I Feel Like As A Fandom We Don’t Appreciate The Darker Side To Adrien’s Character Enough. Like, This

Okay so I’m watching The Good Place for like the 5th time and now I can’t stop picturing Katsuki as Eleanor? And I really wanna write a fic about it but have no motivation soo… sucks to be me I guess

THISSS!!!!!!!!!!

Okay I've seen people mention that Edwin's human costume is always female, but I havent seen anybody mention that Charles is the one who picks their costumes, like, that's fanfiction levels of repression, why do you want your best mate to be a woman, Charles?

"YOU'LL BE BACK" Gravity Falls Animatic!

He’s blonde?!?! Was I the only one that thought he was ginger? Cuz I’ve been thinking he was ginger for years.

Plot twist: Ed Sheeran has been Sir Leon this entire time

I’m 100,000 words into a fic that I was SURE was a slash fic only to check the tags again and find it’s a gen 😭😭😭😭

But I’m too far in now to stop so I’m gonna have to go with it.

I just want to say that if you're sick of seeing posts related to the genocide on your timeline, think of how tired the Palestinians are of losing their homes and loved ones. "Tired" is a massive understatement, really.

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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”

the flour massacre

these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood

evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing

I dreamed the Pope announced a new deadly sin called 'sluttony' and everybody was really excited to try it.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Why is season 2 Will so sexy?