If you like 50 Shades of Grey you might also be interested in Robin Thicke’s ‘Blurred Lines' because they're essentially the same subject matter.

A startling lack of the understanding of consent and attraction.

Posted 9 hours ago1 note

djtrimal:

*watches Netflix

*looks at clock

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*watches Netflix

Posted 9 hours ago167,718 notes

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I made my vriska shirt finally

Posted 9 hours ago1 note

You don’t have to be good to be a hero.

You absolutely cannot tell me Vriska was evil. You cannot tell me Vriska didn’t suffer for her childhood. You can’t tell me she didn’t try to make amends for herself, or that she didn’t regret everything she did, or that she didn’t hate what she had to do in the dream bubbles.

Everything she’s done, she’s done to survive. To prevent her own end. The bubbles? She’s CONVINCED what she’s doing is helping her friends. She’s telling herself the alternates she meets aren’t people, doomed, unworthy. She’s telling herself that what she’s doing is the right thing for the people she cares about.

She killed hundreds of wrigglers in her youth to survive to the game and push her friends to their fullest so they’d survive.

She lead LE on a trek through the bubbles to fill a map to a treasure that she hopes will give them the advantage over him, so her friends, those who live, can survive and go on to the prize world.

You want to think she’s evil? go ahead. You’re not changing my mind. Vriska Serket is an anti-hero. She’s an amazing troll. Stop making her out to be a villain.

Posted 21 hours ago2 notes

I’m so excited for the next time I cosplay Vriska.

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Posted 23 hours ago133,878 notes

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Anonymous said:
you look fucking stupid in a dress, DUDE

dajo42:

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come closer one second

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little closer

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okay close enough

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i have a simple question: which of us is wearing a crown?

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that would be me.

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do you know what this crown means?

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it means i look fucking cute

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and you’re the human embodiment of a sore butt

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now as your fucking queen, i royally declare

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that i am beautiful and you are a listerine enema

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lolzman87:

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vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

Countdown: many different short stories all about the same thing, the count down to your souls mate

70

It’s been 70 years since I got my bracelet.

Our teachers told us to be happy, that this bracelet was a gift, a window to our own souls and desires.

Others shamed it, called it witchcraft and for those to be torn off and burnt to a crisp.

Many of us wondered where they came from anyways. One company said it was theres, while others say it was a work of God.

Me? I don’t care who or what it was that gave it to us, I just wanted it gone.

Mine expired years ago.

All of my friends always held parties for their findings of theirs, and they kept asking me when mine was. I never told them it said 0.

I grew old, tired, angry.

Everyone got to live such happy lives with the one they truly loved, but where was mine?

They always seemed to find them on their 22nd birthday as if all of those things were set to the same dates. Every birthday that passed for me I was left with coupled friends and happy smiles.

All I could do was pray and wait.

I passed by a bridge every day during my walks. It was a grand bridge built many, many years before I was born, but I’ve never tread it, fearing of what I would do.

But today was different.

Today was my 71st birthday.

No one really bothered to come though, for everyone else was celebrating their anniversaries. They don’t want a sad old man to ruin that for them.

So I decided, today was the day.

I climbed the steps, tears flowing as my breath shortened from the steep hills and stairs. I almost wanted to stop and turn around, but I kept getting pushed forward by something.

I finally reached the top, and looked down over the murky green water. I saw a post where their used to be call boxes for a suicide hotline, but everyone figured that no one would need them with everyone being so perfectly paired. So this was it, no more turns, no last calls.

This day was my last.

I looked at my wrists, and tore off my bracelet in a fit of rage. The thought of it disgusted me.

I trampled the blasted machine underfoot and smashed it to tiny pieces.

It was a reliving experience, liek somehow I finally felt done with all of my hangups.

I was ready to fall.

As I took my last step, I felt something grab my wrist.

An old hag pulled me over and scolded me for being so recklesss. She thought I was senile.

She looked at my wrist, where a pale white mark was all that was left of my band.

"Won’t your other half miss you? They must be worried sick!" she yelled.

"Blast those damn things anyways! I don’t have another half of me. Mine was broken from the start!" I screamed back.

"Yeah? Well that didn’t stop me!" She yelled again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, now more confused than anything.

She showed me her wrist and said, “Mine was broken too, ever since I got it, it’s been counting up! Like I already found them!”

Then I saw her number, -49y 0D 0M 0S

"Four years," he laughs, eyeing my bracelet before dancing away across the decorative rocks. "Man, you’re going to have to introduce me to them."

My best friend always has high hopes for me. In spite of the advent of these watches, in spite of HIS being inexplicably set to zero from the time we were given them, my friend has always held out hope his would be broken and someone would come stumbling into him with their watch just hitting zero, delighted by his presence in the world.

That memory rings in my head when I get the news. 

Dead.

My best friend?

A lie. That can’t be true.

He was going to meet someone. Someone was waiting for him. He was going to meet someone and fall in love and get married, two kids a house in the country with a yard and a picket fence… I still had a year… He wanted to meet my Other…

His sister gave me his watch with whispered apologies. Surely his parents would want it, but they assure me he’d want me to have it.

The year passes. I’ve hardly left my room. It’s dim all the time, my heart hurts. I don’t want to meet this person I’m meant to meet…

*♦♥*: So when’s your timer run out?

It’s a common question. You see it often enough on forums. Today’s the day you answer it…

You: One week.

Someone sends you an excited message in private. ‘You MUST. ABSOLUTELY MUST be on this chat when that timer runs out’

You don’t want to.

You don’t want to meet this person without sharing it with your friend but…

the week runs down.

Thirty minutes to go.

You open the chat, wring your hands, watch people log on.

Twenty five minutes pass where you watch people come and go, watch them chat with each other.

you send a private message to the person who insisted you come. “Why am I here… what am I waiting for”

"Don’t worry. You’ll see."

Three minutes.

Two minutes.

You’re thinking you’re going to pass your time on the internet without ever meeting your soul mate…

thirty seconds

fifteen

ten nine eight

You start crying. Soul mate bracelets are a rip off. His was broken. Yours is ABSOLUTELY—

Meme loving douche bag: I knew these damned things were a rip off. I just hit zero without ever meeting anyone because I have to be at home with my brother. What a fucking RIP

Right.

It was right.

you: me… too? I… Hi. I’m Todd

Meme loving douche bag: Mila

You: um… private convo? if you want?

You spend the next few years talking to her on private messages before you actually meet. Eyes homing in on each other across an airport.

You never thought you’d meet her without him with you… But here she is. Alive and real in your arms and your heart aches with the knowledge that he was never going to have this… and that he would be overjoyed with the knowledge that you met your Other.

It doesn’t hit you until years later that you were his as well as hers… and that he’d love her just as much as you do.

(Source: illness-and-instruments)

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terezi-pie-rope:

nottestella:

captainkade:

talkativevantas:

crowsing:

dask-kikira:

dask-kikira:

DAD EGBERT HAS A CANON NAME.
LOOK.
FUCKING LOOK.
A LETTER ADDRESSED TO MAPLE VALLEY WASHINGTON WITH ATTN: SERIOUS BUSINESS.
DAD HAS A CANON NAME.

DR. DAVID BRINNER.
FUCK

http://mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=002793

GUYS IM PUSHING THIS FUCKING SHIT. THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS MEANS JOHN IS ADOPTED THOUGH.

yeah

did
did you guys forget dad egbert literally picking up and taking in john after his meteor squashed nanna

the homestuck fandom forgetting the absolute basics of the comic as we continue the ninth month of the gigapause

that’s not necessarily dad egbert’s name. It’s not even the right address. Right city, wrong address. 

21605 Fir Dr,
Maple Valley, Washington

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sweetpulp:

whimsebox:

New installation by Pip & Pop in Kurashiki, Okayama: Through a Hole in the Mountain

magic

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Posted 2 days ago4,009 notes

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tulomnedraws:

Cecil’s tattoos can move ouo

Posted 2 days ago2,394 notes

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i don’t know if the best part of this post is the excruciating sexism or the metal gear solid in the corner

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Posted 2 days ago32,399 notes

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I feel pretty.

Posted 2 days ago4 notes

"They’ve confirmed there’s going to be a Hans in Once Upon a Time."

"I hope Emma kicks his ass."

Posted 2 days ago2 notes

The Banana Mob.

Lead by the banana mom. 

With her three minions.

Posted 3 days ago7 notes

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