Ive Had A God Complex Ever Since I Could Never Find My Name On Those Gift Shop Keychains

fantastic mr fox says something about fatherhood that’s batshit insane and I don’t think the movie actually knows it’s saying it. it just takes you by the shoulders and makes you look square in its eyes and goes “some men should never have been fathers. they are. and they love their children deeply. and they try so very hard. but that doesn’t mean they should have been fathers.” and then just gets up and leaves you with that like you’re meant to be okay afterward

Adding the idea of ‘investing’ in a post at low notes to see if it will later get big has left the tumblr economy in shambles

Oh, wait, so he's alive?!! Oh, okay then,uh... fine. we cool. Yeah, we cool

RICK FUCKING RIORDAN

HOW DARE YOU?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH IN THE LAST BOOK. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO FUCKING KILL SOMEBODY AGAIN!

Roy writing his first letter home: “Dear Aunt, I am in love. I’ve met master’s young daughter and only this week she held me at gunpoint, outsmarted me in chess and wiped the floor with my ass when i tried to help her with dinner. I’m gonna marry her”

My favorite hc for young Riza and Roy is that Riza is this feral country girl that hunts all her food, doesn’t have a ton of friends, and is very wary of her fathers new apprentice. Roy, on the other hand, is this dumb lil city boy who has been brought up with the number one rule in his household being Respect Women, and does not know how to approach this 12 year old with a gun who really doesn’t like him.

We have so many words for hate, let's create as many new words for love.

When I first came to this site it was for content and comfort and community I couldn't find in my own surroundings, and I love this place, it still calms me. But the bitter side of being here is that every day I learn more and more about violence happening in the world. I first learned about racism in here. I first learned about homophobia in here. And hate crimes, and ableism and transphobia and misogyny and the many ways religion is treated. And it had taught me much. I find out that I too had participated in such acts of hate. I became a better person and changed my ways of thinking but I still have a lot to grow. It saddens me that every act of violence and hate has its own definition for it, because it means that such thing happened so often people created a new word for it. It saddens me that more and more such word are created every day. And I wish it wouldn't have to be this way,  but I realise that people can't just give up on hate. But maybe one day we will. I hope that one day we will. But in the meantime, let's lay a foundation for it. Let's do for every act of violence and equal act of love and compassion and understanding and kindness. Let's do it again and again, that it would became its own phenomenon with its own definition.

We have so many words for hate, let's create as many new words for love.

if you’ve ever thought i’m standoffish, politely distant, or generally hard to befriend, know in your heart that i’m exactly the same in real life. my neighbours just showed up at my door drunk on Canada Day celebrations and told me how desperate they’ve been to meet me for the past few months and then tried to fix the water pump in my basement

80 Thoughts I Had Watching The “Game Of Thrones” Finale

*God trying to tie up all the loose ends for the final season of Earth*

i think that the time between caesar’s assassination and octavian naming himself princeps is objectively the funniest period of roman history. just nonstop drama.