Anonymous asked:
My dream date? Oh Maker…I suppose I don’t really know…Uh, At the tavern? I don’t really know. Every time I’ve ever tried Chief interrupted with his horrible puns.
Anonymous asked:
My dream date? Oh Maker…I suppose I don’t really know…Uh, At the tavern? I don’t really know. Every time I’ve ever tried Chief interrupted with his horrible puns.
thedragonslayerofiron asked:
Krem smirks, “You know they will Chief. And then we’ll have ta listen to their moaning and complaining all day tomorrow.” He looks over his shoulder at the barmaid that had been giving him eyes all night and chuckled, “Though a bit of fun never really hurt anyone.”
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”
We did it at school. The myth also says that the pairings could be male/female, male/male or female/female (just sayin’)
Just to let ya’ll know the greeks and romans thought gays were normal. I mean have you seen their paintings?
Also the inspiration for Hedwig’s Origin of Love.

I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
Mr. Disney


Bless this man for enriching my childhood.
People who don’t reblog this
DISHONOR
DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY
DISHONOR ON YOU
DISHONOR ON YOUR COW
THE FACT THAT ITS IN COLOR AS WELL OH MY GOD MY HEART
Hello, Mr. Disney.
DISHONOR ON YOUR COW
We all love this man we’ve never even met
he’s my hero
On July 5, 2011 a group of six Fullerton officers took part in the beating of Kelly Thomas, a 37-year-old mentally ill homeless man, at the downtown Fullerton bus station parking lot. He died five days later, never regaining consciousness.
It’s been 4 years since Thomas was mudered, and even though there’s 100+ witnesses plus a surveillance camera captured him (WARNING: Very graphic and difficult to watch) screaming for his father & begging for air as the police kneed him, jolted him with an electric stun gun and used the blunt end to strike him around the face and head, Jurors still couldn’t find enough evidence to charge the officers.
The 33-minute video starts with Thomas being approached by Fullerton Police Department Officer Manuel Ramos, who engages him in conversation. By minute 15, Ramos has already donned latex gloves.
“You see my fists?” Ramos asks Thomas. “They’re getting ready to fuck you up.”
When Thomas stands up to walk away, a second police officer hits him repeatedly with a baton. The first few minutes of the altercation are off-screen, but the audio shows Thomas verbally giving up. He continuously shouts, asking for help and at one point crying out for his father.
“I’m sorry, dude! I’m sorry,” Thomas said. But the blows continue.“I can’t breathe dude, I can’t breathe!” protests Thomas. “Please, I can’t breathe!“ At minute 20, Thomas cries out to his father, who isn’t there: “Dad! Dad! Dad! Help me, help me Dad!”
District Attorney Tony Rackauckas leveled charges against three of the officers. Manual Ramos was charged with murder and manslaughter and Jay Cicinelli with manslaughter. But in January 2014, an Orange County jury acquitted both Ramos and Cicinelli of all charges. Charges against a third officer were dropped after the acquittals.
This is so sad
This can’t be ignored. These pigs must be stopped.
This case still upsets me so much. The LAPD are such scum. If you can stomach to watch the video its heart breaking.
WELP
message

you can hear people deliberately “not see” this on their dash.
“How to be an ally 101”
That gif though lol
DELETE THIS POST
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
*clicks play in morbid curiosity*
*hammers reblog button*
Who did this
Being honest here. *nervously*
I hate how many notes this has…and that I’m reblogging it..
Too many notes…way too many
uh…
Sadly, yes…
All of these. For a while these were the only modes I had.
…a fair amount of the time.
I feel bad because I’ve done all of theses apart from one
Don’t feel bad. Whatever has happened, you survived and you’re still here.
Hey, this post may contain sexually explicit content, so we’ve hidden it from public view.
I didn’t notice it till now but when watching the show again, it’s kinda obvious. Let’s start with Ed.
Ed’s abuse seems to be more emotional abuse. His parents spoil his sister Sarah, while Ed lives in the basement. They also seem to take Sarah’s side more often. These can be signs of parental favoritism. I mean, look at Ed’s room.

now look at sarah’s:

Sarah’s room is much larger, cleaner and more comfortable than Ed’s. Sure, Ed’s a messy guy but you’d think a good parent would start showing SOME concern when their child’s room is as bad as Ed’s.
Now to Double D. His abuse is more about neglect and lack of affection from his parents. Not only are his parents never home but they communicate through sticky notes they leave around the house. and what are on those notes?

Chores. Double D’s parents seem to treat him more like a maid that cleans the place while they’re away most of the time, instead of their son.
and finally, Eddy. His is the most obvious.
While not a parent, Eddy has been shown to be physically and verbally abused by his older brother. This was revealed in the series finale.

I can’t believe I actually missed this until now.
This also shows another difference between them and the rest of the kids in the cul-de-sac.
Jimmy’s parent’s don’t seem to mind that their son has more feminine interests, buying him things like an easy bake oven and letting him have a feminine room and stuffed animals. Kevin’s dad constantly showers him in gifts. Nazz lives a carefree and happy life. Johnny’s parents seem to be tree-huggers(they have arbor day parties and bring nature inside as a christmas tradition) and don’t find it strange that their son talks to inanimate objects and Rolf has a close, very large and traditional family.
These are kids that most likely wouldn’t understand what the eds go through. That could be another reason why the eds are outcasts in the show.
holy SHIT
This is a serious thing. Im curious how many people over the course of year(s) kept the same tumblr handle. A ton of the people I follow have changed their over time.
As far as I know Im one of the few who havent. Few being relative as there are millions of tumblr users. But yeah.
Social experiment.
If youve NEVER changed your URL Click Here
World War Something, A. Tamboly
I….. I….. ….. I AM ALIVE FOR THIS
I think I’ve already reblogged this. Opps.
HNGHNHGNHNGHNGHNGHNGHN
Very sharp-looking ladies.
so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.
Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.
You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.
Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.