#thats it

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It’s been a ride. Sometimes it was a pleasant one, recently it’s become a very unpleasant one and I’ve decided tumblr has become way too toxic for my mental health and just leaves RAGING every time I log in so I’m leaving.

1. I’m still grateful though, I’ve met some wonderful people on here. Thank you 1,260 bots for following my boring, incoherent, inconsistent ass, thank you those who were always encouraging and supportive, it meant a lot <3

2.As of now, I am not deactivating yet, but leaving this mess of a blog as an archive, but if I find a way to archive the blog while also deleting completely, I will. (But this will take a while since I have no time to look into that before like… November.)

3.I’m not really active on any other social media, and I don’t think I will. I need to take a break of it all.

4. Since I won’t be deleting physically before November, I think till then I might log in once in a fortnight probably on Fridays, to answer private messages, if I have any. But if you have my WhatsApp - please text me there instead. I really do not want to log in.

5. I’m too tired to do this rn but eventually I’ll unfollow every blog I’m following, bc A. even if I don’t deactivate this blog, I am no longer gonna use it B. so when I do my weekly log-in to answer things, I don’t get angry lol.

6.I suggest you all unfollow this blog as well, since like I’ve said, I am no longer gonna blog on here.

7.I am not planning on remaking/creating a new blog or coming back. But I cannot predict the future. 

Cheers and take care!

P.S. Do NOT send me any discourse on those PM’s though. I am sick and tired of that. Thanks.

Piraes of the Caribbean to sea shanties to Our Flag Means Death to sea shanties pipeline

Small titties are fun.

evelyn-art-05:

Strawberry Dabi

PRECIOUS BABY

I was inspired by @swordsandshitposts‘s post a while back to write about a butter-obsessed Norway, and they were willing and excited that I wanted to write something for it! Of course, you all know how great I am at writing things on time, lol. 

So, here is my hilarious take on Norway’s relationship with butter.

“My Precious”

Denmark pulled into the driveway with a sigh, cutting the ignition as he rubbed his eyes. The meeting had run two hours over, leaving the personification to drive home close to midnight. 

For a moment, he considered sleeping at the steering wheel instead of trekking to his bedroom. Of course, that would leave Norway alone, so he tiredly opened the car door and made his way to the house. 

“Norge?” He noticed the open refrigerator as the front door creaked open. However, the appliance quickly shut. He thought that he could hear a faint scurrying in the dark. The blonde nation blinked slowly, but decided that he was too tired to deal with it. He made his way to the living room and switched the light on.

A loud hiss startled Denmark as the light flickered to life and a shrouded form dove behind the couch. ‘I could totally leave it for Norge’ He contemplated doing just that, until a low voice croaked out to him, “ShuT oFf tHe liGHtS…” “…Norge?” Denmark knelt and peered around the arm of the furniture.

Sure enough, Norway was crouched behind the couch, holding a few sticks of butter close to his chest. “LiGhts…tOO brIghT…fOr…pRecIOUsss…”The nation’s eyes glowed violet in the darkened space, revealing the magic that he possessed.

Denmark, now thoroughly terrified, backed away slightly. “Norge?! What are you-” Norway didn’t answer, instead licking the butter with a crazed, loving smile. 

“PrecIoUSsss…smør…” Denmark watched in horror as Norway caressed the butter. “Mine…..” Norway glanced at Denmark with a low growl, eyes practically feral. “MINE. MY sMøR.” Norway backed further into the dark crevice, nearly blocking himself entirely from view.

The taller, and more sane, nation grabbed a few blankets from the couch and tossed them to the other. “Ok! I’ll just…let you sleep here tonight and…I’ll be upstairs. Good? Good!” With that, Denmark disappeared upstairs.


The next morning, Denmark woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. He yawned and practically crawled downstairs, only pausing outside of the living room. 

“Norge?” Instead, Iceland peered around the corner of the kitchen. “Nor is still behind the couch, he’ll be out in a bit.” Denmark turned shocked eyes to the younger nation. “You know?!” Iceland shrugged. “Yeah, he gets that way sometimes. He has nightmares about when he didn’t have butter and, well, he gets stuck in that mindset. That’s why we always have plenty in the fridge.”

Sure enough, Norway joined the other two nations once he smelled the coffee. Without a second glance, he tossed the butter back in the fridge and sat down with a mug and a newspaper. Denmark stared at Iceland, then Norway, then back at Iceland - waiting for someone to comment on the night before. 

Finally, once his mug was empty, Norway looked up at Denmark. “So, the meeting ran over?” He poured himself a second cup and continued to read the paper. Denmark couldn’t think of a proper response. He stammered, “You…butter?” Norway nodded. “Ja, sorry. I need to make sure that we still have some. Anyway, the meeting?” Denmark didn’t respond, too afraid to.

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nibeul:

nibeul:

ok new tag game, what character’s fanon version do you hate the most

damn some of y'all are writing full on essays in the notes

elytrians:

staring into the bathroom mirror gripping the sink and telling myself “you are not uniquely horrible you are literally just some guy”

anonymousalchemist:

dnd really is like: you create a guy. you play the guy. you love the guy. no one else in the universe knows who this guy is

elbiotipo:

elbiotipo:

Evangelion is the best anime ever and also absolute dogshit. Everybody should watch it. I don’t recommend it to anyone.

Evangelion touches deep themes and imagery. The creators said that they mostly introduced them because “they looked cool”. It has amazing animation and scenery. They ran out of budget so most of the last chapters are just a telephone with a voiceover. Asuka is a quite developed character with an interesting exploration of female teenagehood and trauma. She’s also used constantly as fanservice. Shinji is a very harsh picture of depression and lack of self worth and how one deals with it. He’s also a whiny little bitch. Rei has a fascinating character arc as she begins to feel and think for herself. The creator himself forgot she existed by the middle of the series. Misato is probably the adult with most empathy towards the kids and what they’re living through. She’s also intermitently portrayed as an inmoral slob. Kaworu is probably the most interesting of all “antagonists” and has a very tender blooming romance with Shinji. He only shows up for a single episode. The EVAs are iconic mecha with a carefully developed worldbuilding and infraestructure behind them. Nobody fucking knows how big they are.

A watercolour painting of a turbulent blue-green sea with foamy waves. The sky above is filled with chaotic swirling clouds of dark blue and green and white light breaking through.

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Made some chaos.

Long distance relationships fucking suck

K, goodnight!

K, goodnight!


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not-a-space-alien:

I believe abortion should be free, on demand, and no questions asked because you can debate philosophically all you want but at the end of the day, there is no way to restrict and regulate abortion that does not result in humiliating, traumatizing, harming the health of, and even killing people who are pregnant on a mass scale. There are very real, tangible, measurable harms abortion restrictions do to vulnerable populations and the only possible benefit in return is to placate the palate of the morally squeamish.

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