I Felt The Need To Reblog This

A movie that starts out as one of those cheesy, badly written hallmark movie, like the exact usual type of movie, down to every detail, even the trailers are the exact same as the usual hallmark ones, but, for some reason, the movie is rated R and is edited in a strange way, until eventually(close to the end, specifically after the typical "city girl" main character has broken it off with her lawyer boyfriend/fiance that they always have for some reason, making it too late for her to escape) it's revealed(only revealed to the watcher, MC remains unaware) that the whole small, cozy, typical hallmark town is actually a extremely murderous and dangerous cult, and the movie ends with the usual engagement scene that most hallmark movies end, except a split second before the end credits, there's a scene of the main guy/love interest biting into an already dead MC before the words "a happy end" pop up on screen written in blood and then the credits roll with the typical hallmark music before slowly distorting and then just cutting to blood-curdiling screams of the MC.

headphones at full volume aren't enough i need mitski to stab me

A romantic comedy between a mob boss and a cop, where the two are married and constantly have to make it seem like they just barely failed to get the other, one day the cop accidentally actually hits the mob boss, they mutter a quick "Oh god, I'll never hear the end of this." The whole squad around them congratulates them for finally hitting them, as to them it's a small step towards catching them, but the MC is simply filled with dread for when they get home, once they finally get back they ask(trying to lighten the mood but failing miserably) their parter(the mob boss) how their day was, only to get a very angry voice yelling from their shared bedroom: "How was my day!? You f***king shot me! That's how my f***king day was!" The whole rest of the movie is just more stupid antics and cute domestic scenes between the two before ending with a scene in the future with their child visiting they're graves, cleaning them and replacing the flowers, the tombstones of the two graves(which are right next to each other) having both they're names and some sort of sarcastic and or joking statement, plus they're final words(obviously) before rolling credits with the song "Da ya think I'm sexy" by Rob Stewart.

I'm sorry but it's way too sketchy to have to "sign up" for a protest. There's no reason you should have to give anyone your full name, email, phone number, and/or address in order to march in the streets. People are getting arrested left and right because cops have access to information that connects people to the protests they were at. If an organization is having people "sign up to join the fight," all the cops need to do is access that list.

Just go. Don't leave a fucking paper trail.

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

I love this so much. Someone should make fanart of Bill getting a letter from dipper that just say "kys" in big red letters

Big fan of Dipper "if I ever see you again outside of my nightmares, there is no force in the universe that will stop me from putting you in the ground" Pines

Real

mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately

idk why but Thursday, 8pm and October feel the same.

DEI does not mean lower standards.

You are thinking of white privilege.

Some guy:"your bra strap is on show"

yeah, and? your trousers are sagging as if they may as well not be there. why the fuck would you want people to see everything? we don't want everything to be on display. why are you a man wearing your trousers halfway down your legs with other guys with you? whore.