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new concept: tumblr jail

if a post gains more than 20 notes it goes on trial to determine whether it’s problematic or not. then the op is given the death penalty

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Zoomed out while taking a picture of my Christmas tree

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wow i love stranger things 

strange omens gather at the end of the street

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THE RATATOUILLE ONE 

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These kids, oh my god! 😂 “Convert it into a decimal!” “NO, IT HAS TO BE A FRACTION MILLIE!” 😂

[Via Millie’s Instagram Story p1]

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just like i’m crying right now 

“He cried himself to sleep every night, you know.” 

Nancy mumbled her words as she sat down at the kitchen table, her shirt still drenched in sweat. El had closed the gate hours ago. It was 11 pm when Nancy left the cabin, and somehow the clock now read 3:17 . She couldn’t take her eyes off the steaming coffee cup in her hands, the black and brown spinning in the mug reminding her of that black mass in the cabin. Will was safe, that thing now far, far away. She pushed the thought out of her mind, sipping the bitter coffee that couldn’t be further from the sugary drinks she and Barb would get on the weekends. Nancy’s heart sank. Barb was gone and she wasn’t coming back. But tonight, she thought, hearing the subtle snores and soft breathing of the kids on the floor, everyone came home. She was thankful of that. Everyone was safe in the 3am quite.

Nancy stole a glance at the man sitting across the table, his head resting in his hand, his elbow perched at what Nancy could only assume to be an incredibly uncomfortable angle. He was staring the two figures on the sofa, so close together that it made their bodies nearly indistinguishable. Mike and El were asleep, her now cleaned and curly hair pressed gently on his chest, their hands clasped together in the front pocket of Jonathan’s old sweatshirt. They hadn’t left each other’s side: holding hands as Joyce washed her hair in the sink, helping her dig through the closet for a jacket that wasn’t covered in goo, sitting next to each other as they ate Eggos at midnight.

“I know,” Hopper said, his eyes never leaving the two kids on the sofa. 

The next safest place for El, Hopper supposed, after being hidden in the woods, was with the Wheeler kid. Being in Mikes arms, Hopper felt, was just an added bonus. Hopper remembered all the times he held her after she woke up crying. Those nights when she’d come back from the void. That one night she visited Mike on his birthday. Hopper hated seeing her like that. But now, Hopper thought, was the first time had seen El this calm, this happy, this safe. 

“She cried every night too.”

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I don’t care if I lose a thousand followers overnight, but if you think “tranny” or “shemale” are remotely acceptable ways to refer to a transgender person, please unfollow me.

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i didn’t even know it was from p+r i just started saying it and here i am

Can you believe that “Treat yo self” from Parks + Rec became so iconic that people now use it as an excuse to plunge themselves into debt

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when quality fandom blogs follow you and you’re just like are you sure

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*Mike and Eleven kiss*

Mike: Eleven kissed me!!

Dustin: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

Lucas: Let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips or was it like a… you know, I gotta have you now kinda thing?

Mike: Well, at first it was really intense you know and then. Ohhhh God and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Lucas: Okay so was she holding you? Or was her hands like on your back?

Mike: No actually… First, they started down on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

All: Ooooohhhhh

Eleven: And then I kissed him.

Max: Tongue?

Eleven: Yeah.

Max: Cool.

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Max: Who’s El?

Lucas: Oh no.

Mike: *pulling up his long ass powerpoint* Well, I’m glad you asked….

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when you're a taurus

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card of the day #1: Seven of Autumn Diligence. Slow but measurable progress. A foreseeable increase in income. Time for a little rest. Worrying for no reason.

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The best part about not having a gender is that every sort of attraction I feel is gay

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saw this in the bathroom of a restaurant in. i love the pacific northwest

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So ecstatic to see my best friend after 10 months!