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“Where’s my cake?!”
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what have I done
THERE WENT MY DRINK
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One must always reblog when fandoms save each other
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i miss you ... father.
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The Melancholy of Becca.: Here are the Lies I've Told my Children →
Between 0-2 years:
You’re so sleepy. You will go to sleep now. All humans fall asleep by midnight. All of them. If you go to sleep now, I will pay for you through university. If you keep crying, I will actually die. Daddy can do this better than Mummy. Isn’t it…
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omfg i just opened itunes and SOMEONE DID THIS TO MY 1D PLAYLIST
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“Papa?”
“Yes?”
“Are we a family?”
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to hear it from the source.
“Of course,” Papa responded, with the same certainty he’d give a diagnosis.
“That’s not what Henri Jourdain next door said…”
“Ozornaya!” Papa exclaimed. “Already talking with boys.”
“He says it’s not the same.” I played with his tie. “Because you and Daddy are men.”
Papa was silent for what seemed like hours.
I moved quickly to reason through it. “But Mr. Jourdain gives Mrs. Jourdain after-dinner kisses…” I posited - “… and you give Daddy after-dinner kisses.”
“That’s right,” Papa responded, the smile gone from his face.
“So I don’t understand!” I insisted.
I waited for an explanation with facts. Data. The way I’d come to expect I’d learn from him. But this time he smoothed my hair back, took a breath and continued down the hall.
“Henri is wrong.”
Just like that. He was wrong. No doubt. No attempt to replicate the results. Total certainty of error.
“So does that make Daddy Mrs. Razdelnikov, or you Mrs. Sapphire?”
“Come on, milaya. Time for bed.”
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so I checked my school’s online gradebook and I’m pretty sure that there is something fishy going on with my history grades
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Pictures from Iron Man 3
I have no idea what is going on but I think I like it.
It is what happens when Captain America and Iron Man do their laundry in the same load.
OH MY GOD
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Why people love Loki more than Thor
How Thor asks to borrow your horse:
How Loki asks to borrow your horse:
Case closed.
…BUT WHAT IS LOKI GONNA DO WITH THAT HORSE??
*chokes*
OH GOD.
no
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Update: 11 year old trans girl lost appeal →
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
Seriously people…
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
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The Feed: Tears, Mud, and Blood: A Story of Motherly Love →
Little Sean was dead. Heather, his mother, had only heard a squeal followed by a tapping through the ceiling. Heather rushed upstairs to see Susie standing over her toddler brother, covered in splatters of red, clutching a dripping knife. Heather couldn’t breath. Her blood ran cold. Sean had holes…
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