#How do i even tag this?

[thatpersonyouknowthatperson]

What

And I cannot stress this enough

the FUCK

[infectedstar]

Reblog This And Get a Lil Charrie Pixel Based On Your Blog

I'm just doing this for fun mainly but that's the jist of it.

This is my example from my blog

So simply reblog and keep those submits open, darlings.

And I'll probably do this until I can't take it anymore.

Though if you have something in mind, send me an ask. K thankies.

EDIT: This will close at 2,500 cause if I wanna get to everyone then I gotta stop it at a certain point.

[dumplingnooona]

#Helen deserved better 2k15

[themaybug]

stannis baratheon is a busy man, he is a king, THE one true king, there is definitely no time for him to be looking at cat videos, he definitely does not enjoy cat videos, davos showed him a cat video once and he HATED it and definitely didn’t go looking for more

[three-fold-symmetry]

Alright, went in to get vaccinated with a migraine, got a fever on top, decided to cope by greatly disrespecting my favourite character, voilà.

Here's the meme template and the creator's twitter

[lover-of-mine]

Eddie and Ana/Buck and Natalia parallels.

Alternative title: ♪ I think I've seen this film before ♪

[searchinmysoul]

Supergirl meets Mean Girls

How do I even begin to explain Cat Grant?

[studioboner]

i should be asleep

[apatite2]

Just saw on the local news that Georgia State Representative, Gerald Greene, was shot in the leg yesterday. Sad. Now here’s the kicker.

He was shot at an adult entertainment place AKA STRIP CLUB while he was with a prostitute they say. A robber wanted money, he said no, got shot in the leg and then limped to the local liquor store for help. 

Oh and in his car? He was carrying government money for the victims from those hellish storms we had nearby this past week. Here’s a link!

Now this is the same guy that criminalizes prostitutes in our state and talks about family values while voting against laws to actually help women.

So he says prostitution is bad... And then he is caught trying to pay a woman for sex... At a strip club...

[ithelpstodream]

there was art on the top of my car this morning ❄

[bittersweetart]

I'm having a bit of a shitty life at the moment, and I hate to do this, but I have to ask for some help.

As some of you know, I lost my job a while ago, and haven't been able to find a new one. This autumn I was also diagnosed with diabetes and Hasimotos disease, on top of my already existing conditions, which means even more medication and new special dietary needs. These past two months have been a bitch, to put it mildly. I've been forced to sublet my flat for a year, and move back in with my parents. At 36 it's not an ideal situation, even though I am very grateful that I have family that will help me. In the middle of all this my sister in law's father died, a close family friend who was only one year older than me also passed away suddenly, my grandmother had a heart attack and although she recovered (thank god) it was a really hard time. Also, one of the family cats had kittens (as I have no doubt you've all seen), one of which we had to bottle feed every other hour 24/7. Miranda passed away two days ago. During all this, I've also had to make the moving from my flat and cleaning it out happen, mostly by train as, the family was busy with everything else that's been going on. I haven't slept more than an hour a night for almost two months, I've cried so much my eyes hurt and I'm completely dehydrated and I have bruises all over my body from carrying and pushing things around. I haven't been able to breathe and I've just wanted to give up completely, at least once a day, five times a night. 

Long story short: it's all been shit. 

Hopefully the worst is over now though. Gran's home from the hospital and doing better. I have cleaned out the flat and turned over the keys. Miranda's still gone and it breaks my heart every time I think of her, but the other three kittens are doing great. I have managed to get rid of most of my costs, by renting out the flat, and I luckily get some things for free by living with the parents, but some things remain. And this is why I'm making this post. I need money for my medicine, remaining bills and train tickets to occassionaly get back into town. Also, as I've recently lost 40 lbs, a few clothing items would be needed, but not absolutely necessary. 

I'm opening up comissions (of sorts), and also taking special orders on crocheted animals/figures or whatever you want. Just a few things: You might be aware that I have an Etsy shop - this is not it. In the Etsy shop I have two co-workers, this is me alone, in private. I can therefore not use the yarn and stuff we've bought for the company, but I have a huge stash of my own and all trimmings and stuff I need for a figure is also bought privately. 

Examples of crochet:

I am currently working on a red Smaug version of the dragon and a polar bear in about the same size.

(also, the sheep in the bg)

Examples of drawings:

A dragon like the one in the picture is ca 30 cm long and would be around $65, not including postage. The cake would be $30 and the bunny or the sheep $38. The bird and other smaller animals from $25. All requests are welcome.

Drawings $20-50, depending on what you want and how complicated. 

I kind of want to put up a donate button as well, but I don't know if I'm allowed? The paypal text is very confusing, and it has to be for a cause. Can I be a cause? Am I? Does anyone have any experience with this? Halp?

Send me an ask if you have questions or suggestions (or if you want to give me a job - that'd be the best). Even if you don't want to, or can't  commission anything yourself, a reblog would be greatly appreciated. 

<3

bittersweetart/bitterswede

ETA: Donation button up on the blog now. Thank you so much everyone for the help with that.

[zainclaw]

[whatiserin2]

What Does Folina Sahlo Mean?

Today Tyler was asked about the elusive phrase, Folina Sahlo in a reddit AMA. He said “it's what we cry out in TRENCH when we are in need.” I had a few theories going - maybe an anagram, maybe something that makes more sense if sung in a round. After some screaming in three different chat rooms, here's what I've got:

If Folina Sahlo (or Sahlo Folina) is something you cry out in Trench, then it's “the sound you make when in between two places.” 

When Tyler first sings the line, it's with his voice alone. He's just got done talking about his revelations about how the fire Dema is “heatless;” it lacks true substance and meaning (unlike the torches and campfires of the Banditos). His mind feels trapped like neon gas in a tube- gas which in nature always tries to expand, but can't here. He's also not sure whether he should fight his fears (over his revelations, over the thought of escaping, over himself?) or believe them, “but either way it helps to hear the words bounce off of you.” This brilliant line has 2 interpretations:

It's about us, the clique, singing his words back at him in concert. It helps him, provides some validation.

In Trench, it's a call for help, meant to be answered by any Bandito who hears it. It's a rally cry of support. If you yell it out, and get an answer, it means that you're not alone. Kind of like wolves howling.

The amazing part of this is that these two meanings converge- we are the Banditos. Tyler calls out to us and we sing back, telling him he's not alone.

The song illustrates this by transitioning from Tyler singing solo to be joined (first by Josh's drums, aww) and then by a growing chorus of other voices. The next time this musical theme is visited in the album is Leave the City, where it's done even more deliberation and build; Tyler sings “In Trench I'm not alone. These faces facing me they know... what I mean.”

Sahlo Folina isn’t a real phrase, it’s an echo of one. Even if it’s an anagram or a word in Somali, what it MEANS doesn't matter. It's the fact that Tyler calls, and the Banditos answer. WE answer. 

I know, it’s a kitchen sink thing, I’m sorry! But if you’re not satisfied, please just imagine Tyler singing Folina Sahlo for their live show, and us, who also find ourselves in between two places, echoing it back.

[magpiepills]

Another Kind of Hunger

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x hot 20 year old

Word count: 230

Summary: Joel is a dirty talker

Warnings: I don’t even know what to say. Writer Typist has a fever.

A word from the author: Jesus Christ.

“You want this beefaroni baby? Want me to stuff my big meaty noodle in your little ravioli until you sauce all over me?”

Joel’s hips moved faster, encouraged by her slick squelching sounds and warm, willing hole.

“You’re so juicy. You wanted this beefaroni didn’t you? So hot for me.”

Joel’s boots slipped against the soft earth as he bucked his hips wildly, jeans around his knees, steadying himself against his truck. He grunted and tipped his head back, bouncing his thick, graying curls in the silvery moonlight.

Screech owls in the distant treetops didn’t stop his determined rutting.

“Gettin so close, baby. Where do ya want it? Inside? You want to get filled up like a dirty girl?”

Joel’s fists flexed and the coil in his belly grew tighter as he approached his release.

“Tightest little ravioli I ever had. Look at ya, you got me covered. You love gettin my big beefaroni.”

He sneered and his leg twitched and his orgasm wracked his body. White heat seared behind his eyes and he spilled his thick load, cock rammed deep into the tight little 20 year old can of Chef Boyardee ravioli,

The lonesome man used a rumpled t shirt, borrowed from Bill’s supplies to clean the sauce and semen from his groin, licking an errant drop from his hand.

Joel would once again go to bed hungry, but not unsatisfied, finally able to sleep.

@for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @gasolinerainbowpuddles

[anniviech]

[caustic-light]

I am not a big fan of that post that’s going around saying “intrusive thoughts aren’t bad because your intrusive thoughts are the thing you hate most, not something you like” because that is a very judgy and reductionist way of looking at things.

You have no obligation to hate something you have intrusive thoughts about and for many people intrusive thoughts can represent a part of themselves that they don’t hate and that it would be unhealthy to hate.

Intrusive thoughts don’t make you a bad person because thought crime doesn’t exist, and no matter how you stand towards the things you have intrusive thoughts about doesn’t matter because thoughts are not and never will be actions. You do not need to hate your intrusive thoughts to be secure in not acting on them. Learning that your own decision making stands between thought and action is imo a much more empowering thing to focus on than telling others (or yourself) that it’s ok bc you actually hate thing you have thoughts about.