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for @flowerhux !!!! thanks for giving me extra for this!!  shout out to you and ur gf!!!! !! im sorr

for@flowerhux !!!! thanks for giving me extra for this!!  shout out to you and ur gf!!!! !! im sorry this is so terrible lol  my hands feel like they just walked off a roller coaster but here is some femlux in cheesy photobooth hats/boas singing drunk karaoke!!!


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staff:

Introducing: Reblog Controls

This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill—we are rolling out reblog controls across web and iOS, starting today. 

How does it work?

When drafting a post, select the settings cog in the top right corner of your post editor. From here, you can choose one of two options.

  • “Anyone (on Tumblr)” means just that.
  • “No one” means that your post cannot be reblogged by anyone, ever.

Why?

Your wish is our command. Many of you have told us this feature would give you a welcome sense of safety. If you block someone after the post was made, don’t worry—they still can’t reblog it. This change gives you control over your own posts, and so will improve your posting experience. Ultimately, better posting means a better Tumblr. And finally, don’t worry, Android users. The feature will follow on your platform soon.

That’s all, folks. Happy reblogging!

Any questions? Drop us a line on @wiporSupport, and keep an eye out for the mobile rollout on@changes.

botherkupo:

final chapter is up!

ao3

Marinette managed to pretend to be sick for another two days before her parents decided that enough was enough. She had to go to school. So, like a cringing little mouse, she scuttled into the classroom the next day, sat at her desk, and hid behind a pile of books. If Adrien couldn’t see her, he couldn’t talk to her. Or, at least, that was her hope.

“Hi, Marinette,” he said.

Dang it.

Alya elbowed her in the ribs. “Say something,” she whispered. “You can’t avoid him forever.”

Says who, Marinette wanted to retort, except that would mean talking, which would then invite a conversation, which would undoubtedly lead to Adrien talking to her more, which would—

Alya made an exasperated sound and pushed the books aside. Marinette repressed a squeak as she suddenly found herself meeting Adrien’s eyes. His smile was tentative, as if he was afraid a brighter one might spook her off. To be fair, that wasn’t far from the truth.

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enilecram:

f*ck it catra and swim lessons


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honneibun:

HAPPY PRIDE…

(Before anyone says it, this is a drawing of me- Not Anne BAHAHA)

hera-the-something:

damicantcope:

THAT IS THE FURTHEST IVE GOTTEN SO FAR

WOOP SOME MANTIS ASS DAMI

Happy birthday Naegi~

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