iloe:

iloe:

do the spiderverse kids all have. slightly different meme cultures

miles: look I can fit my whole fist in my mouth

gwen: freaky flexing. but alright

miles:

miles, through his fist: I’m sorry what did you just say

(via briarin)

ilikedetectives:

Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey in a nutshell

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(via lady-tabris)

❝ "he/they" ok he it is. ❞
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a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

Okay!

“Oh, so you wanna use pronouns, asshole? Want me to respect your wittle pronouns? Oh, I’ll use your pronouns, buddy. Just you watch.” *respects my pronouns*

Fuckin’ owned, I guess, dude. Shit.

pure-leafs:

theshitneyspears:

2019 isnt going to be any different unless you actually put effort in to change it

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(Source: theshitneyspears, via novaerose)

papa-abel:

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In celebration of the love of my life - Jack Morrison being confirmed gay (and because I have way too many blank pins), I wanted to pop these up if anybody is interested.

$1.50 for one or $2 for any two variations
*colours may differ very slightly due to some wild technical issue

STORENVY HERE

attentiondeficitstarscream:

bugabooperboo:

u guys,,,,,, actually want to fuck monsters? like literally actually for real??? u see a huge terrifying monster and think big sexy??? u wanna scary ass bloodthirsty beast to fuck u??? a mothman???? a wearwoof??? VENOM????????????? these arent just memes??? not just jokes??????? u guys arent joking?????????

did people think we were fucking joking about this

(via corporalrivailleheichou-minika)

The Signs as G̡ͫ̆ͯ̏̑̽̇̃ͬͩ̇̌͌̈̀͜͠͞B̵̵͐̂͛ͮͭ̀̾ͤ̎̔̾̐͋ͪ͗̋̈́͠҉͡i̋ͨ́ͭ̔ͦ̈̀̊ͭͩ͂́̄ͫͩͧ̾͛͠͏́ö̵̷̈́̌ͤ͌͛̅̇̀͜r̅̓ͦ̅̈́͆̄ͪͭ̽̊̉̾͑̍̒ͪ̄͟͜ýͣ̃̔̈́͛̈̏̇̑̿ͬ͏l͒̈̊̇̑͐̍́͢͡friends:

normal-horoscopes:

Aries: Legs that split apart into magnetic clamps. Jet thrusters powered by the volatile smog. Brings you little gifts that they speared on their proboscis. 

Taurus: One of the nurses that tend to the body pits. Six scalpeled hands and three mouths, their songs comforting the discarded things that beg for death. Unable to speak, and has knives for hand, but always somehow very tender with you.

Gemini: Hydraulic equipment grafted to their skin now repurposed into blades and shields. Echoes of chivalry, service to lords and banners that have long since lost their meanings. Takes you on cute dates around the citadel. Courteous, and gentle with animals. 

Cancer: A student of the worm. Long hours spent experimenting over rune plates, attempting to rediscover some long lost secret. Could listen to you ramble for hours about the things you love. Excitedly shows you the things they found

Leo: A shaft diver, an explorer into the abandoned corpses of megacities. Doesn’t know how cute they are. Quiet, but you catch them staring at you with a bashful smile on the closet thing they have to a face.

Virgo: Sacrificed their lower body to staunch the flow of unholy life that flows from the furnaces. Lets you ride on their back. Great with kids.

Libra: Even among outcasts they are shunned. Meddling with forces others couldn’t even begin to comprehend, much less accept. Can be abrasive but always seems to calm down with you. Tender, and feels safe with you.

Scorpio: A lowly construction drone, now a loyal adherent to the new gods and  rewarded in kind. Dotes on you, always searching your body for wounds. Extremely protective of you, and cant stand to see you upset.

Ophiuchus: A distant descendant of the engines of calamity. Yet to earn their wings. Quiet and meditative. Sage advice. Seem wise beyond their years. Silence with them feels truly comfortable.

Sagittarius: Stolen away from their home and taken deep below. Exceedingly fragile with a touch worse than death. They wear gloves for you. They feel like a bit of a burden and feel so blessed to be with you.

Capricorn: A soldier, an assassin, a spy. Gossamer wings and a featureless white mask. An outer shell of augmented skin conceals hideous disfigured flesh. Snarky, great sense of humor. Loves to tease you. 

Aquarius: A formerly noble man, corrupted body and mind by parasites from the seething depths. Mad cackling in the night and dozens of twitching red eyes. Impulsive and adventurous, yet stable and caring. Competitive in the cutest possible way.

Pisces: Something that lives in the spaces between the signals, imprisoned in decommissioned channels, something that just wants to touch your beautiful face. Writes you completely incomprehensible love poems. 

plasmalogical:

missrhi95:

plasmalogical:

ixq:

plasmalogical:

self care is actually getting in fights with randoms in dark alleys

No self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes

Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting

if you touch my birthday cake ill make you eat your hands

(via lady-tabris)

crow–teeth:

today in class the professor said “it’s generally pretty hit or miss” and my entire body instantly tensed. my heart stopped. from across the room I heard a hushed “I guess they never miss huh” and I wanted to attack them like a rabid dog

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