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janetsneedlefelting:A needle felted Golden Retriever.  5 inches tall. Wool, acrylic fiber, plastic eyes and handmade polymer clay nose.  

Click, Cute, and Halloween: skumps-skumps-skumpsss: sixpenceee: Meet the Halloween mouse with a pumpkin. Link. This is so cute 😍

skumps-skumps-skumpsss: sixpenceee: Meet the Halloween mouse with a pumpkin. Link. This is so cute 😍

Alive, Apparently, and Ass: i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yal do it??? I have Arguments and 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?7 do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?2? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE 4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass d be dead the next day 5. i dont believe in this concept At All i mean i guess it's possible the way american houses are built but it's still a bit far fetched mo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an urbanizacion it was like Imao you can't sneak out in a house like that. first of all our windows are miami style of whatever, second of all there's only 1 functioning door (technically our house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on both sides so it was never used but in any case both were on the same side of the house), and the house is so small like you would hear someone opening and closing it, plus you just know at least 1 person on your street would be up and would spill that piping hot tea to your parents the next day so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that's always creaking and "settling" which, good news: is perfect for sneaking out because there's always weird noises anyway we're in the middle of the woods and there's always creepy fucking noises but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends? and I do literally mean through the woods, our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart enough to grab a flashlight, but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time and she was high as fuuuuuuuck so she's creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever then she steps on a frog because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our property isn't fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesn't know what the fuck just happened AT ALL I wake up to a series of frantic text messages dont tell momd and dad also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom's sewing needle because she "got restless and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em and get on top) so waking up to an "I just murdered text from her was actually kind of inevitable. siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've never seen that person before, and that night,I decided I was ride or die so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at east I'm smart enough to take a flashlight. sister had already texted me she was "onthe driveways" but again, that's a quarter mile finally I arrive at the scene of the crime sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaler Jabba the Hut she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart obviously a frog, a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn't even a fucking body just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not dead! still very much alive and full of peel! so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my also, I totally held my sister's hand with my Piss Hand as I led her back home because she 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep the journey came home Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder
Alive, Apparently, and Ass: starism i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual thing that teenagers Do starism this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yall do it??? I have Arguments and Questions 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?? do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE FUCK!! 4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass id be dead the next day 5. i dont believe in this concept At All so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that's always creaking and "settling" which, d news: is perfect for sneaking out because there's always weird noises anyway; bad news: we're in the middle of the woods and there's always creepy fucking noises but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends? cou and I do literally mean through the woods. our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart enough to grab a flashlight. but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to be picked up except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time and she was high as fuuuuuuuuuuck so she's creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever. really then she steps on a frog because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our property isn't fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesnt know what the fuck just happened AT ALL I wake up to a series of frantic text messages hlp he lp HEL dont' tell momd and dad jsut murdered somtheing also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my moms sewing needle because she "got restless" and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em on the ground and get on top) anyway so waking up to an "I just murdered something text from her was. actually kind of inevitable siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've never seen that person before, and that night, I decided I was ride or die so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at least I'm smart enough to take a flashlight sister had already texted me she was "onthe driveways" but again that's a quarter mile journey finally I arrive at the scene of the crime sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a Mess frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaller Jabba the Hut she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart. obviously a frog. a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed, because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn't even a fucking body just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not deadl still very much alive and full of pee!! so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my hand, escaping into the night also, I totally held my sisters hand with my Piss Hand as Iled her back home because she mia7437 this was a goddamned journey 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep reasons to not sneak out of the house
Beautiful, Chelsea, and Coldplay: 40+ of the SADDEST SON GS EVER Mainstream and otherwise 1."Hurt" , Johnny Cash ( Written by Nine inch nails.) 2. "Fall from grace", Future Islands 3. "How to disappear completely", Radioheac 4. "Fade to black", Metallica 5. Little sun", Blues pills 6. Everybody hurts", R.E.M 7. Strange fruits", Billy Holiday 8. "Hallelujah", Jeff Buckley (Written by Leonard Cohen) 9."Hero", Regina Spektor 10. Wish you were here", Pink Floyd 11. Polly come home", Robert Plant feat. Alison Krauss 12. "Don't panic", Coldplay 13. "Fade into you", Mazzy star 14. Flatlands", Chelsea Wolfe 15. "Gorecki", Lamb 16."Mother's little helper", Arno (Written by The Rolling stones) 17. The sparrow" , Mastodon 19. Time in A Bottle", Jim Croce 20. Troy", Sinead O'connor 21."Life less ordinary", The Bronx 22·"Suicide Note, Pt. 1",Pantera 23."Do you feel it?", Chaos chaos 24. Family portrait", Pink 25. "Albatross", Fleetwood Mac (Instrumental) 26."Then came the last days of May", Blue Öyster Cult 27."Marrow", YOB 28."1 Will Wait For You", Connie Francis 29."La vie en rose", Edith Piaf 30."The show must go on", Queen 31."Fjara", Solstafir 32. Over my shoulder", MIKA 33. Time", Hans Zimmer (Instrumenta) 34. "A simple mistake", Anathema 35."Changes", Charles Bradley ( Written by Black Sabbath) 36."I started a joke", Bee Gees 37."In the shade of the sun", Kapitan Korsakov 38. "Comforting sounds", Mew 39. Time flies", Vaya con Dios 40."Evil", Interpol 41. "Needle in the hay", Elliot Smith 42. "Cleanin' out my closet", Eminem 43. "Angels, The XX 44."Hutt 45. "The End", The Doors ( Apocalypse Now... That intro.) 46. "Jordan", Rival Sons 47."White Trash Beautiful", Everlast 48. Roads", Portishead 49. Black", Pearl Jam 50. The needle and the damage done", Neil Young erite mile", 16 Horsepower Who wants some feels?

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Bad, Dude, and Fucking: If you hate your body so much, why hot take T? Several reasons, actually.> First and foremost, am absolutely terrified of heedles. I can't get hear them without panicking Secondly, T does SO much to change the body. It has a ton of side effects that I dont particularly urant, for myself. 1 I just want some muscle and a strong jawline. Extra body hair, bad body odor, the chance I'd actually have a sex drive- anohumous-asexual.tumblr.com <p><a href="https://plebcomics.tumblr.com/post/174116709663/thespectacularspider-girl" class="tumblr_blog">plebcomics</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://thespectacularspider-girl.tumblr.com/post/174113326134/someoneintheshadow456-halcyonjester" class="tumblr_blog">thespectacularspider-girl</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://someoneintheshadow456.tumblr.com/post/174108615745/halcyonjester-the-defiant-pupil" class="tumblr_blog">someoneintheshadow456</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://halcyonjester.tumblr.com/post/174102330630/the-defiant-pupil-cabinet-dude-menalez" class="tumblr_blog">halcyonjester</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://the-defiant-pupil.tumblr.com/post/174085143688/cabinet-dude-menalez-cisdude" class="tumblr_blog">the-defiant-pupil</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://cabinet-dude.tumblr.com/post/174082724247/menalez-cisdude-anonymous-asexual-its" class="tumblr_blog">cabinet-dude</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://dyke.info.gf/post/174079387474/cisdude-anonymous-asexual-its-great-for" class="tumblr_blog">menalez</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://gender.cf/post/174078716741/anonymous-asexual-its-great-for-some-people" class="tumblr_blog">cisdude</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://anonymous-asexual.tumblr.com/post/170210139536/its-great-for-some-people-just-not-for-me-luna" class="tumblr_blog">anonymous-asexual</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>It’s great for some people, just not for me.</p> <p>©Luna Tiny</p> <p><b></b></p> <p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/anonymousartist"><b>[Patreon]</b></a></p> </blockquote> <p>“i just want more muscle and a stronger jawline”</p> <h2>peak cis</h2> </blockquote> <h1>if u just want muscle and a strong jawline, go to the fucking gym instead of pretending to be trans</h1> </blockquote> <p>^^</p> </blockquote> <p>I’m also pretty sure there’s no-needle treatments for HRT. It’s easier to just suck it up and use a needle, but there are other options out there.</p> </blockquote> <p>You dont get to pick what hrt does op. Sorry that the effects of t are “too gross” for you. Lots of guys that need hrt cant get it and its not for cosmetic reasons you dip</p> </blockquote> <p>There’s being scared of transitioning and there’s… THIS</p> </blockquote> <p>God, this comic is disgusting and is exactly why people take issue with tucutes.</p></blockquote> <p>Ah man here’s ol aquafresh lamenting how she wants to be taken seriously as a trans individual but without any of the baggage that comes along with transitioning</p><p><br/></p><p>This is the same chick who has a comic about being asexual but still enjoying/wanting sex</p></blockquote> <p>“I want to be a man except for the icky parts“</p>
Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher @Loudwindow Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid to steal its treasure chest. Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby mermaid within. Monster mermaid was using the treasure chest as a cradle. Pirates: <p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p> </blockquote> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p> <p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p> <p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p> <p>“i know.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p> <p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.</p> <p>“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p> <p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p> <p>she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.</p> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”</p> <p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p> <p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p> <p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p> <p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p> <p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p> <p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p> <p>x</p> <p>the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p> <p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p> <p>they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p> <p>she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.</p> <p>the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.</p> <p>x</p> <p>she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p> <p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p> <p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p> <p>the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. </p> <p>“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.</p> <p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p> <p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p> <p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p> <p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p> <p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.</p> <p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p> <p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p> <p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p> <p>“and now?”</p> <p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p> <p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Yooooo</p>

dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t...