torozo:

idk i just rly like jade

torozo:

idk i just rly like jade

trickstersgambit:

22-07-2009:

aimlessme:

amoying:

archaeology:

Ancient Puppy Paw Prints Found on Roman Tiles

i got really happy about this and then i was like “this dog is probably dead” and now i am crying

Probably dead

Probably

There’s hope, apparently.

trickstersgambit:

22-07-2009:

aimlessme:

amoying:

archaeology:

Ancient Puppy Paw Prints Found on Roman Tiles

i got really happy about this and then i was like “this dog is probably dead” and now i am crying

Probably dead

Probably

There’s hope, apparently.

theendis-nigh:

thunderupton:

I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone

THIS. THIS. FUCK.

Fake Geek Girl Alert!

lady-lucrezia:

So my second day in class some dude next to me notices my binder…

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"So, do you really play Assassin’s Creed?"

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bruh

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Bruh

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BRuh

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BRUh

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BRUH!

No. I’m just pretending I like it to get attention…

thestraggletag:

egobus:

I want a movie about greek gods where hades isn’t the antagonist

By all accounts the antagonist in every Greek Gods movie should be Zeus’s dick. Nothing else causes as much murder and mayhem.

I wish I could wake up as enthusiastic as PATD in the Nine in the Afternoon music video

Reblog if you’re a nobody on Tumblr but you’re still very proud of your blog.

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Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Anonymous

thefrogman:

Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

"It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive."

"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."

"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.

wiki-the-avatartimelord:

HE DOESN’T EVEN LOOK ASHAMEDHE’S JUST LIKEYEA, THAT’S ME, I DO THAT

wiki-the-avatartimelord:

HE DOESN’T EVEN LOOK ASHAMED

HE’S JUST LIKE
YEA, THAT’S ME, I DO THAT

nuclearcarrots:


drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was drythem good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryesingin’ this’ll be the day that i diethis’ll be the day that i die
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dave ugh why don’t you sing something less depressing
well rose you could just stop playing for him

nuclearcarrots:

drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
singin’ this’ll be the day that i die
this’ll be the day that i die

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dave ugh why don’t you sing something less depressing

well rose you could just stop playing for him

Real talk though, we need a Dirkjake paradox space comic

ariari-aa:

terezi bites her lollipops and no one can tell me otherwise

vriska’s probs the one taking the snapchats

Afina and Tooch - INDEMNITY DOUBLE REACHAROUND

celestialtoxophilite:

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Credits 

Inspector Berrybreath, Liaison Pumpkinsnuffle, Professor Pucefoot, Duke Pinesnort, and Senator Lemonsnout: Terezi Pyrope

Doctor Honeytongue: Dave Strider

All writing and art credits can be found at Paradox Space

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