do the windy thing
8isexual8itch:

datunofficialdisneyprincess:

theincredibleelastigirl:

the-man-and-the-mouse:

even the princesses fangirl over peter
except aurora 
that bitch be faithful

look at phillip though

can you blame her?

Goddamn.Phillip could get the business.

So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.

8isexual8itch:

datunofficialdisneyprincess:

theincredibleelastigirl:

the-man-and-the-mouse:

even the princesses fangirl over peter

except aurora 

that bitch be faithful

look at phillip though

can you blame her?

Goddamn.
Phillip could get the business.

So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.

(via glub-bubble-fefeta)

flyawaymax:

flyawaymax:

i keep thinking of karkat scream-singing fall out boy in the shower but then the lyrics getting too real for him and he’s sobbing down the tile wall and staying in so long he gets pruny and puffy and then he gets out and dave asks if he was crying because he can’t sing or what

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(via moderatelyhuman)

beep-beep-fucking-meow:

He sighs out his latest drag, and proceeds to tell you that the thing eating at him most shouldn’t be eating at him at all, because it really wasn’t a big deal, and you shrug. ”Doesn’t matter.  If it’s eating you, it’s eating you, you know?  No matter how big or small the issue is.”

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After a deep breath, he continues and tells you what the thing was.  You’re honestly surprised— you don’t know what you had been expecting, but that had definitely not been it.  Processing what he’d just said as he covers his eyes, you stare forward with the cigarette dwindling between your fingers.  ”What is it about this that has you upset?”  Thinking it over yourself, he was right.  It had been a year now since the beginning of this mess, since he developed his feelings and you developed yours, since they were confessed and heartfelt kisses were shared for the first time.  ”…You’re right,”  You reluctantly acknowledge, “It caused us problems then, and it’s causing us problems now.  It’s been a year and we’re still in the same situation.”

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>you tell karkat about how you probably shouldn’t be worried at all or anything, or how it shouldn’t be eating at you but is anyways, and he shrugs it off, saying that it doesn’t matter how big or small it is, because it’s eating you. you shrug.

i guess…

>after you take a deep breath, you proceed to explain to him, and he seems surprised. when you finish explaining, he questions you as to why it has you upset, or what about it does. you rub out the butt of the cigarette, finished with one for now. a short smoke with long drags. if you were gonna be talking, and you had a feeling it was going to be a bit, you might as well stop there. if you wanted one again later, all you had to do was pull out the pack. you can sort of feel the same emotions you’d been feeling recently, well, kind of bubble up, as you think about it. you being to explain a slight shake to your voice. 

i don’t know? i guess how i’m conflicted about everything — have been, and still am. how it’s causing issues, and has been for a year. how i’m just… i’m hurting you and i’m hurting dave — or how i will end up doing so.

>you laugh sadly.

i’m so weak, god. i hadn’t even told him when i said i would back a few months ago, when he still had all his memory in tact.

>you rub your eyes, trying to keep them dry and prevent yourself from crying. you don’t know how well it’ll work, because the odds of it working were kind of iffy sometimes, but you were just trying so hard not to cry again. you feel like you cry too much, and feel that it bugs other people. then  karkat talks about how you were right in the issues thing, and he reluctantly agrees with you on that. you sigh and look down.

there’s just so many issues that have been caused or are still happening because of this, and i just. i feel like an idiot, karkat, and i feel like no one should trust me. i’m untrustworthy, especially since this isn’t even the first time this has happened. i don’t understand how you trust me or put up with me, or what you see in me.

faypants:

Three photos taken in the same place, different times of the year.

(via egberts)

beep-beep-fucking-meow:

"It wasn’t exactly a hard association to make," Especially considering you were also a stress smoker, you mentally add, "And of course I do. Two years with you has made me an expert in the field of Egbertology."  You expect that’ll get a laugh out of him, at least. A tiny reprieve from the rest of the shit weighing on his mind. He scratches the back of his head and explains to you some of the things that had been eating him— Dave’s accident, times when his recovery seemed slow or his chances bleak, old memories and the usual nightmares. None of these reasons surprise you, but when he says there’s one other thing eating him moreso at the moment than everything else, you quirk a brow as you slowly breathe out your latest drag. "Yeah? Feel like telling me what that might be?"

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heh, i guess not, huh. 

>he then proceeds to add that of course he does, because he is an expert in the field of egbertology. that earns him a snort from you. it’s a nice thing to do, after a while of not being able to laugh much, and just being kind of stressed. you then proceed to explain to him about what has been eating at you, and he’s not surprised until you say that something else has been eating at you more recently than the others. he quirks a brow and lets out his last drag slowly, before questioning you on it in an almost demanding way. you take a long drag again before letting it out, and sighing.

the thing that’s eating at me recently probably shouldn’t be, or isn’t really a big deal, honestly…

>you take a deep breath.

it’s been a year since… well. that first kiss between us and since i started falling for you. along with the issues that came with it. i fell in love with you and i still feel those feelings, but it’s caused issues for us both. it’s still causing issues for us both.

>you sigh agan and cover your eyes with your free hand.

and that’s the main thing eating at me with that.

lordoftheinternet:

i wanna get super rich so i can do cool stuff like tip waiters $1000 or pay off people’s student loans for fun

(via sniffing)

robotgod:

 

"The white man is oppressed now more than ever."

"The white man is oppressed now more than ever."

"The white man is oppressed now more than ever."

(via spookybuttstabber)

i was havin a great time until i remembered that i was ugly

(via quizillla)

beep-beep-fucking-meow:

He’s only tense until he sees you.  Then he’s chuckling as he takes the lighter from you, sounding pretty exhausted.  He lights his cigarette and hands the lighter back, along with his pack, and asks how you knew.  You shrug.  ”Easy—  I forgot the cigarettes.”  Because of course, just like last time, each of you would have the thing that the other needed.  Before, you had been the one without the lighter.  ”So cough one up, and I don’t mean a lung,” You snark idly as you shake a cigarette for yourself out of his pack and hand it back to him.  Sticking the filter between your teeth, you light it up, then put the lighter back in your pocket.  Pausing to take a drag, you ask when you exhale, “What’s eating you?”

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>after you are eased, you question him about how he knew. and he told you it’s because he forgot his cigarettes — just as you thought. you both had reversed the situation. you chuckle. he snarks as he reaches for his lighter and lights his, before throwing the pack back to you. you stuff it into your jacket pocket. you take a long drag as he takes a small one and questions you about what’s eating you. you exhale slowly, before looking down.

you know that when i’m smoking, something’s eating at me, huh? even if i wasn’t, you have a knack for finding out when something is.

>you scratch the back of your head with your free hand.

i suppose there’s not much eating at me. it’s a few things, but they’re just… taking bit bunks at me, i guess. dave’s accident, and the days we’re trying to improve his condition and it doesn’t go well, have taken their toll on me, as have old memories of multiple things. and nightmares, too, as usual.

and i guess something else has been eating at me, too, recently. right now a little more so than the others.

>you take another drag.

subducting:

slenderlock:

"its not fair girls can wear pants and guys cant wear dresses" stfu yes you can. go to jc pennys. buy a cute dress. wear the dress. if anyone says you cant wear the dress. slay them.congratulations you are wearing a dress

the best part is that this argument is used by guys to try and prevent girls wearing trousers, but who is preventing men from wearing dresses? is it women? oh wait no it’s men and the patriarchy, fucking again.

(via allthingshomestuck)

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