bittenred
Anonymous asked:
SCREAMS ARE YOU ??? SRS RN
bittenred
Anonymous asked:
idk how to get them on my laptop ;A; or where to. but if u have recs i’d love them bc honestly i enjoy myself too much
chocmarss
vanilla107
i almost broke my neck
if one more soggy toilet paper roll tries to convince me im being oppressed i will personally send you a frozen turkey so that your mom can cook it and you can eat it and then you can watch it go through your entire digestive tract since your head is conveniently shoved so far up your ass that you have a great view of your colon
Only someone who is being oppressed would respond in such a way.
whats your address & is your oven working? asking for a friend
What about the women who would be mutilated or killed?
what about them? how are the people being mutilated or killed relevant to this post?? im talking about a piece of fabric and you’re talking about isis lmao??? unless a piece of fabric will come to life and kill me as i put it on my head, the only thing you should be saying is your address
miraculer
Anonymous asked:
I WISH I COULD REBLOG IT WITH THE TAGS BUT IT’S A DAMN CHAT POST SSHAJGJHGHJ i did this to myself
miraculer
Anonymous asked:
i just looked him up
doesnt look like my type
chocmarss
joannekingisjoking
Anonymous asked:
geekremix answered:
Sometimes I wonder what my great grandfather was thinking when he was forced to burn and bury his japanese heirlooms, and watch his family get put in concentration camps. While the rest of his family burned in a nuclear fire.
And if he could guess that white weeboos will one day be wearing kimonos and holding katanas, while telling his great grandchildren how to say their own names.
Do you think he would think the world unfair? That the people who took everything from him, got to wear his inheritance?
chocmarss
vanilla107
Reminder to self:
Your writing seems boring and predictable because
A person who has never read it before does not have this problem.
Great encouragement for writers
Pass it on
miraculer
confusedhandbag submitted:
It was a quiet night in Paris. The stars glistened overhead, barely visible through all the light pollution the city was putting out. Chat Noir sat on a rooftop, staring into the darkness, seemingly lost in thought. So lost, in fact, that he didn’t even notice Ladybug sit down next to him.
“Hey, Chat,” She said, swinging her legs over the edge. The words startled the boy so much, he almost fell off the building. A grin soon appeared on his face as he tried to cover up his mishap.
“Hello, my lady,” he replied. “What are you doing up here?”
“I saw you up here, and I thought something might be going on.”
“Nothing is going on, not anything bad,” Chat smiled at her, but she could easily see the sadness behind it.
“What’s wrong?” Immediately, her expression changed. She leaned in closer, as if examining him to figure out the source of his sadness.
“Don’t worry about me,” he sighed, and tried to flash another grin at her, but Ladybug wasn’t buying it.
“I always worry about you. Now tell me what’s wrong.” Her eyes were filled with concern, and Chat Noir knew arguing was pointless.
“It’s me. Me when I’m not Chat. The me you don’t know.” Chat sighed again, looking down. He swallowed heavily before continuing. “I feel so… trapped. I’m told what to do, what to eat, how to dress, and basically everything else.“
Ladybug put a hand on his shoulder, and scooted a little closer to him. "What about your friends?"
Chat Noir shook his head sadly. "I’m friendly with everyone, but I really only have one friend.”
“I know the feeling. I only hang out with one other person, too. In fact, my best friend is the girl who runs the Ladyblog!” Ladybug said, immediately regretting it. Why would she talk about herself? She was so busy mentally kicking herself, she didn’t even notice Chat Noir’s head shoot up.
“What did you say?” His voice was urgent, and very unexpected.
“The Ladyblog. You don’t know what it is?” Ladybug asked, confused.
“Of course I know what it is. I also know that it’s run by a girl in my class."
Ladybug stopped at stared at him for a long time before responding. "That’s not possible. She’s in my class.” Chat Noir looked at her with such skepticism and disbelief that she felt the need to defend herself. “Alya, the girl who runs it, she’s in my class!”
“Alya’s in my class, Ladybug.” Chat said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.
Ladybug bit down on her tongue to stop a scream from escaping her mouth. Her whole body went on defense mode. She went rigid and leaned away from Chat Noir, trying not to let her face give away the fact that she was freaking out.
“I sit pretty much right in front of her,” he went on, mostly to himself. “Her best friend is…” He stopped and looked at her as if truly seeing her for the first time. Ladybug contemplated whether or not just flinging herself off the building would be a better idea. "Marinette?“
ruinedchildhood