Chinadoll Belle

coelasquid:

nanibgal:

howardhill101:

amymexy:

mr-egbutt:

ascenti:

totallyfubar:

paragonpostcards:

helioscentrifuge:

Sorry not sorry.

The men of tumblr unite. Because this is more than fighting the patriarchy, this is fighting for the voice of the people.

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*Phone rings*

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THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THE PATRIARCHY WAS UP TO?

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I’M ON MY WAY.

*Banana Rings*

Who is this how did you get this numb—THE PATRIARCHY IS DOING WHTA

SAVE SOME PATRIARCH BLOOD FOR US

3:01PM SYDNEY TIME

Hello?

Patriarchy WHAT?!

AW HELL NO

I’M COMIN YOU MOTHERFUCKERS I DON’T EVEN CARE IF THEY DON’T LET ME ON A PLANE

Fucking bro strider come out!! Omg HAHAHAAH I love theses guys

Meanwhile In England……


"Jolly great bit of Tea"

-Phone Rings- 

"THE PATRIARCHY DOING WHAT!?!!?!?!"

"Those Bloody Wankers!!!!!!"

"It Looks Like Tea Time Is Going To Have To Wait"

"It’s A Jolly Good Thing I kept My Old Equipment…."

"All Right Old Chaps, Im On My Way!!!"

"TALLY-HO!!!!!"

I just reblogged this, but IT GOT BETTER.

I almost started crying at that last guy.

(via ladyshashan)

Nigel Farage doesn’t want Romanian neighbours due to a traumatic incident he had with his last lot.

I was complaining about the heat and asked (without thinking) when winter was coming.
I should have known better,

I was complaining about the heat and asked (without thinking) when winter was coming.

I should have known better,

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

AU where Charles and Erik got married and were a really funny, mischievous old married couple that did stupid shit to pass the time, playing pranks on each other and one of the students steps into the bathroom wanting to run a bath to find Professor X dressed as a lobster in the tub.
"Professor…?"
"Ah, yes, Jamie, Mr Lehnsherr has been up to his tricks again. Could you find a member of staff to help me out, please?"

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

AU where Charles and Erik got married and were a really funny, mischievous old married couple that did stupid shit to pass the time, playing pranks on each other and one of the students steps into the bathroom wanting to run a bath to find Professor X dressed as a lobster in the tub.

"Professor…?"

"Ah, yes, Jamie, Mr Lehnsherr has been up to his tricks again. Could you find a member of staff to help me out, please?"

(Source: digg, via ladyshashan)

I can’t go on. I’m sorry. I’m a piece of shit, a worthless piece of shit. I have hurt so many people and so many people hate me, but no one can hate me more than I hate myself.

I’m a slut, I’m a whore. I am a liar, I am stupid, I am thick, I am dirty, disgusting, I should have died years ago.

I can’t keep living like this, I hate it. I hate having empathy for people, I hate having dreams and hopes and feelings. Nothing good comes from them. I will never be a writer, I will never be successful, I will never level up in cheerleading. I’m shit. Im shit at everything.

All I wanted from life was to write and cheer. Is that so much to ask? I can’t even get happy for practice or competition. The life has been sucked from me, I am empty, dead inside. Something inside me is broken. It was dodgy for a while but now I’m broken. Truly fucked up. The only thing I’ll be killing is my physical body, the rest of me has already gone. I’m tired, I’m so tired of this war going on inside me and with other people. It’s been about fifteen years since it started and it will remain forever so.

So I’m sorry, I’m letting you down. Please, try to understand and forgive me. I’m scared, I’m so so scared.

I’m in the mood to watch a romance film set in the 19th (or earlier) century about gay lovers.

Does anybody have any recommendations?

pembroke:

i put my andalite toile up at society6, so here’s your chance to get some cool shit with it before i decide what else i want to have it printed on for AX!

these are perfect. guh.

(via spurlunk)

Not long ago I did a ‘Spirit Of Asgard: Team Loki Tricksters’ bow/makeup/outfit. So now I’ve done ‘Spirit Of Asgard: Team Thor Thunderbolts’ bow/makeup/outfit. Only seemed fitting :-) I’ve got an X-Men one planned, as well as the other Avengers. Dream big, eh?

maddylouboo:

My dad bought these and he was super excited about the new flavor, which is actually really tasty. But it’s funny because I know when he read the flavor he didn’t actually translate those words. He just read it in English, like I’m sure a lot of white people in the store did, and understood them as exotic words in his existing English vocabulary, not what they actually are. “Wow, queso fiesta! How spicy. Those look good.” When he was eating them this morning and I saw the bag and I couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t see what was so funny, so I pointed out to him that they’re literally called cheese party. CHEESE PARTY. that’s fucking funny. I don’t think that name would ever fly in English—they just took some words that are recognizable as Spanish to non Spanish speakers and put them on the bag. And it is actually an accurate name. Like Cody said, eating them is a lot like a cheese party in your mouth. But…cheese party. FUCKING CHEESE PARTY.

 I only glanced through this at first and got so confused because I thought your dad was excited about goldfish-flavoured crackers.

Reading is important, kids.

But when I read it properly I sent it to my mate in Mexico who used to be the teaching assistant in my sixth form (he’s now an English teacher in Mexico) and he’s just weeing himself at ‘white people and their cheese parties’.

maddylouboo:

My dad bought these and he was super excited about the new flavor, which is actually really tasty. But it’s funny because I know when he read the flavor he didn’t actually translate those words. He just read it in English, like I’m sure a lot of white people in the store did, and understood them as exotic words in his existing English vocabulary, not what they actually are. “Wow, queso fiesta! How spicy. Those look good.” When he was eating them this morning and I saw the bag and I couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t see what was so funny, so I pointed out to him that they’re literally called cheese party. CHEESE PARTY. that’s fucking funny. I don’t think that name would ever fly in English—they just took some words that are recognizable as Spanish to non Spanish speakers and put them on the bag. And it is actually an accurate name. Like Cody said, eating them is a lot like a cheese party in your mouth. But…cheese party. FUCKING CHEESE PARTY.

I only glanced through this at first and got so confused because I thought your dad was excited about goldfish-flavoured crackers. Reading is important, kids. But when I read it properly I sent it to my mate in Mexico who used to be the teaching assistant in my sixth form (he’s now an English teacher in Mexico) and he’s just weeing himself at ‘white people and their cheese parties’.

arrowheadbball23 said: What's the most uncomfortable leotard you've ever worn?!

Jesus, I actually can’t remember you know. I think there was one, it was like…blakc with rainbow tiger stripes. gorgeous but a little stiff.