Wittol Piece of Poo Poo

I have waited ALL FUCKING YEAR TO POST THIS

me: *tucks in shirt*

me: *rolls up sleeves*

me:

This is the outline of my bedroom, with approximate furniture. Information I might not want handed out to the government or corporations or whatever. Not even including dubious terrain like rugs and clutter:

Here’s what a roomba, at floor level, with clutter and obstructions and stuff-under-stuff might be able to ‘map’ as navigable area:

may 1, 2008

dear diary, 

neil is the worst fucking thing to ever happen to me. here’s a list of things i hate about him and reasons why he’s the worst. 

the way his stupid sparkly blue eyes look when he talks about exy. i have never described anything as sparkly in my entire life.

his smile. it’s too fucking bright

i hate his goddamn mouth 

especially when it’s open and words are coming out

his ass and his thighs are way too unreal, i don’t believe it

his stupid fucking auburn hair and the way it curls around his goddamn ears. fuck you neil

that godforsaken orange bandana he always wears to keep it pushed back

his freckles are annoying and i hate them 

he sometimes has a british accent and he sounds pretentious as fuck and not attractive at all, i have to kiss him just to shut him up

the fact that he’s three inches taller than me and he has to lean down to kiss me is disgusting 

so is the way he grabs my fucking chin

i fucking hate that orange is his favorite color and i will kill him in his sleep when he’s wearing his dumb orange pajamas

he never says no

he calls me drew all the time. where did he even get it from. fuck off

he won’t stop antagonizing people on live tv and it will get him killed someday and i’ll have to kill whoever’s killing him, the thought alone is exhausting

every time i willingly say the word exy he looks like he wants to make out with me. what is wrong with him.

he wakes me up every time he goes for a run at the asscrack of dawn and he kisses my forehead when i tell him to fuck off and i want to punch him

every time i stop a goal during a game he gives me this motherfucking look and if he doesn’t stop i will gut him

he doesn’t like ice cream but he buys it all the time and our freezer is stocked with it. i don’t know what kind of game he thinks he’s playing but he can stop right now

his goddamn fucking neck fetish.

neil abram josten is a jackass and he has ruined my life and i’m stuck with him forever now because apparently i was cursed by some unknown entity. anyway i have to go because he just came home from class and the demon in control of my body says i have to go kiss him. i hate my life.

-women being masculine

- people not wanting to have sex and/or romantic relationships

- fat people being able to exist in public and get proper medical care

- no makeup or high heels required for employment

- people not knowing how to speak English

- the concept of people of colour in positions of power and high levels of education

- assault victims being believed and treated with compassion

- genderfluid, genderflux, and genderqueer people

- male rape victims being believed and treated with compassion

- bisexual and pansexual people married and still have their sexuality be seen as valid

- people not wanting to get married while still having the same level of love for each other as any other healthy married couple

- trans kids

- transitioning

- inter racial relationships

- ace/aro people

- MEN SHOWING EMOTIONS AND BEING COMPASSIONATE

(Real pen the last picture)

It is important for EVERYONE to know how to help ANYONE. Not everyone can give them selves their medicine under every circumstance. Be educated, help out.

2020′s Top Music Groups

We only had five seconds of summer this year, an all-time low. There’s been a little mix of panic at not being able to hit the disco, but the cure is on the horizon, there’s only one direction now, and it’s onwards, upwards! 

My Chemical Romance +5

Queen -1

WayV -1

5 Seconds of Summer -1

One Direction

Gorillaz +2

The Beatles +2

CNCO +5

The Mechanisms

Twenty One Pilots -6

Ghost +4

Lemon Demon +8

Fall Out Boy -2

The 1975 -2

Rammstein -1

Greta Van Fleet +1

Little Mix -1

Paramore +3

Dir En Grey

The Amazing Devil

Nirvana +6

Hatari -12

All Time Low +16

Led Zeppelin +2

Green Day +4

Slipknot +8

Guns N’ Roses

Arctic Monkeys -4

Florence + the Machine -7

Pink Floyd +2

Mystery Skulls -8

Chloe X Halle

Nogizaka46 +7

Coldplay +4

Panic! At The Disco -10

Bastille -6

Mötley Crüe -18

Muse -3

K/DA -21

Metallica -3

Jonas Brothers -34

The Cure

AKB48

Brockhampton -13

True Damage

Fleetwood Mac

The Smiths

Depeche Mode

The Neighbourhood

Bring Me the Horizon -14

@ridzakun inspired this fic with some fantastic art that you can find here 

“You know, if you wanted to learn how to be better at volleyball, you could have just asked me, Takeru.” Oikawa poked his nephew in the arm. “I am one of the best volleyball players, like, ever.”

Takeru rolled his eyes. “You didn’t volunteer as a volleyball tutor with my school.”

“Yeah, but you could have just asked me instead of getting a tutor.”

“I already told you, I didn't choose to have a tutor. He was assigned. It’s a mentorship program. It’s not my problem you didn’t volunteer.”

“But you didn’t even tell me about the program! How was I supposed to know to volunteer?” Oikawa whined.

“Don’t be a baby, Uncle Tooru.” They were almost to the gym. “Besides, Sugawara-san knew about the program.”

Oikawa stuck his tongue out at Takeru.

Takeru did it right back.