#old tumblr post

[going-to-superhell]

Bitches used to form their personality on this post, it’s me I’m bitches

[vxmorpheus]

Someone help me find something, please it's driving me crazy

A long time ago on Tumblr (and I mean maybe between 6 to 10 years ago) there was a post that came across my dash. It talked about an island that was much like Atlantis but it was near America I think... it also started with the letter A....... I'm pretty sure.... I can't, for the life of me, remember the name of it.

Altaria?

Astoria?

Astaria?

Something

Please I'm begging for help

[noleftexit]

They didn’t hear the cheers at midnight They didn’t even hear the fireworks Up on the top floor of the old five-story London town house The party downstairs didn’t exist The door of that tiny bathroom was locked and all they could hear was themselves Her head knocking against the mirror While she rustled his hair as he licked her thigh His firm slap on her ass As her hands slid down the tiled walls Her heels catching the bottles and soaps

When he held her legs open His groan as she gasped Pure animal instinct took over Hungry for each other like it was the end of the world Back scratched and teeth bites like ownership branding Both left panting on the floor too engrossed to untangle themselves from one another The air had changed in the room It was calling for more They hadn’t finished with each other yet.

[Knock at the door]

“Are you coming downstairs sis, you’re missing all the fun?”

“One second Rachel, ok?”

“We should do that again sometime, maybe next New Year’s Eve when you’re back in town?” she grinned as she slid her skirt back up her legs. “It’s Matt, right?!”

“I’ll make sure your sister invites me to her next party” he replied as he lent over to kiss her cheek while a firm hand squeezed her ass

[inanopenrelationshipwithdeath]

come on let’s make this happen guys

[angrypeacepoetry]

[clearcutcasualty]

“Do you think seahorses write fpreg” and the many other riveting things my friend texts me right before I go to work

[shotgunyuri]

“Good luck. And DON’T fuck it up.”

[bonersniper]

your man thinks onions should be incarcerated for 5-10 years

[proselles]

alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.

he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.

the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.

[bioshzrd]

this random ass guy who’s entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever

[illufinch]

they should let me design a miku figurine

[othemisto]

Tumblr exists. Doodles below cut :P

[noirandchocolate]

‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead. 'She cares about 'em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant. Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again…. We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!' Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words. 'The…soul…and…CENTER!’ Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling. 'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!' She sniffed. 'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy, people is hard.’ She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again. 'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.

--Terry Pratchett, "A Hat Full of Sky"

[mjulmjul]

Hello listeners.

[monstermonger]

Dragonsong War

[umblrspectrum]

"smaller mass" you say