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Beard, Click, and Confidence: emotion & body language body language: emotion Shiiting,1idgeting,grinning,L1Cking 11PS anticipation rubbing hands together slack-jawed, fixed gaze, unable to move awe clapping hands, shaking with laughter amusement slapping thighs, throwing head back biting smile back furrowed/lowered brow, flushed face, pointing ander or table, clenched fist/jaw, baring teeth throbbing veins in neck, scowling glaring, eye rolling, pressed lips, sighing annoyance fidgeting, sweating, playing with jewelry quickened breath, dry mouth/swallowing anxiety biting nails, stuttering, biting lip yawning, fridgeting, doodling, tapping feet boredom or shaking leg, playing with pen/pencil/hair lifted chin, head high, puffed chest, back straight, shoulders back, deliberate movement confidence tilted head, furrowed brow, shrugging, squinting confusion lifted chin, smirk, sneer, purse lips contempt emotion & body language body language: emotion twisted lips, twisted smile, half smile, shaking head, rolling eyes cynical one shoulder shrug, playing with hair/ring necklace/earring/earlobe, scratching face/ nose/neck, shuffling, fidgeting, looking down deceptive hesitation in speech, nodding while saying no shaking head while saving ves, licking lips covering/touching mouth crossed arms, hands hidden, keeping object or person between self and percieved threat defensive winking, touching hair or clothing, eye contact, looking up through lashes, arching des1ire dilated pupils, stretching wide-eyed (shocked), narrow-eyed (suspicious) raised brows (shocked),low brow (suspicious), crinkled nose, curled lip, turning away clenched eyes, covering mouth/nose, flinch disqust frown, creased brows, crossed arms, pressed lips, narrowed eyes displeasure fidgeting, rubbing/scratching neck, wide-eyed distress plaving with iewelry, rapid-breathing, fixing sleeves, holding self, trembling blush, stuttering, stammering, unable to embarrassment make eye contact, covering face, holding self, blinking back tears, looking down or at lights rubbing eyes/temples, yawning, staring off slouching, closing eyes, moving slow fatique emotion & body language body language: emotion shrinking back, wide-eyed, hunched shoulders, flinching, shaking/trembling, holding self fear shaking head, pinching bridge of nose frustrationrubing temples, clenching hands grinding/clenching teeth shaking with sobs, staring off, trembling, shuddered breaths, gasping sobs, curling in on self, lashing out/hitting things grief smile, laugh, hum, whistle, dancing, jumping hugging, giggling, crinkled eyes happiness eye contact, open posture, smiling, looking honesty upwards tapping feet, shaking leg, taping fingers impatience twirling pen, nodding quickly, checking time sighing, looking away crossed arms, sneer, narrowed eyes, sour expression, tight 1ips jealousy hands clenched or gripping something overwhelmed wide-eyed, missing time/conversations, palms to forehead, staring off talking fast, leaning forward, nodding, raised brows, wide-eyed, eager, double handed passionate handshake smiling, nudging, teasing, poking, winking goading, giggling, laughing playful emotion & body language body language: emotion head back, parted 1ips, eyes wide or closed, flushing, quick breath/pulse, arch neck/back pleasure chin up, back straight, shoulders back, chest out, firm handshake, open/spread posture pride biting lip, pressed lips, crossed arms dragging feet, pinching bridge of nose reluctance slouched posture, holding self, hesitant, sadness quivering, crying, sobbing, shaking, tremblling tight smile, hiding hands in pockets/crossed arms, looking down/away, covering face secretiveness bury face in hands, looking down/away slumped posture, pressed lips, straight mouth, wet eyes shame eyebrows raised, mouth open, gasp, hands over mouth, freezing, stepping back/away shock dropping objects in hand (s) avoiding eye contact, looking away/down blushing, bending head, keeping distance shyness stepping away, holding self smirk, one raised eyebrow, corners of mouth twitch upwards smugnesS narrowed eyes, furrowed/creased brow, frown tight lips, pressed lips, glance sideways watchful agaze closed eyes, staring off, stroking/touching thoughtfullness neck or jewelry, pinching bridge of nose stroke face/beard, rest chin on hand theonlysaylor: A Writing Cheat Sheet: for linking actions with emotions.  As always, click for HD.
Beard, Click, and Confidence: emotion & body language
 body language:
 emotion
 Shiiting,1idgeting,grinning,L1Cking 11PS
 anticipation rubbing hands together
 slack-jawed, fixed gaze, unable to move
 awe
 clapping hands, shaking with laughter
 amusement
 slapping thighs, throwing head back
 biting smile back
 furrowed/lowered brow, flushed face, pointing
 ander
 or table, clenched fist/jaw, baring teeth
 throbbing veins in neck, scowling
 glaring, eye rolling, pressed lips, sighing
 annoyance
 fidgeting, sweating, playing with jewelry
 quickened breath, dry mouth/swallowing
 anxiety
 biting nails, stuttering, biting lip
 yawning, fridgeting, doodling, tapping feet
 boredom
 or shaking leg, playing with pen/pencil/hair
 lifted chin, head high, puffed chest, back
 straight, shoulders back, deliberate movement
 confidence
 tilted head, furrowed brow, shrugging,
 squinting
 confusion
 lifted chin, smirk, sneer, purse lips
 contempt

 emotion & body language
 body language:
 emotion
 twisted lips, twisted smile, half smile,
 shaking head, rolling eyes
 cynical
 one shoulder shrug, playing with hair/ring
 necklace/earring/earlobe, scratching face/
 nose/neck, shuffling, fidgeting, looking down
 deceptive
 hesitation in speech, nodding while saying no
 shaking head while saving ves, licking lips
 covering/touching mouth
 crossed arms, hands hidden, keeping object
 or person between self and percieved threat
 defensive
 winking, touching hair or clothing, eye
 contact, looking up through lashes, arching
 des1ire
 dilated pupils, stretching
 wide-eyed (shocked), narrow-eyed (suspicious)
 raised brows (shocked),low brow (suspicious),
 crinkled nose, curled lip, turning away
 clenched eyes, covering mouth/nose, flinch
 disqust
 frown, creased brows, crossed arms, pressed
 lips, narrowed eyes
 displeasure
 fidgeting, rubbing/scratching neck, wide-eyed
 distress
 plaving with iewelry, rapid-breathing, fixing
 sleeves, holding self, trembling
 blush, stuttering, stammering, unable to
 embarrassment make eye contact, covering face, holding self,
 blinking back tears, looking down or at lights
 rubbing eyes/temples, yawning, staring off
 slouching, closing eyes, moving slow
 fatique

 emotion & body language
 body language:
 emotion
 shrinking back, wide-eyed, hunched shoulders,
 flinching, shaking/trembling, holding self
 fear
 shaking head, pinching bridge of nose
 frustrationrubing temples, clenching hands
 grinding/clenching teeth
 shaking with sobs, staring off, trembling,
 shuddered breaths, gasping sobs, curling
 in on self, lashing out/hitting things
 grief
 smile, laugh, hum, whistle, dancing, jumping
 hugging, giggling, crinkled eyes
 happiness
 eye contact, open posture, smiling, looking
 honesty
 upwards
 tapping feet, shaking leg, taping fingers
 impatience twirling pen, nodding quickly, checking time
 sighing, looking away
 crossed arms, sneer, narrowed eyes, sour
 expression, tight 1ips
 jealousy
 hands clenched or gripping something
 overwhelmed wide-eyed, missing time/conversations, palms
 to forehead, staring off
 talking fast, leaning forward, nodding,
 raised brows, wide-eyed, eager, double handed
 passionate
 handshake
 smiling, nudging, teasing, poking, winking
 goading, giggling, laughing
 playful

 emotion & body language
 body language:
 emotion
 head back, parted 1ips, eyes wide or closed,
 flushing, quick breath/pulse, arch neck/back
 pleasure
 chin up, back straight, shoulders back, chest
 out, firm handshake, open/spread posture
 pride
 biting lip, pressed lips, crossed arms
 dragging feet, pinching bridge of nose
 reluctance
 slouched posture, holding self, hesitant,
 sadness
 quivering, crying, sobbing, shaking,
 tremblling
 tight smile, hiding hands in pockets/crossed
 arms, looking down/away, covering face
 secretiveness
 bury face in hands, looking down/away
 slumped posture, pressed lips, straight
 mouth, wet eyes
 shame
 eyebrows raised, mouth open, gasp, hands
 over mouth, freezing, stepping back/away
 shock
 dropping objects in hand (s)
 avoiding eye contact, looking away/down
 blushing, bending head, keeping distance
 shyness
 stepping away, holding self
 smirk, one raised eyebrow, corners of mouth
 twitch upwards
 smugnesS
 narrowed eyes, furrowed/creased brow, frown
 tight lips, pressed lips, glance sideways
 watchful agaze
 closed eyes, staring off, stroking/touching
 thoughtfullness neck or jewelry, pinching bridge of nose
 stroke face/beard, rest chin on hand
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A Writing Cheat Sheet: for linking actions with emotions. 
As always, click for HD.

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Firefighter, Act, and Woman: Firefighter grinning as he carries elderly woman through floodwaters in disgusting act of toxic masculinity (June 2018)
Firefighter, Act, and Woman: Firefighter grinning as he carries elderly woman through floodwaters in disgusting act of toxic masculinity (June 2018)

Firefighter grinning as he carries elderly woman through floodwaters in disgusting act of toxic masculinity (June 2018)

Target, Tumblr, and Blog: lilbittydragon: catchymemes: Unmute I was intrigued until I turned the sound on, then I was grinning
Target, Tumblr, and Blog: lilbittydragon:

catchymemes:
Unmute
I was intrigued until I turned the sound on, then I was grinning

lilbittydragon: catchymemes: Unmute I was intrigued until I turned the sound on, then I was grinning

Crying, God, and Love: Archive of Our Own left the following comment on Kudos Posted: 2018-02-10 10:55:36 -0500 Reply to this comment the thread starting from this comment en If you've received this message in error, please contact Support. The Archive of Our Own is a fan-run and fan-supported archive that relies on your donations. gaslightgallows: phantoms-lair: joanielspeak: krey-9-jorce: delirious-comfort: rumple-belle: worryinglyinnocent: emospritelet: robertmarch82: kedreeva: I hear a lot of people bitching that they can’t leave kudos multiple times per story, or can’t leave kudos on every chapter, or whatever. Well, take a page out of this marvelous book, because I swear I’ve never been so happy to receive kudos as waking up to multiple people having done this on multiple chapters on a story I just posted. The bar just got raised, folks. Would… would writers be glad to read a comment, that is saying “kudos”?  We’re happy to get a smiley face, honestly. Leaving another kudos like this is great. Anything that tells us we aren’t just screaming into the void ^^^^^ This. Even the smallest comments are golddust.  Seconding, thirding, and fourthing all of this. Saying or typing anything is amazing. writers are happy with anything that isn’t ‘update pls’ when you just uploaded. type the alphabet and we’ll be grinning like fools cuz ‘sames’.  Dang I know what to do now!!!! Oh, but you can get creative with your extra kudos!  LOVE LOVE LOVE! (✿◠‿◠) – “I heart this so much!!”⊂◉‿◉つ – “OMG, the surprise was so sweet!☆(❁‿❁)☆ – “AHH! Love it!”≧◠‿◠≦ – “All the feels!”٩(˘◡˘)۶ – “Woot!!”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) – “I see what you did there and/or that smut was on point.”┑( ̄▽ ̄)┍ – “Sweet praises for you!”ლ(╹◡╹ლ) – “I love this story so hard, I get tingles when it updates!”ʘ‿ʘ – “WHat?!”(●⌒∇⌒●) – “Squee!!”(❁´◡`❁) – “Oh dear god, cavities!”(ノ´▽`)ノ♪ – “This made me siiiinnnnnggggg!!”┏(^0^)┛ – “Happy dance!”ヾ(^∇^) – “Wonderful fic! Thanks again!” OMG sadface. (┬_┬) – “Literally crying, rn.”(^)o(^) – “Holy moly!” (◕﹏◕✿) – “How … how could you do this to me?!”ಥ‿ಥ – “I’m not crying you are!” FLAMES! ᕕ(◉Д◉ )ᕗ – “WTAF?!”(⊙…⊙,) – “Did yoU JUST.”ᕕ(˵•̀෴•́˵)ᕗ – “HOW DARE YOU! With my OWN EYES!”(ノ°Д°)ノ︵ ┻━┻ – “TABLE FLIP, you son-OF-A-!” I canNOT with you! (@[]@!!) – “WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”\(◎o◎)/!– “WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT.”(´・_・`) – “I do not know how I feel about this.” Assorted. ((((’ – “This fish is delicious.” Feedback means everything to fanfic writers and hitting a like or kudos button doesn’t really give that. Even one word reviews do wonders I’m bookmarking this. That list of kudos emojis is perfect and I need to use all of them. 
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I hear a lot of people bitching that they can’t leave kudos multiple times per story, or can’t leave kudos on every chapter, or whatever.
Well, take a page out of this marvelous book, because I swear I’ve never been so happy to receive kudos as waking up to multiple people having done this on multiple chapters on a story I just posted.
The bar just got raised, folks.

Would… would writers be glad to read a comment, that is saying “kudos”? 


We’re happy to get a smiley face, honestly. Leaving another kudos like this is great. Anything that tells us we aren’t just screaming into the void

^^^^^ This. Even the smallest comments are golddust. 

Seconding, thirding, and fourthing all of this. Saying or typing anything is amazing.

writers are happy with anything that isn’t ‘update pls’ when you just uploaded. type the alphabet and we’ll be grinning like fools cuz ‘sames’. 


Dang I know what to do now!!!!

Oh, but you can get creative with your extra kudos! 
LOVE LOVE LOVE!
(✿◠‿◠) – “I heart this so much!!”⊂◉‿◉つ – “OMG, the surprise was so sweet!☆(❁‿❁)☆ – “AHH! Love it!”≧◠‿◠≦ – “All the feels!”٩(˘◡˘)۶ – “Woot!!”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) – “I see what you did there and/or that smut was on point.”┑( ̄▽ ̄)┍ – “Sweet praises for you!”ლ(╹◡╹ლ) – “I love this story so hard, I get tingles when it updates!”ʘ‿ʘ – “WHat?!”(●⌒∇⌒●) – “Squee!!”(❁´◡`❁) – “Oh dear god, cavities!”(ノ´▽`)ノ♪ – “This made me siiiinnnnnggggg!!”┏(^0^)┛ – “Happy dance!”ヾ(^∇^) – “Wonderful fic! Thanks again!”
OMG sadface.
(┬_┬) – “Literally crying, rn.”(^)o(^) – “Holy moly!” (◕﹏◕✿) – “How … how could you do this to me?!”ಥ‿ಥ – “I’m not crying you are!”
FLAMES!
ᕕ(◉Д◉ )ᕗ – “WTAF?!”(⊙…⊙,) – “Did yoU JUST.”ᕕ(˵•̀෴•́˵)ᕗ – “HOW DARE YOU! With my OWN EYES!”(ノ°Д°)ノ︵ ┻━┻ – “TABLE FLIP, you son-OF-A-!”
I canNOT with you!
(@[]@!!) – “WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”\(◎o◎)/!– “WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT.”(´・_・`) – “I do not know how I feel about this.”
Assorted.
((((’ – “This fish is delicious.”

Feedback means everything to fanfic writers and hitting a like or kudos button doesn’t really give that. Even one word reviews do wonders

I’m bookmarking this. That list of kudos emojis is perfect and I need to use all of them. 

gaslightgallows: phantoms-lair: joanielspeak: krey-9-jorce: delirious-comfort: rumple-belle: worryinglyinnocent: emospritelet: rober...

Animals, Books, and Children: purple-ladys-stuff Question... An anguished question from a Trump supporter: "Why do liberals think Trump supporters are stupid?" The serious answer: Heres what we really think about Trump supporters- the rich, the poor, the malignant and the innocently well-meaning, the ones who think and the ones who dont.. That when you saw a man who had owned a fraudulent University, intent on scamming poor people, you thought Fine." That when you saw a man who had made it his business practice to stiff his creditors, you said, "Okay." That when you heard him proudly brag about his own history of sexual abuse, you said, "No problem. That when he made up stories about seeing muslim- Americans in the thousands cheering the destruction of the World Trade Center, you said, "Not an issue." That when you saw him brag that he could shoot a man on Fifth Avenue and you wouldn't care, you chirped, "He sure Knows me That when you heard him illustrate his own character by telling that cute story about the elderly guest bleeding on the floor at his country club, the story about how he turned his back and how it was all an imposition on him, you said, "That's cool!" That when you saw him mock the disabled, you thought it was the funniest thing you ever saw That when you heard him brag that he doesn't read books, you said, "Well, who has time? That when the Central Park Five were compensated as innocent men convicted of a crime they didn't commit, and he angrily said that they should still be in prison, you said, "That makes sense." That when you heard him tell his supporters to beat up protesters and that he would hire attorneys, you thought, "Yes!" That when you heard him tell one rally to confiscate a man's coat before throwing him out into the freezing cold, you said, "What a great guy!" That you have watched the parade of neo-Nazis and white supremacists with whom he curries favor, while refusing to condemn outright Nazis, and you have said, "Thumbs up" That you hear him unable to talk to foreign dignitaries without insulting their countries and demanding that they praise his electoral win, you said, "That's the way want my President to be." That you have watched him remove expertise from all layers of government in favor of people who make money off of eliminating protections in the industries they're supposed to be regulating and you have said, "What a genius!" That you have heard him continue to profit from his businesses, in part by leveraging his position as President, to the point of overcharging the Secret Service for space in the properties he owns, and you have said, "That's smart!" That you have heard him say that it was difficult to help Puerto Rico because it was the middle of water and you have said, "That makes sense." That you have seen him start fights with every country from Canada to New Zealand while praising Russia and quote, "falling in love" with the dictator of North Korea, and you have said, "That's statesmanship!" That Trump separated children from their families and put them in cages, managed to lose track of 1500 kids has opened a tent city incarceration camp in the desert in Texas - he explains that they're just "animals"- and you say, "well, ok then. That you have witnessed all the thousand and one other manifestations of corruption and low moral character and outright animalistic rudeness and contempt for you, the working American voter, and you still show up grinning and wearing your MAGA hats and threatening to beat up anybody who says otherwise What you don't get, Trump supporters in 2018, is that succumbing to frustration and thinking of you as stupid may be wrong and unhelpful, but it's also...hear me.. charitable Because if you're NOT stupid, we must turn to other explanations, and most of them are less* flattering Fuente: purple-ladys-stuff 25,271 notas A message to red caps
Animals, Books, and Children: purple-ladys-stuff
 Question...
 An anguished question from a Trump supporter: "Why
 do liberals think Trump supporters are stupid?"
 The serious answer: Heres what we really think about
 Trump supporters- the rich, the poor, the malignant and
 the innocently well-meaning, the ones who think and the
 ones who dont..
 That when you saw a man who had owned a fraudulent
 University, intent on scamming poor people, you thought
 Fine."
 That when you saw a man who had made it his
 business practice to stiff his creditors, you said, "Okay."
 That when you heard him proudly brag about his own
 history of sexual abuse, you said, "No problem.
 That when he made up stories about seeing muslim-
 Americans in the thousands cheering the destruction of
 the World Trade Center, you said, "Not an issue."
 That when you saw him brag that he could shoot a man
 on Fifth Avenue and you wouldn't care, you chirped, "He
 sure Knows me
 That when you heard him illustrate his own character by
 telling that cute story about the elderly guest bleeding
 on the floor at his country club, the story about how he
 turned his back and how it was all an imposition on him,
 you said, "That's cool!"
 That when you saw him mock the disabled, you thought
 it was the funniest thing you ever saw
 That when you heard him brag that he doesn't read
 books, you said, "Well, who has time?
 That when the Central Park Five were compensated as
 innocent men convicted of a crime they didn't commit,
 and he angrily said that they should still be in prison,
 you said, "That makes sense."
 That when you heard him tell his supporters to beat
 up protesters and that he would hire attorneys, you
 thought, "Yes!"
 That when you heard him tell one rally to confiscate a
 man's coat before throwing him out into the freezing
 cold, you said, "What a great guy!"
 That you have watched the parade of neo-Nazis and
 white supremacists with whom he curries favor, while
 refusing to condemn outright Nazis, and you have said,
 "Thumbs up"
 That you hear him unable to talk to foreign dignitaries
 without insulting their countries and demanding that
 they praise his electoral win, you said, "That's the way
 want my President to be."
 That you have watched him remove expertise from
 all layers of government in favor of people who make
 money off of eliminating protections in the industries
 they're supposed to be regulating and you have said,
 "What a genius!"
 That you have heard him continue to profit from his
 businesses, in part by leveraging his position as
 President, to the point of overcharging the Secret
 Service for space in the properties he owns, and you
 have said, "That's smart!"
 That you have heard him say that it was difficult to help
 Puerto Rico because it was the middle of water and you
 have said, "That makes sense."
 That you have seen him start fights with every country
 from Canada to New Zealand while praising Russia and
 quote, "falling in love" with the dictator of North Korea,
 and you have said, "That's statesmanship!"
 That Trump separated children from their families and
 put them in cages, managed to lose track of 1500 kids
 has opened a tent city incarceration camp in the desert
 in Texas - he explains that they're just "animals"- and
 you say, "well, ok then.
 That you have witnessed all the thousand and one other
 manifestations of corruption and low moral character
 and outright animalistic rudeness and contempt for
 you, the working American voter, and you still show up
 grinning and wearing your MAGA hats and threatening
 to beat up anybody who says otherwise
 What you don't get, Trump supporters in 2018, is that
 succumbing to frustration and thinking of you as stupid
 may be wrong and unhelpful, but it's also...hear me..
 charitable
 Because if you're NOT stupid, we must turn to other
 explanations, and most of them are less* flattering
 Fuente: purple-ladys-stuff
 25,271 notas
A message to red caps

A message to red caps

Be Like, Club, and Fake: a tale of trees and espionage okay story time: my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 52", about as So studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up. (the few of us who actually showed up were like ok sir im sure its fascinating but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing-the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.) ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point.... 'hehehe field work' i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it's long, imma warn you, but.... god. just read it theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree(Magnolia in our region there's only-280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda, my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we're talking like etc. IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree very strictly protected by the govenment, and thus super legai to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from sources. essentially, the govt takes control over g the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i kno) so he'd ask people "do you have a permit for these trees?" and they were like "uh no, it's just a tree someone sold me,i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?" so he'd be like nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you" eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STS he infitrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he's one of them, not now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don't even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their hit spots". these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn't have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he's going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa's age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his way so my prof has the proof, he's been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is likeoh shit", helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVious way of marking e wouldn't damage them further, etc.), and then never retuns to the tree traffickers. he'd given them a fake name, address, (so that way there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he's a muffin) and all of us students are just like whoa. we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here's the kicker... he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he's not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he's like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (ill never forget, it's the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) "it may be illegal', but those who risk their liberty to-save the world- should never be reprimanded, no matter what we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we'd now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn't attend our exam, so and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE 72,767 Tree espionage
Be Like, Club, and Fake: a tale of trees and
 espionage
 okay story time:
 my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 52", about as
 So
 studies trees. it was about three hours into our social
 sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was
 frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most
 exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.
 (the few of us who actually showed up were like ok sir im
 sure its fascinating but in our minds we were totally like its
 trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering
 the same thing-the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO.
 IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)
 ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from
 his field work (we were chuckling at this point.... 'hehehe field
 work' i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his
 tale. it's long, imma warn you, but.... god. just read it
 theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree(Magnolia
 in our region there's only-280 that are registered by the
 government, yadda yadda yadda, my prof thought that was
 tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing
 his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across
 cucumber trees in really random places. we're talking like
 etc.
 IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree
 very strictly protected by the govenment, and thus super
 legai to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a
 living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from
 sources. essentially, the govt takes control over g
 the trees and anyone who independently raises them is
 breaking the law (i kno)
 so he'd ask people "do you have a permit for these trees?"
 and they were like "uh no, it's just a tree someone sold me,i
 think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?" so he'd be like
 nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you"
 eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it
 was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club
 (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the
 government, who were getting pissed at independent
 cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO
 THE GOOD SHIT I STS
 he infitrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a
 cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for
 months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then
 INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN
 he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it
 blows my mind that the government of my country paid
 money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access
 to records and maps because they think he's one of them, not
 now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don't
 even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because
 government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY
 TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT
 hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their
 hit spots". these are where the trees are relatively secluded
 and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for
 BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS
 HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE
 PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for
 misuse of funding (my prof doesn't have the money nore time
 nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his
 cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of
 cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he
 camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he's
 going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a
 harvester would be going there within the next week. finally,
 this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the
 CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof
 takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are
 speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my
 grandpa's age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a
 ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his
 way
 so my prof has the proof, he's been undercover for months
 now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the
 government who is likeoh shit", helps them draft up a
 new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVious way of
 marking e
 wouldn't damage them further, etc.), and then never retuns to
 the tree traffickers. he'd given them a fake name, address,
 (so that way
 there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students
 at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous
 (again, he's a muffin) and all of us students are just like
 whoa. we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal
 cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the
 government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows
 us the last few pictures. because here's the kicker... he never
 turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he
 collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them
 in, and the only reason he's not incarcerated is because his
 work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love
 him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he's like
 a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (ill never forget, it's
 the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) "it may
 be illegal', but those who risk their liberty to-save the
 world- should never be reprimanded, no matter what
 we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as
 a field we'd now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide
 one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he
 had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn't attend our exam, so
 and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his
 own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning
 GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER
 TREE
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Tree espionage

Tree espionage

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>
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>

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Fucking, God, and Life: <p><a href="http://celticpyro.tumblr.com/post/170733391944/whiskeyismylover-joan-of-heart" class="tumblr_blog">celticpyro</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://whiskeyismylover.tumblr.com/post/166600168188/joan-of-heart-thelonelybrilliance" class="tumblr_blog">whiskeyismylover</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://joan-of-heart.tumblr.com/post/166597324116/thelonelybrilliance-aethersea" class="tumblr_blog">joan-of-heart</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://thelonelybrilliance.tumblr.com/post/166592226259/aethersea-jumpingjacktrash" class="tumblr_blog">thelonelybrilliance</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://aethersea.tumblr.com/post/165692962385/jumpingjacktrash-saffronheliotrope-zorped" class="tumblr_blog">aethersea</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://jumpingjacktrash.tumblr.com/post/165267277889/saffronheliotrope-zorped-izhunny" class="tumblr_blog">jumpingjacktrash</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://saffronheliotrope.tumblr.com/post/165266901199/zorped-izhunny-ladyoftheteaandblood" class="tumblr_blog">saffronheliotrope</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://zorped.tumblr.com/post/153079575445">zorped</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://izhunny.tumblr.com/post/153079380003">izhunny</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ladyoftheteaandblood.tumblr.com/post/153066727749">ladyoftheteaandblood</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mydigitaldaydreams.tumblr.com/post/153064443161">mydigitaldaydreams</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lonegirleek.tumblr.com/post/94010790755">lonegirleek</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://soullesshusk.tumblr.com/post/49492511772">soullesshusk</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://strangersatthemall.tumblr.com/post/49379910807">strangersatthemall</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://negacrow.tumblr.com/post/49347063807">negacrow</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nightmareloki.tumblr.com/post/49341466765">nightmareloki</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://newvagabond.tumblr.com/post/49335924654">newvagabond</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Omfg.</p> </blockquote> <p>OH MY GOD</p> </blockquote> <p>Well, that was unexpected.</p> </blockquote> <p>whAT EVEN IS GOING ON&gt;??</p> </blockquote> <p>ok I’ve seen this like 8 times on my dash and ignored it but now I finally watched it because I was like “okay this has to be SOMETHING good because everyone I fucking follow is reblogging it”<br/><br/>I was not fucking let down at all.</p> </blockquote> <p>I did not know I needed this in my life</p> </blockquote> <p>I needed to see this again…</p> </blockquote> <p>You must watch <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mY6yA6M5v6N7EFfXN7BbEyQ">@tomhiddleston-kikibfairy</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mFknBl5RvEwJmgQKl3v1YnA">@ourladybinxthings</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mjG-hBUN3IwKY2EWTOpj5Kw">@izhunny</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/m7quM89zX0QXfi7WwJOox8A">@mrshiddelston</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mEOEoye_Lci0EQbTFevsdDA">@maevecurrywrites</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mqsYDT08DziD6MrK9lN4i-w">@ancientfinnishgoddess</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/myAzeRxcBvtLsFLgbtJgqUA">@angryschnauzer</a> and all</p> </blockquote> <p>I love this silliness and it’s going on my blog finally.</p> </blockquote> <p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH</p> </blockquote> <p>Every time this comes up on my dash I’m already cry-laughing in anticipation before I even hit play</p> </blockquote> <p style="">my face hurts from grinning<br/></p> </blockquote> <p>look no matter what you are expecting from this video, you’re mistaken and you should watch it to find out why</p> </blockquote> <p>WHAT</p> </blockquote> <p><a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mv7Ua82V0o6ffNT1GRJ7Wdg">@undernightskys</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mebWT8NVevr-ZQdK6JWAnvg">@fireflyclasstransport</a> </p> </blockquote> <p>Oh my gosh 😂😂</p> </blockquote> <p style="">wut<br/></p></blockquote>
Fucking, God, and Life: <p><a href="http://celticpyro.tumblr.com/post/170733391944/whiskeyismylover-joan-of-heart" class="tumblr_blog">celticpyro</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://whiskeyismylover.tumblr.com/post/166600168188/joan-of-heart-thelonelybrilliance" class="tumblr_blog">whiskeyismylover</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="http://joan-of-heart.tumblr.com/post/166597324116/thelonelybrilliance-aethersea" class="tumblr_blog">joan-of-heart</a>:</p>

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<p><a href="http://thelonelybrilliance.tumblr.com/post/166592226259/aethersea-jumpingjacktrash" class="tumblr_blog">thelonelybrilliance</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="https://aethersea.tumblr.com/post/165692962385/jumpingjacktrash-saffronheliotrope-zorped" class="tumblr_blog">aethersea</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="http://jumpingjacktrash.tumblr.com/post/165267277889/saffronheliotrope-zorped-izhunny" class="tumblr_blog">jumpingjacktrash</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="http://saffronheliotrope.tumblr.com/post/165266901199/zorped-izhunny-ladyoftheteaandblood" class="tumblr_blog">saffronheliotrope</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://zorped.tumblr.com/post/153079575445">zorped</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://izhunny.tumblr.com/post/153079380003">izhunny</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ladyoftheteaandblood.tumblr.com/post/153066727749">ladyoftheteaandblood</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mydigitaldaydreams.tumblr.com/post/153064443161">mydigitaldaydreams</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lonegirleek.tumblr.com/post/94010790755">lonegirleek</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://soullesshusk.tumblr.com/post/49492511772">soullesshusk</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://strangersatthemall.tumblr.com/post/49379910807">strangersatthemall</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://negacrow.tumblr.com/post/49347063807">negacrow</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nightmareloki.tumblr.com/post/49341466765">nightmareloki</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://newvagabond.tumblr.com/post/49335924654">newvagabond</a>:</p>
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<p>Omfg.</p>
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<p>OH MY GOD</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Well, that was unexpected.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>whAT EVEN IS GOING ON&gt;??</p>
</blockquote>
<p>ok I’ve seen this like 8 times on my dash and ignored it but now I finally watched it because I was like “okay this has to be SOMETHING good because everyone I fucking follow is reblogging it”<br/><br/>I was not fucking let down at all.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I did not know I needed this in my life</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I needed to see this again…</p>
</blockquote>
<p>You must watch <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mY6yA6M5v6N7EFfXN7BbEyQ">@tomhiddleston-kikibfairy</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mFknBl5RvEwJmgQKl3v1YnA">@ourladybinxthings</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mjG-hBUN3IwKY2EWTOpj5Kw">@izhunny</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/m7quM89zX0QXfi7WwJOox8A">@mrshiddelston</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mEOEoye_Lci0EQbTFevsdDA">@maevecurrywrites</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mqsYDT08DziD6MrK9lN4i-w">@ancientfinnishgoddess</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/myAzeRxcBvtLsFLgbtJgqUA">@angryschnauzer</a> and all</p>
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<p>I love this silliness and it’s going on my blog finally.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Every time this comes up on my dash I’m already cry-laughing in anticipation before I even hit play</p>
</blockquote>
<p style="">my face hurts from grinning<br/></p>
</blockquote>
<p>look no matter what you are expecting from this video, you’re mistaken and you should watch it to find out why</p>
</blockquote>
<p>WHAT</p>
</blockquote>

<p><a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mv7Ua82V0o6ffNT1GRJ7Wdg">@undernightskys</a> <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mebWT8NVevr-ZQdK6JWAnvg">@fireflyclasstransport</a> </p>
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<p>Oh my gosh 😂😂</p>
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<p style="">wut<br/></p></blockquote>

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Books, Charlie, and Family: What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours? meet-the-girl-who-can: thekayabookworm: justcuzfandoms: marciellesmusings: lufttsu: Quotes from the Harry Potter Books [28/50] Can you imagine what it must have been like growing up for George and Fred. Notice how I said George and Fred because we always call them ‘Fred and George’ as if they were one person - just like their mum. Their own family couldn’t tell them apart. They didn’t have perfect grades like Percy. They weren’t as cool as Bill or Charlie. They weren’t the youngest male like Ron and they obviously weren’t female like Ginny. So they created a niche for themselves - The Pranksters. Because if people weren’t even going to bother to tell them apart then they were going to make people pay attention by pranking people and acting out. Then some scruffy looking boy in their younger brother’s year (ickle Harrikins) can tell them apart. There’s a reason George Weasley and Fred Weasley never pranked Harry Potter - because he’s the only one that bothered to try. I SWEAR I WILL REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME BECAUSE OF THE TEARS WELLING UP IN MY SOUL I like to thing that George and Fred thought of Harry as their little brother too way before Harry had any romantic interest in Ginny. Harry was also the one who invested in their niche fully, rather than being annoyed by it, he celebrated them for it.  That’s why they gave him the Marauders Map and then he gave them the Triwizard gold: ‘ ‘Take it,’ he said, and he thrust the sack into George’s hands.‘What?’ said Fred, looking flabbergasted.‘Take it,’ Harry repeated firmly. ‘I don’t want it.’‘You’re mental,’ said George, trying to push it back at Harry.No, I’m not,’ said Harry. 'You take it, and get inventing. It’s for the joke-shop.’'He is mental,’ Fred said, in an almost awed voice.…'Harry – thanks,’ George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side’ It’s why they agreed to his request Ron get some new dress robes out of it. They’re clever not just funny ‘they always get really good marks’ but as OP says they’re not as good as Percy, Bill or Charlie. They helped Ron get him out of the Dursleys: 'But you can’t magic me out either –’'We don’t need to,’ said Ron, jerking his head towards the front seats and grinning. 'You forget who I’ve got with me.’ They get him into Hogsmede , they (unknowingly) helped the trio break into Umbridge’s ministry office. They liked Harry for himself  ‘This is all your fault,’ George said angrily to Wood. ’“Get the Snitch or die trying” – what a stupid thing to tell him!'’ And cheered him up when things went wrong, such as Harry being accused of being the Heir of Slytherin ‘They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, 'Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through …’Percy was deeply disapproving of this behaviour.'It is not a laughing matter,’ he said coldly.'Oh, get out of the way, Percy,’ said Fred, 'Harry’s in a hurry.’'Yeah, he’s nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,’ said George, chortling ‘ Or when Ron and Hermione were made Prefects and Harry felt left out: 'Yeah,’ said Fred slowly. 'Yeah, you’ve caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you’s got their priorities right.’ He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look. They tricked Dudley because they know how crappy Harry’s home is:  'We didn’t give it to him because he was a Muggle!’ said Fred indignantly.'No, we gave it to him because he’s a great bullying git,’ said George And of course: 'Give her hell from us, Peeves.’And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.  Harry frequently heard students saying things like, 'Honestly, some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place,’ or else, 'One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.’ Harry’s relationships with George and Fred are some of my favourites
Books, Charlie, and Family: What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?
meet-the-girl-who-can:

thekayabookworm:

justcuzfandoms:

marciellesmusings:

lufttsu:

Quotes from the Harry Potter Books [28/50]

Can you imagine what it must have been like growing up for George and Fred. Notice how I said George and Fred because we always call them ‘Fred and George’ as if they were one person - just like their mum. Their own family couldn’t tell them apart. They didn’t have perfect grades like Percy. They weren’t as cool as Bill or Charlie. They weren’t the youngest male like Ron and they obviously weren’t female like Ginny. So they created a niche for themselves - The Pranksters. Because if people weren’t even going to bother to tell them apart then they were going to make people pay attention by pranking people and acting out. Then some scruffy looking boy in their younger brother’s year (ickle Harrikins) can tell them apart.
There’s a reason George Weasley and Fred Weasley never pranked Harry Potter - because he’s the only one that bothered to try.

I SWEAR I WILL REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME BECAUSE OF THE TEARS WELLING UP IN MY SOUL

I like to thing that George and Fred thought of Harry as their little brother too way before Harry had any romantic interest in Ginny.

Harry was also the one who invested in their niche fully, rather than being annoyed by it, he celebrated them for it.  That’s why they gave him the Marauders Map and then he gave them the Triwizard gold:
‘

‘Take it,’ he said, and he thrust the sack into George’s hands.‘What?’ said Fred, looking flabbergasted.‘Take it,’ Harry repeated firmly. ‘I don’t want it.’‘You’re mental,’ said George, trying to push it back at Harry.No, I’m not,’ said Harry. 'You take it, and get inventing. It’s for the joke-shop.’'He is mental,’ Fred said, in an almost awed voice.…'Harry – thanks,’ George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side’
It’s why they agreed to his request Ron get some new dress robes out of it. They’re clever not just funny ‘they always get really good marks’ but as OP says they’re not as good as Percy, Bill or Charlie. They helped Ron get him out of the Dursleys:
'But you can’t magic me out either –’'We don’t need to,’ said Ron, jerking his head towards the front seats and grinning. 'You forget who I’ve got with me.’
They get him into Hogsmede , they (unknowingly) helped the trio break into Umbridge’s ministry office. They liked Harry for himself 
‘This is all your fault,’ George said angrily to Wood. ’“Get the Snitch or die trying” – what a stupid thing to tell him!'’
And cheered him up when things went wrong, such as Harry being accused of being the Heir of Slytherin
‘They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, 'Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through …’Percy was deeply disapproving of this behaviour.'It is not a laughing matter,’ he said coldly.'Oh, get out of the way, Percy,’ said Fred, 'Harry’s in a hurry.’'Yeah, he’s nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,’ said George, chortling

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Or when Ron and Hermione were made Prefects and Harry felt left out:


'Yeah,’ said Fred slowly. 'Yeah, you’ve caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you’s got their priorities right.’ He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look.


They tricked Dudley because they know how crappy Harry’s home is: 


'We didn’t give it to him because he was a Muggle!’ said Fred indignantly.'No, we gave it to him because he’s a great bullying git,’ said George


And of course:
'Give her hell from us, Peeves.’And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. 
Harry frequently heard students saying things like, 'Honestly, some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place,’ or else, 'One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.’
Harry’s relationships with George and Fred are some of my favourites

meet-the-girl-who-can: thekayabookworm: justcuzfandoms: marciellesmusings: lufttsu: Quotes from the Harry Potter Books [28/50] Can you...

Af, Alive, and Ass: True Love, 13 Years Later. @DrSmashlove People visit Chicago from smaller towns and be like "omg people in Chicago drive crazy", "wow, y'all honk so much, why you always honking", "sheesh Chicago drivers are nuts they always speeding why they so reckless." Ok. Nah. Hell nah. Y'all ain't seen crazy TILL U BEEN TO MF MONTANA 😂. See in Chicago ALL highways got a 55 miles per hour speed limit. So somebody go 80 and they look crazy AF. In Montana tho? The SPEED LIMIT IS 80 😫. Ok...so what if u go 80? That's the speed limit, u good - right? Bruh. The person behind u won't honk. They won't press u. They will simply drive like they attached to your bumper for a few miles. Then they will pass u by swerving left into ONCOMING TRAFFIC ON A HIGHWAY THAT RUNS ALONG A CLIFF OF A MOUNTAIN AND PASS U. U look over and u think u finna see a crazy ass redneck with a bad mullet, meth teeth, and death wish. Nah. U see a grandma wearing a pink tank top and she got a nice tan sipping a Starbucks coffee grinning at u as she pass u going NINETY FUCKING FIVE. And she got a semi truck coming right at her and she smiling at him and he smiling back at her and then he smiling at YOU like "IF HE DIES HE DIES" *Russian dude from Rocky voice. AF*. What's crazy is u could have to be somewhere 200 miles away and as long as U don't get eaten alive by a rattlesnake at a rest stop ... 🤗 ... that's two hours of driving flat. In Chicago that's three hours easy. U feel me? I'm not mad at this speedracing-ass, colossal, somewhat inconsequential oversized land mass of a state. So to conclude: Montana girls got fat asses and drive they white Denali SUVs like they Italian race car drivers WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE BLESS UP 😂😂😂
Af, Alive, and Ass: True Love, 13 Years Later.
 @DrSmashlove
People visit Chicago from smaller towns and be like "omg people in Chicago drive crazy", "wow, y'all honk so much, why you always honking", "sheesh Chicago drivers are nuts they always speeding why they so reckless." Ok. Nah. Hell nah. Y'all ain't seen crazy TILL U BEEN TO MF MONTANA 😂. See in Chicago ALL highways got a 55 miles per hour speed limit. So somebody go 80 and they look crazy AF. In Montana tho? The SPEED LIMIT IS 80 😫. Ok...so what if u go 80? That's the speed limit, u good - right? Bruh. The person behind u won't honk. They won't press u. They will simply drive like they attached to your bumper for a few miles. Then they will pass u by swerving left into ONCOMING TRAFFIC ON A HIGHWAY THAT RUNS ALONG A CLIFF OF A MOUNTAIN AND PASS U. U look over and u think u finna see a crazy ass redneck with a bad mullet, meth teeth, and death wish. Nah. U see a grandma wearing a pink tank top and she got a nice tan sipping a Starbucks coffee grinning at u as she pass u going NINETY FUCKING FIVE. And she got a semi truck coming right at her and she smiling at him and he smiling back at her and then he smiling at YOU like "IF HE DIES HE DIES" *Russian dude from Rocky voice. AF*. What's crazy is u could have to be somewhere 200 miles away and as long as U don't get eaten alive by a rattlesnake at a rest stop ... 🤗 ... that's two hours of driving flat. In Chicago that's three hours easy. U feel me? I'm not mad at this speedracing-ass, colossal, somewhat inconsequential oversized land mass of a state. So to conclude: Montana girls got fat asses and drive they white Denali SUVs like they Italian race car drivers WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE BLESS UP 😂😂😂

People visit Chicago from smaller towns and be like "omg people in Chicago drive crazy", "wow, y'all honk so much, why you always honking", ...

Ass, Bitch, and Cum: When your mom walks in on you beating your meat and you gotta act like you was giving yourself a testicular exam @atlsavagee nC "Oh tarter sauce! You are so fucking tight." Patrick groaned, his eyes closed. He leaned forward to remove SpongeBob's gag. "I wanna hear you scream for me." He slowly began moving in and out, eyes still closed. As SpongeBob felt himself widening, he began to come back to his senses. This shouldn't be happening. They were friends. Friends didn't do this. "Patrick, please... I... we shouldn't.." as SpongeBob protested, Patrick reached his hand down to play with SpongeBob's genitals. SpongeBob groaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. "Yes! Harder! Smack my ass and call me a whore!" Patrick blinked in surprise before giving a savage grin as he quickly complied. "Yeah! Ya like that, don't'cha, bitch?!" "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Patrick! Fuck me hard!" Patrick began ramming forward, smacking SpongeBob's ass. "Yeah! Take it, whore!" Patrick moved his hand to fondle SpongeBob again. "Cum in my hand! Cum in my hand!" SpongeBob felt a pressure build up inside of him. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but he felt that if he'd just let himself go, he'd reach nirvana. Complying with own wishes, he let himself go. The orgasm caught him by surprise. SpongeBob screamed as he felt his seed wash over Patrick's hand.
Ass, Bitch, and Cum: When your mom walks in on you
 beating your meat and you gotta act
 like you was giving yourself a
 testicular exam
 @atlsavagee
 nC
"Oh tarter sauce! You are so fucking tight." Patrick groaned, his eyes closed. He leaned forward to remove SpongeBob's gag. "I wanna hear you scream for me." He slowly began moving in and out, eyes still closed. As SpongeBob felt himself widening, he began to come back to his senses. This shouldn't be happening. They were friends. Friends didn't do this. "Patrick, please... I... we shouldn't.." as SpongeBob protested, Patrick reached his hand down to play with SpongeBob's genitals. SpongeBob groaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. "Yes! Harder! Smack my ass and call me a whore!" Patrick blinked in surprise before giving a savage grin as he quickly complied. "Yeah! Ya like that, don't'cha, bitch?!" "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Patrick! Fuck me hard!" Patrick began ramming forward, smacking SpongeBob's ass. "Yeah! Take it, whore!" Patrick moved his hand to fondle SpongeBob again. "Cum in my hand! Cum in my hand!" SpongeBob felt a pressure build up inside of him. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but he felt that if he'd just let himself go, he'd reach nirvana. Complying with own wishes, he let himself go. The orgasm caught him by surprise. SpongeBob screamed as he felt his seed wash over Patrick's hand.

"Oh tarter sauce! You are so fucking tight." Patrick groaned, his eyes closed. He leaned forward to remove SpongeBob's gag. "I wanna hear yo...

Head, Memes, and Parents: My parents never believed me My parents never believed me when was 2, when I would wake them in a state of hysteria, trembling and covered in sweat. Instead, they put me back to bed. My parents never believed me when l was 5, when would frantically try to explain the incomprehensible noises lheard coming from underneath my floor. Instead, they told me it was the sound of the floorboards shifting with the wind. My parents never believed me when I was 7, when I relayed to them the messages the voices would say to me. Instead, they told me I just needed some more sleep. My parents never believed me when I was 9, when Iwould wake up with cuts on my arms and legs and chunks of hair pulled out of my head. Instead, they told me it was something l merely did in my sleep. My parents never believed me when I was 12, when made eye contact with a grinning creature in my doorway, never breaking it for what seemed like hours until he slowly shut my door. Instead, they told me it was my imagination. I never believed my parents when I was 15, when their screams pierced the air like knives, turning from terror into pain. Instead, Itold myself it was only the wind. Perhaps my imagination. Maybe I just needed more sleep? Thinking back, l only remember one thing: was smiling. - Hope everyone has a fantastic day!!! Please pray for me and wish me luck in my first section game tonight!😁😊❤️ scarystories
Head, Memes, and Parents: My parents never believed me
 My parents never believed me when was 2, when I would wake them in a state
 of hysteria, trembling and covered in sweat. Instead, they put me back to bed.
 My parents never believed me when l was 5, when would frantically try to
 explain the incomprehensible noises lheard coming from underneath my floor.
 Instead, they told me it was the sound of the floorboards shifting with the wind.
 My parents never believed me when I was 7, when I relayed to them the
 messages the voices would say to me. Instead, they told me I just needed
 some more sleep.
 My parents never believed me when I was 9, when Iwould wake up with cuts
 on my arms and legs and chunks of hair pulled out of my head. Instead, they
 told me it was something l merely did in my sleep. My parents never believed
 me when I was 12, when made eye contact with a grinning creature in my
 doorway, never breaking it for what seemed like hours until he slowly shut my
 door. Instead, they told me it was my imagination.
 I never believed my parents when I was 15, when their screams pierced the air
 like knives, turning from terror into pain. Instead, Itold myself it was only the
 wind. Perhaps my imagination. Maybe I just needed more sleep?
 Thinking back, l only remember one thing: was smiling.
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Apparently, Church, and Family: thedeathmerchant: charlestonchurchmassacre: charlestonchurchmassacre: Videos of Dylann Roof jail visits show him angering mother, making father cry Newly released videos of Dylann Roof’s jail visits from family show him repeatedly provoking his mother’s aggravation, making his father cry, refusing to tell his little sister he loved her and describing his hatred for his defense attorneys. What was missing? Any apparently remorse for killing nine people during a Bible study or concern about the severity of the punishments he faced. A federal judge allowed journalists to view four videos this morning of Roof’s jail visits that were introduced into evidence during his two mental competency hearings. Those videos included visits from Roof’s mother, father, younger sister and his mother’s boyfriend. In them, Roof repeatedly laughs at his family members and prompts frustration from his father, Benn Roof, who tries to explain to his son how his actions have hurt their entire family. In one exchange two days before Roof’s first competency hearing, held in November, Roof tells his father, “I’m going to make this even worse before this makes it to trial.” “What’s wrong with you, son?” Benn Roof asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t do something stupid. You’ve already done enough.” The father then steps away in tears. Shortly after, Roof was found competent to stand trial and sought to represent himself. source Roof also told his mother, Amy, that he was keeping his attorneys around “so I can abuse them.”- “Do you know how that sounds?” she asked.- “Funny?“ - ”Pathetic.“She warned that he would need his defense team, whom she insisted were good people trying to save his life. Roof, however, called them ”evil,“ ”the spawn of hell“ and ”liars.“ - ”These people represent criminals and lie for them,“ Roof argued. - ”Well, guess what, Dylann?“ she said. ”You could have been an attorney. You could have been anything…“- ”I am an attorney!“ he interrupted, grinning widely. ”I’m an attorney in a capital case!“- ”I’ve got news for you, Dylann. It’s your first and last case,“ his mother responded, voice weary. Oh MY GOD
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Videos of Dylann Roof jail visits show him angering mother, making father cry
Newly released videos of Dylann Roof’s jail visits from family show him repeatedly provoking his mother’s aggravation, making his father cry, refusing to tell his little sister he loved her and describing his hatred for his defense attorneys.
What was missing? Any apparently remorse for killing nine people during a Bible study or concern about the severity of the punishments he faced.
A federal judge allowed journalists to view four videos this morning of Roof’s jail visits that were introduced into evidence during his two mental competency hearings. Those videos included visits from Roof’s mother, father, younger sister and his mother’s boyfriend.
In them, Roof repeatedly laughs at his family members and prompts frustration from his father, Benn Roof, who tries to explain to his son how his actions have hurt their entire family. In one exchange two days before Roof’s first competency hearing, held in November, Roof tells his father, “I’m going to make this even worse before this makes it to trial.”
“What’s wrong with you, son?” Benn Roof asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t do something stupid. You’ve already done enough.”
The father then steps away in tears. Shortly after, Roof was found competent to stand trial and sought to represent himself.
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Roof also told his mother, Amy, that he was keeping his attorneys around “so I can abuse them.”- “Do you know how that sounds?” she asked.- “Funny?“ - ”Pathetic.“She warned that he would need his defense team, whom she insisted were good people trying to save his life. Roof, however, called them ”evil,“ ”the spawn of hell“ and ”liars.“ - ”These people represent criminals and lie for them,“ Roof argued. - ”Well, guess what, Dylann?“ she said. ”You could have been an attorney. You could have been anything…“- ”I am an attorney!“ he interrupted, grinning widely. ”I’m an attorney in a capital case!“- ”I’ve got news for you, Dylann. It’s your first and last case,“ his mother responded, voice weary.

Oh MY GOD

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