chouettechouette:

well i finished! (for now. i’m not entirely satisfied)

i was gonna wait till tomorrow, but hey why not post it now. i’ll reblog it or whatever. 


female singer in a band touches microphone

everyone: OMFG THEY SOUND LIKE PARAMORE!!!!

imbrony:

Smile! (:

DAMMIT.

It’s hard being strong.

To keep going sometimes.

And all you want to do is apologize or at least that’s what you think you should do.

But I mean what do you apologize for?

I want my mom back…

I miss Dean.

It’s been a year now and everything just hurts.

weisbrot:

“JJ Jungle” they are just so very cute. Kawaii jungle babys!

God I need to get out of this slump.

It’s just like…

like losing Jesse all over again.

Dammit.

rufiohussie:

mr-radical-mpreg:

purplefridge:

thatboringspanishguy:

gaignun:

molto-bene-on-my-pene:

onehalfprince:

geekingabout:

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON!



Everyone else can go home

oh my god.

Holy shit
This is the best cosplayer

kendyl i’m sorry if this crushes your dreams but

odsgo hksdfndsf *bows down*

we met her fuck yeah \m/

so many homestucks behind too, perfect.

I reiterate

mspandrew:

I’m not chewing out the fandom or any stray jackass who counterfeits a reblog. Random people out there are always gonna troll us and go to great lengths 4 the lulz. There’s nothing you can do about that. I really don’t care about the people who do it. It’s stupid, but whatever.

I’m much more irritated by the system that allows it.

Seriously, if I designed this site and didn’t take this issue into consideration after all this time, I would feel like such a fucking moron. There are certain standards for internet community software, many of which were established 15 fucking years ago. Like on a forum, if you edit a post, it says “this post was edited by…”

And yeah, you can say “well people should take responsibility and check their sources before believing stuff.” Ok, yes, you and I will do our due diligence on stuff, but the rest of humanity will not. Not understanding this is just not understanding people. You have to take this into account when designing your social media software that revolves almost exclusively around the act of reblogging other people’s shit.

So yeah, if I leave tumblr, it’s because of tumblr, not people.

Oh Tumblr…

…Hungry.

em-the-hunter:

askbenbraeden:

em-the-hunter:

“Shh, shh… It’s okay love… I’ve got you,” Em coos, tangling her hand into his hair and singing to him under her breath, in that little songbird voice of hers. “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.” She met his eyes then, wiping at his tears with her thumb. 

Ben closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath again, tears still leaking down his cheeks. He starts to sing after she’s done, words throaty and coming out in a rasp. “Deep in the meadow…under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft, green pillow- lay your head down, close your eyes, and when they open the sun will rise.”

Em smiles softly and closes her eyes, still holding him close, swaying. “I love you, Ben. So much.” Her voice comes out soft and delicate and she speaks against his neck, not wanting to let him go. “I’ve got you.” She takes it upon herself to kiss his cheeks, his eyelids… She’ll kiss the tears away herself, if she has to.

"I love you Emily Rose…" He hugs her even closer, starting to settle down. "I love you, I-I’m not ever going to let you go." He whispers, not able to trust his voice. "Don’t let go, s-sometimes I’m so…scared of losing myself, not of losing you."

…Hungry.

em-the-hunter:

“Shh, shh… It’s okay love… I’ve got you,” Em coos, tangling her hand into his hair and singing to him under her breath, in that little songbird voice of hers. “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.” She met his eyes then, wiping at his tears with her thumb. 

Ben closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath again, tears still leaking down his cheeks. He starts to sing after she’s done, words throaty and coming out in a rasp. "Deep in the meadow…under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft, green pillow- lay your head down, close your eyes, and when they open the sun will rise."

(Source: askbenbraeden)