lilaccatholic:

Oh to be eleven years old and finding a life-changing obscure paperback in the library

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iwilleatyourenglish:

i had a dream last night that my partner had an extremely detailed wikipedia page and through it i learned he had left me for the founder of Red Bull

guerrillatech:

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allthingswhumpyandangsty:

people getting mad at ao3 for rightfully being firmly against censorship and allowing dark fics that depict taboo subjects in explicit details to be on their platform is so funny to me because ao3 was created specifically to be a fuck you to capitalism and censorship. the point of ao3 is that it’s a place to host and archive any fanwork, which includes fanwork about taboo topics that are not allowed on other platforms like wattpad or fanfiction.net

the whole point of ao3 is that it’s a safe space for all fics, and that includes fics about taboo subjects

ao3 has always been firmly against censorship since the day it was created, that’s why it’s run by fans, for fans, on fans’ donations, why it’s a nonprofit organization, that’s also why it has no ads or algorithms or any of those capitalism bullshit

if you have a problem with that, go to fanfiction.net or wattpad. no one forces you to stay in the house made specifically for the (affectionate) freaks

inbabylontheywept:

inbabylontheywept:

my roommates car is named barff. it was originally bought from a dealership called garff, but then she tinkered with the g on the license plate thing so it looks like a b and now the car is just called barff.

my wife once asked our roomate where she was parked in a group chat. but she messed up the word “parked” and instead spelled it as “garked”. and then me and my roommate just started referring to parking as garking because its just really fun to give my wife shit. its just part of the professional little brother playbook.

but also, at some point it stopped being ironic and we just started calling parking garking.

then today me and my wife were looking out the window and we saw our roommate struggling to do a three point turn into a parking space. and as fun as it is to give my wife shit its also really fun to give our roommate shit. so we ran outside and we ran around her car while chanting GARK THE BARFF. GARK THE BARFF. GARK THE BARFF. and then she did, eventually, gark the barff. theres no moral to this its just a surreal part of my life that i really enjoy. maybe tease people more? find your barff and gark it and never ever stop?

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@thicketscratches you get it

hiveswap:

[Explaining something that changed my brain chemistry irrepairably] it sucks complete ass and you ahould never ever engage with it

argyraeus:

biglawbear:

thesepossessedbylight:

mariacallous:

The New Yorker Daily How Bad Is It?

The East Wing of the White House is being demolished to make room for the construction of President Trump’s proposed ballroom.

How normal is this sort of White House renovation?

“The White House wants you to believe this is totally normal, citing all the renovations, big and small, made by past Presidents. They are right that changes were made. But they are dead wrong about how this is being done. With the exception of F.D.R. secretly building a bunker under the East Wing during the Second World War, past renovations of this size were debated, funded by Congress, and done only after the need was manifest. None were rushed and done at the whim of a President.

— George E. Condon, Jr., the White House correspondent for National Journal and a past president of the White House Correspondents’ Association

Um. So one question, from a non-American who’s kind of out of the loop on this issue:

Who’s funding the renovation?

We don’t know! There’s no transparency about it! And he lied about the East Wing! It could be taxpayers! It could be shady donors! It could be using the cryptocurrency he’s been grifting! We don’t know! We don’t know! We’re in hell!!

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falconfate:

mockingborb:

vorrible:

yiffpunk:

scumfuckus:

tom-spanks:

remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp

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a slightly messy pen sketch on notepaper of a lofted bed with canopy curtains, one pulled to the side to reveal bedding, a pillow, and a stuffed toy of indeterminate species. A ladder is attached to the bed near the head. Below the lofted bed is a desk and chair; on the desk is a lava lamp. A beaded curtain is hung from the bed so that it surrounds the desk area, with part of it pulled aside to better see the chair. At the foot of the bed on the floor is a beanbag chair, and beside the bed on the floor is an oval rug.

Yeah, I’d have killed a man for this bedroom as a kid

depsidase:

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softbrah:

“online fandom bestie that you once shared intense intimacies with but don’t really talk to anymore simply bc we drifted into new blorbo obsessions” is such a specific type of relationship that has to be impossible to explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced it