Be careful what you wish for.

fandom-obsessed-things:

Dave I had no idea I’m so sorry

You never thought anyone would notice. Hell, you never thought it mattered.

It started small (doesn’t everything?), with an idle nick on the underside of your calf. Not the wrists, because that was too easy; that meant you were seeking attention, the internet said, and you weren’t, damnit. Attention was never your goal. This wasn’t some weird cry-for-help.

You just wanted the hole in your gut to feel a little less empty.

It grew from there, though. You found out why people preferred their arms: it hurt more. After a few weeks, you just started wearing long sleeves. Nobody ever questioned it. It was the beginning of fall. Why would anybody question it?

Hell, for them to question it, they’d have to notice you were there first.

Some days, you wished you weren’t. Some days, it didn’t seem worth it. You got up, you went to school, you fought your way through class, you ate lunch alone, you struggled with your homework, you came home. You locked the door behind you when you woke up, you unlocked it when you got off the bus.

On those days, the blade dug a little deeper.

You saw your Bro less and less, because he never checked your room, and you rarely left it. There were raps to write, and stories to get lost in. There were movies to watch. There was not a single fucking reason for you to interact with the outside world.

Every day was the same. You’d fit your key into the lock, the door would click open, and you’d call into an empty house. “Bro, you home?”

He never was. Work, he said.

Always work. Always something.

Until the day it wasn’t anymore.

Until one day you came home, and you barely got the word ‘home’ out of your lips before your brother was crushing your form against his chest, hugging you so tight you couldn’t breathe, whispering choked apologies into your ear, ragged promises that he’d be there for you, that he was always there for you, that he was so goddamn fucking sorry he’d ever let you feel like you were fighting against the world alone.

You think about denying it, about laughing it off.

He yanks up your sleeve, fingers playing over old scars, fresh wounds.

You break.

He’s there as you sink to the floor, his arms strong around you. He asks you what you need, his voice full of anxious concern, and you tell him this, just this, because all you’ve ever needed is someone to be there when you’re weak, to hold you when you can’t stand, to be your backup when the world is too much.

He asks you why you didn’t say anything, and you shrug helplessly. What was there to say?

“Anything,” he says. “Anything at all.”

You shake your head. “This,” you say, gesturing at your scars, “Was never a cry for help.”

“Yes it was,” he answers. “You just didn’t realize it.”

diablojobs:

maid-of—space:

ask-gallows-callibrator:

davestrider123:

the-rogue-0f-light:

conquerorwurm:

seifukucat:

can a ghost and a zombie come from the same person

Is this a comic? This should be a comic.

"no stupid, oh my god. no just… just turn… fuck. don’t wander over there, you’re gonna fall down the… aaand there he goes………….. moron.”

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amazing

Is that karkat

yes

armsbendback:

apinchofsanity:

Parentmor- Requested by 

Welcome to the Moran-Moriarty household where dinner consists of great deserts, and casual conversations about murder methods. 

Seriously, I didn’t know how much I wanted this. This is too perfect. 

impalasaurusrex:

captainamericass:

omfg so my little cousin (she’s 8) loves superheroes and we were in party city and she was browsing through the boys costumes because the girls side didn’t have the ones she wanted and then an employee tells her that she’s in the wrong side so she grabs a batman mask and says in the lowest voice possible for her age, “don’t question batman”

THIS GIRL IS MY ROLE MODEL

dave-and-karkat:

injuugakuen:

captainarlert:

Anime dads are the worst.

Because they’re either dead, not around, useless, or the villain. 

Or if your son is Eren Jaeger, maybe all four. 

Um excuse me, Haruhi’s dad from OHSHC is fabulous so don’t hate.

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haruhi’s dad is literally the best dad ever okay

codenamealice:

Spread this like wildfire.  

asksailorpluto:

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…She always had been a curious girl. 

gailsimone:

berenzero:

And people wonder why I love Wonder Woman so much.

Bingo.

bannannibal:

Domestic AUs are good but domestic AUs with dorky children are great

abbygubler:

itssexualhour:

My parents are both pastors and once I was fucking this one dude who’s dad was the pastor of the rival church and he whispered ‘talk biblical to me’ so i started reciting Psalms  23 and we ended up getting into a competition of who could recite the most bible versus before they cummed

the fuck kind of romeo and juliet is this 

Metalbending Meteor Rocks - Mother and Daughter

tonydinozzos:

i was just showing my mom how to paste something into her text message on her phone and i was like “double tap in the the text box” “the text box” “the text box” and she was just pointing to random places on her screen that weren’t the text box and all i could think of was

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What is 50 shades of grey about? And what's so bad about it?
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anigrrrl2:

aconissa:

50 Shades of Grey was originally fanfiction based on the Twilight series, which was then published as a novel (along with 2 subsequent books). It sold over 100 million copies around the world and topped best-seller lists everywhere. It’s about to be adapted into a film, set to come out early next year.

It follows a college student named Ana Steele, who enters a relationship with a man named Christian Grey and is then introduced to a bastardised and abusive parody of BDSM culture.

While the book is paraded as erotica, the relationship between Ana and Christian is far from healthy. The core mantra of the BDSM community is “safe, sane and consensual”, and 50 Shades is anything but. None of the rules of BDSM practices (which are put in place to protect those involved) are actually upheld. Christian is controlling, manipulative, abusive, takes complete advantage of Ana, ignores safe-words, ignores consent, keeps her uneducated about the sexual practices they’re taking part in, and a multitude of other terrible things. Their relationship is completely sickening and unhealthy.

Basically, “the book is a glaring glamorisation of violence against women,” as Amy Bonomi so perfectly put it. 

It’s terrible enough that a book like this has been absorbed by people worldwide. Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture.

Perfectly said. 

space-sass:

the-bookshelf-at-the-end:

When I say I want to read the book before seeing the movie, I don’t want brownie points or bragging rights. I want to be able to read the book with my imagined world and idea of the characters without the movie’s influence at least once. After you see the movie there’s always some part of it that sticks in your head for a long time and you lose the enjoyment of making it up yourself.

thank you so much for putting it into words

chakrabot:

sincerelymady:

There’s this girl at my school and she’s really nice and I remember sometime last year at one point she would carry a clicker around and click it everytime she had a happy thought/something good happened/she laughed etc.
It was always kind of cute how you’d just hear the little click every once in a while throughout class it always made me smile knowing that it was bc something made her feel happy idk

she was training herself to be happy oh my god