macrolit:

Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen vintage paperback classics by D.H. Lawrence, Harper Lee, Franz Kafka, George Eliot, Fyodor Dostoevsky, and others! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D

To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on April 8, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!



Anonymous asked:
If pedophiles don't belong in the lgbtq community then where do they belong?

reaganrizzley:

Prison.


thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

miketooch:

notkingkong:

this gets funnier every year 

The year is 2042. Your daughter is awkwardly silent as she eats her dinner. “Something wrong sweetie?” She sighs and puts down her fork. “I was digging really deep in AO3 last night…Why didn’t you finish that coffee shop au?” It happened. Your past has come back to haunt you. Nay, it never truly left.

U CANNOT OUTRUN UR CRIME


edens-blog:

marshmallowmachinegun:

officialwhitegirls:

catbountry:

lafranziska:

heteromale:

god-is-prochoice:

cherthefashionista:

Today someone told me about how their sister used to work in a hospital that provided abortions. She said that she could hear the aborted babies,that hadn’t died yet, crying in the trash cans. If there was ever a reason to be prolife this is it. Because no child should be thrown out with the trash.

That person fucking lied to you.

my cousin used to work in a hospital that provided abortions and the walls would OOZE GREEN SLIME 

Fun fact: In my first year at college, I overheard a conversation in the student lounge where a girl was saying she was pro-life because she heard that abortions are done by pouring acid in the uterus and the fetus literally tries to run away. I tried really hard not to laugh.

I heard abortions are performed by funneling in rabid wolverines into the uterus.

It’s true, my dad works for Abortendo.

they also forgot to tell you the part about how the nurses have a basketball shootout with them and yell “kobe” everytime they get one in the trash

Abortions are preformed by smaller highly trained babies who sneak inside, befriend the fetus, learn their secrets and fears, and then betray them.

it’s true I was the nurse


bobafettishism:

I’m a teacher and today two new students signed up at my school - three year old identical twin boys. Their names are Sora and Riku.

That generation is here.

It begins.


karmaalma:

You’re right. Light and Darkness are eternal. Nothing probably goes forever, too. But, guess what Xemnas? That doesn’t mean YOU’RE eternal!


Anonymous asked:
like your blog but no offense how are you on Tumblr in ur late 20s?

elodieunderglass:

skywalkerapologist:

Good question anon! Here’s my secret: the old folks home lets us out for an hour of water aerobics every day and while the other residents are huffing and puffing like a bunch of suckers I’m off to the side of the pool with everything I need for posting quality content to Tumblr Dot Com.

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I’ve been on tumblr since 2010, so it’s more a case of “why haven’t the current crop of youngsters invented something cooler than Tumblr to go populate, leaving us wizened old crones here, to wallow in the complex and well-matured ecosystem of filth we have created”


darthkyros:

johnnythewolfkid13:

reallyelegantsharkfish:

avengerblogging:

via Dorkly

i just had some serious realizations here people

Haha so true

I am crying at how actually realistic this is. If a single comic could describe my life. This one.


nikolasdraperivey:

“DON’T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE YOU…”

Sora (or Sky)

I told myself I wasn’t going to do this because it felt like something that was forbidden territory, and I didn’t think it would work, but surprisingly his design came naturally to me. (Especially the hair). After receiving an influx of messages asking me to do my take on Sora (AND I MEAN A LOT OF MESSAGES) I figured I’d at least try it. So here he is. I based this outfit of the “World Of Final Fantasy” and “KH 3D” outfit. Yes, you can cosplay as this and yes I’m doing Riku and Kairi and a few others later. Don’t worry. Mkay. Back to work.

I wanted to show that you can put POC (Especially black people) in these kinds of stories and still get the same effect. It’s really not as hard as people think and it can be done without making them stereotypes or tropes. The “Key” is to have a love and appreciation for the core of who the character is. The essence of who they are.

In this drawing, Sora reminds me of my little brother, Julius. Its probably because of how warm his personality is and how much he doesn’t hold grudges and has a genuine love for people. Like Sora, He’s playful, but he’s got a lot of wisdom for his age. There’s an innocence to him, that I feel is prevalent here. I guess I subconsciously ended up drawing that here. Now that I think about it, He’s 13 going on 14 years old now, which is the age of Sora in the 1st KH. So maybe that’s why…. He’s also is a big KH fan himself. (That’s my fault) I guess, I’m doing this for him too.

And Yes, you can cosplay as this and yes I’m doing Riku and Kairi and a few others later. Don’t worry. Mkay. I’m rambling. Back to work!


asterein:

“I’ve always been a tech junkie. It’s how I connected with the world. But for the first time, I feel connected to everything.”



Shoegazing - by Cream Pudding.  Archive of Our Own

creamypudding:

A link to my fic.

Title: Shoegazing
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts -  Modern AU
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 27/27
Word Count: 226,518

Summary: Roxas was forever looking down, avoiding the world. Until one day an insistent pair of shoes refuses to be ignored. What follows can only be described as reckless, weird and bizarre. But Roxas can’t look away from the glorious redhead who forces his way into Roxas’ life.

What happens if you get in way, way too deep and want more from something which was only ever supposed to be a bit of fun?


Chapter 1 - The Daily Grind

He had lived in this city for almost five months. He was getting used to the early and long commute from his tiny apartment, at one end of the vast city, to where his work’s office building stood, at the other end of the subway line.

It was always the same old routine.

He would wake to the tiny and desperately pained blaring of his phone, as it screeched at him to ‘get the fuck up’. And he did. He would rise, throw off his multitude of covers and hastily throw on a thick woolly bathrobe over his heavy fleece pajamas, before stumbling and stalking into the bathroom down the hall. His goal was always the same; a hot shower.

Roxas was always atrociously cold. Never more so than when he woke from his deep slumber.

No matter the season, the chill never left his bones. Hands like icicles, numb toes, his skin frosty to the touch. The way the hairs on his arms always stood on end - so desperate to trap any pockets of lukewarm air against his skin - proved a constant reminder of how screwed up his body was.

But Roxas just took it, for this was Roxas’ normalcy. He got used to living his life as if encased in a fridge. His friends sometimes appreciated it on hot summer days. They would use him like an ice pack. So Roxas could at least concede that he was useful in some ways.

Nothing had ever helped. His parents had taken him to specialists, had his blood tested, gotten all his levels checked, made sure he ate well. The doctors called it ‘poor circulation’. His veins too thin and small. His heart too cool and calm.

‘Cool and calm’ - Ha! What a joke that was. Roxas had one of the worst tempers of all the people he knew, but anyway…

By all other accounts Roxas was fine though. There was nothing medically wrong with him.

Since medical science found nothing abnormal, Roxas was happy to draw his own conclusions. He always enjoyed blaming his brother.

“You stole all the warmth from me in the womb”.

But Ventus, his identical twin, always just grinned back at him and claimed it as being his ‘birthright’ on accounts of having been born first. Those thirteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds in delay were possibly the most irritating minutes in Roxas’ life. Far too many of their brotherly arguments seemed to come down to who was first and who had been unfortunate enough to be last. Not second. No. But last.

Despite everything Roxas did miss his brother. They were close. They had shared their entire lives together after all. Even before they were ever truly alive. But life had also changed Roxas and how he felt about people. He would never admit to the world how much he actually missed Ventus sometimes.

Keep Reading on Ao3


m-issevil:

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Bonus:

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I actually felt a little betrayed because the person from who I reblogged it first didn’t post all the pictures, so here it is, for your appreciation. 

Credit: 微博 id:鴨貝貝拥抱② . Took from here.


constable-frozen:

Disney Classic Stories: Moana