have a super rich dad. she has two different parents that she gets along with the normal amount and she said that she would still keep them as her parents so i don't really know how any of that would work
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snowfianna · 1 year
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I'd like everyone to pray for those on Instagram in my close friends, because they get walls of text or me losing it going over the SAME guy for years and years...
This man has tackled and headlocked my brain and there's no way to break free.
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onuen · 3 months
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Ok this might sound dumb, given that I've been on this platform for well over a decade but there's something I can't figure out and maybe one of you will know the answer to this : Is there any way to stop that fucking Tumbex website from scrubbing and duplicating every single post on our blogs as soon as we post them on tumblr? You see, in my particular case, the only thing I managed to find for my entire blog to stop appearing on tumbex was to toggle "Discourage searching of your blog" in the Tumblr visibility options. BUT (because of course there's a but) doing that makes me unable to open my blog outside of my dashboard AND renders me unable to access my blog's archive (because of course it does). I don't know how to keep access to my archive and keep that fucking tumbex from duplicating my entire blog. Does anyone have a solution for this? Tumblr's help center never managed to help me with this, it was like talking to a wall, none of their answers even ever mentionned back Tumbex by name or my issue about having my blog duplicated without my consent.
Years ago I tried to write to tumbex so-called "help center" to have them stop and it never fucking worked. Given that tumbex seems completely plague-ridden by malwares and likely present security threats, I'd rather not have to deal with them ever again but I also want them to stop scrubbing my content without my consent. *sigh*
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deardiary17 · 2 years
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Do you make stories/posts with funny pictures of your friends on their birthday, or are you normal? In our generation, people always post funny/awkward photos of their friends and then add stickers, writings and congratulations on social media. I wonder if other people do that.
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lalottycupcake · 1 year
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I need a little insight, is this a type of sleep paralysis?
I want to get up, because my brain thinks I'm awake (so I AM aware of myself) and so it gives my body the order to get up, and it FEELS like I do, but then I realize I still in fact am asleep and haven’t moved at all
the hardest part is gathering the willpower to 'open' my eyes (I don’t, physically)
these 'dreams' repeat themselves, usually 5-10 times
it feels like that stage between dream and awake, when you are too sleepy to get out of bed
and I can't move - that moment when I realise that I in fact have NOT gotten up, because I’m still asleep (not-asleep? antiawake?) is so exasperating, I feel like a failure, and each time the desperation and fright grows
it's so hard to break through to the waking world
Can someone please answer?
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aesthetic-uni · 3 months
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It’s that time of the year again
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catmask · 11 months
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its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
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uncanny-tranny · 4 months
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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roppiepop · 4 months
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Who’s coming to the cookout?
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eliounora · 5 months
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I wanna push you around
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inkskinned · 10 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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malinaa · 6 months
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you#think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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dykealloy · 5 months
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what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc
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jay-wasstuff · 7 months
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Mike: is struggling financially and mentally
Vanessa: *throws his prescription medicine*
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Edit: it's not just about whether Mike needed the drugs (which he didn't, i understand), it's about the fact SHE LITTERED and most likely polluted the river too.
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krysmcscience · 16 days
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Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)
I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c
Part Two:
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Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D
Aaaand Part Three:
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'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...
Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]
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