@thestarsshineevenwhenhidden WDYM YOU RECEIVED?? ARE YOU OKAY??? YOU ARE LITERALLY SO NICE WTF (I Never

people.

what is wrong with them creatures.

why do you wannA RAPE US WE'RE MINDING OUR OWN BUSINESS LEAVE US ALONE GODDAMMIT

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

thanks for the tag!!

I couldn't register in case my parents found out I was on Tumblr 0_0

anygays, open tags <3

I found this cute dress up avatar site! Make yourself in irl and tag moots!<3

me:

tags: @aceofspades42 @sunmoonyandstars @sage-black-or-remus-lupin

@janeiscompletelyfine @drowninkystar @archiebaldo1414 @ultravioletbrit @astro-slut @daisy-the-wild-flower

pls work I need to pass my gcse's

You look out from where you're mopping in your house to see the hero run away from a falling piano that seemed to follow them wherever they ran. Even the evil lord looked rather taken aback.

You turn back inside. No one's going to suspect a goblin.

You are a lowly goblin with a mop that accidentally triggers a series of impossible rue goldberg interactions that ends with the demise of the fabled hero of light in the most anti-climatic way possible. Both the hero's party and the evil lord stand in shocked silence.

Violet: can I have some of your M&M's?

Xaden:

Xaden: There's one rule.

Violet: Xaden, could you do a small favour for me?

Xaden: I would kill for you but go on.

hello potato

tis me I hath returned

pls let me have zero detentions next week

You grin as the large crowd in front of you cheers your name. You calm them down and ask for anything you could help out with, and they respond by bringing out a large barrel of wine mixed with possum fur (or so it smelled).

"He's been stuck in there for days," the carrier pleads.

"Who?" You ask.

"Blocky."

"Terrible name," You frown. "But what's the thing stuck inside?"

The carrier took a moment to think and hesitantly said, "My firstborn, I think."

"Fair enough." You stare at the barrel. "Do you want the wine, or the child?"

"The wine, please."

You were an average mage when you fought a basilisk and were turned to stone. 1,000 years later, you awaken to find magic has decayed—and you are now a legendary archmage by today's standards.

"If I get another prophecy for a birthday gift, I'm reawakening Gaea"

~ Percy Jackson, probably (happy birthday darls, ly <333)

I HAVE NEVER SCREECHED LOUDER