Michelle made me a badass magic card box
If male warriors in video games were dressed like female warriors.
WHAT SHOW/DESIGNER IS THIS I AM DYING
I UNDERSTAND NEITHER THE GIANT
DILDOCODPIECE NOR ITS FUNCTION
You don’t have to understand it to find it amazing.
The not understanding is the point
I think the giant codpiece is supposed to be a stand in for the vulva-encasing armor women wear in video games. Not only is it a hideous exaggeration of what sex organs actually look like, this is helpful in battle how exactly?
I dont fucking care what it means I’m turned on by it
ALRIGHT FRIENDS, SO IN ACCORDANCE WITH THIS HERE POST, I’VE DECIDED TO CHANGE THE STATUS AND CONTENTS OF MY GIVEAWAY IN ORDER TO SUIT MY FINANCIAL SITUATION. I’VE BEEN FIGHTING PRETTY HARD TO GET MORE HOURS AND HOPEFULLY EITHER A NEW AND BETTER JOB COMES MY WAY, OR MY WORK STOPS FUCKING WITH ME, IN THE MEANTIME, LET’S GET TO WHAT YOU CAN WIN AND HOW.
So now I have a question for everyone who’s reading this with breathless anticipation. I want you to think long and hard about this series of questions and then I want you to scream the answer as loudly as you can in my inbox. I dare you. I double-dog dare you.
DO YOU LOVE FREE! IWATOBI SWIM CLUB TO THE POINT YOU’D SCREAM THE BOY’S NAMES UNTIL YOUR VOICE WAS HOARSE? DO YOU LOVE SHINGEKI NO KYOUJIN SO MUCH YOU’D STREAK NAKED DOWN THE STREET IN THE HOPES THAT SENPAI WILL NOTICE YOU?
BECAUSE I’VE GOT SOME NEWS FOR YOU CUTIE PIES. I LOVE MY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY FRIENDS, AND SINCE I CAN MANAGE THIS WITHIN MY BUDGET, I’M GOING TO BUY YOU ADORABLE LITTLE BASTARDS SOME FREE! AND SNK MERCHANDISE, SO LISTEN UP.
What you can win:
- Your choice of a Survey Corps Hoodie and a Survey Corps Cosplay Cape
- Your Choice of a an Iwatobi Swim Club Jacket and a customized shirt with either Makoto, Rin, Haru, Nagisa, or Rei’s names on it
- OR YOU CAN MIX AND MATCH THE TWO
- EITHER WAY
- YOU WIN
- TWO FRICKEN PRIZES THAT’S EXCITING RIGHT???
The rules are going to pretty dang simple, I don’t like complicated things. Who likes complicated things man??? Not this antique radio nuh uh.
- Reblog/like as many times as you want, just be mindful of spamming your followers!
- The winner will be chosen through a number randomiser
- I WILL SHIP INTERNATIONALLY AND PAY FOR INTERNATIONAL SHIPPING COSTS
- You aren’t required to follow me, but it does strengthen your chances of winning
- Please, no giveaway exclusive blogs, I will be checking
- The giveaway will end on the 10th of December
- You must be willing to give out your address
- Please have your inbox open as I will be unable to tell you if you’ve won or not otherwise. If you do not respond within 24 hours another winner will be chosen
In addition, this precious babu here has agreed to assist me in buying the stuff off of Amazon since they don’t accept paypal, so if you chose any of the Free! stuff, you’ll be receiving a receipt and proof of purchase from both of us.
Other than that, I’d just like to say thanks again for everyone sticking around this long with me and making my Tumblr experience very pleasant! ヽ(；▽；)ノ Thank you so much and good luck to you all!
i dedicate this post to everyone that has talked to me longer than an hour
This is why he wanted to kick your butt Spongebob
He never forgave. He never forgot.
let me just park my fucking squid
photo by Stef Waitz
Levi by Kotojama-san
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
ZOMBIE AU ZOMBIE AU ZOMBIE AU
I want…to poop here.
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.