Currently Reading: Code Name Verity, by Elizabeth Wein
The best super power ever has to be the power to refill things. Think about it, your glass is empty, refill it without getting up. Your bank account empty, power to refill it. Your bed is empty of a person of your preferred gender, refill it and have some fun.
At first I was all:
Well that’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.
But then I was all like:
GENIUS! PURE UNADULTERATED GENIUS!
person annoying you?
refill their bladder
so a guy gave his friend 10 puns hoping that one of them would make him laugh. sadly, no pun in ten did.
plot twist: a young man has always been raised by a single mother without a father, but it’s okay. he doesn’t need a “masculine” influence in his life—he doesn’t not need that “strong male figure”, that “strong male role model.” he can see the strength in his mother, she is his figure, always was, always will be. he has feminine aspects and masculine aspects. neither have to do with how he was raised or for his lack of a father figure. he is feminine and masculine because that’s who he is. he does not struggle with “what it means to be a man.” he knows what it means to be a man. to be a man is to be masculine. to be a man is to be feminine. to be a man is to be both. to be a man is to be neither. men come in all different shapes and sizes. there is every way to be a man. if you identify as a man, then you are a man. that’s it. he has a sense of who he is and turned out just fine without a “strong male figure” in his life. no one actually needs one.
In case you were wondering who the guy wearing the glasses in the famous selfie is, it’s Lupita Nyong’o’s brother, Peter.
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
I wonder if there’s any Flappy Bird fanfiction…
I think that’s enough adventure for today.
She really did ordered pizza lmao
that tip is awful i’m so PISSED
ugh i am still so pissed at this because someone tipped me $7.50 for biking 5-6 blocks w/ a sandwich and a drink that only cost $11.50 before the tip and like someone who makes more money than a person making minimum wage can’t even tip $20???
I could be wrong but I’m almost certain that $2 tip is an automatic gratuity and not an actual number millionaire superstar Ellen Degeneres typed into a website. If you think that pizza guy left the theatre with less than a grand in his pocket you are mistaken.
for the last time, Ellen borrowed Pharrell’s hat and went around collecting money from A-list actors for tips
THEY GAVE HIM THE TIP ON THE ELLEN SHOW IT WAS 1600 DOLLARS
TUMBLR STOP SEEING WRONG IN EVERYTHING
Said it before, saying it again… the Nogitsune is really fucking fed-up witih how stubborn this kid is about hanging on.
"You take the human without any training, they said. He’ll be easy to break, they said. Look at how pretty he is when he’s hurting, they said…" it mutters while trying to shove Stiles back into that tiny little compartment of his brain where the lost things go. All the while, Stiles is twisting and slipping out of his grip throwing things around in his own brain, and dodging behind piles of lasting but unimportant memories. (Who knew all those baseball statistics would actually be good for something, he thinks, watching the Nogitsune swearing as it trips over R.A. Dickey’s cummulative ERA with with Mets.) "
Happy Moonday Everyone !