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i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

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#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers
#when is chris evans not steve rogers though
#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for
I have
no idea
what youâre
talking about
i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this
apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this
sebâs the weird cousin
@justaweirdthoughtstuff
This is amazing oml
Sebâs the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience
@snowyseba This explains everything!
Iâve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.
I think you missed the other fanboyâŠ
Love this
Everybody says Seb isnât like Bucky⊠but he IS. Heâs Bucky without a mask on. Buckyâs always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if heâd had the chance to just ~be~.
UH THIS
Um weâre forgetting someoneâŠ
ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS
Not to forget our âWizardâ:
Aldjaksnana
Iâve found it. Iâve found the perfect post.
itâs on my dash jdnckdmd
these dorks lmaoo
I love everyone omg theyâre all so amazing???
Donât forget
Chris looks so hot in that first gif set
Omg I found THE original post! Holy shit Iâve only ever seen screenshots of this!
This post pops up on my dash every few months and I will never not reblog it.
( @shreddedparchment thought youâd appreciate the last gifâŠ)
I scrolled ALL the way through this, how cannot I not reblog? đ
Just because you did something wrong in the past doesnât mean you canât advocate against it now. It doesnât make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Donât let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.
Bruh. This needs to be a mandatory post on everybodyâs blog. Y'all really be pullin out decade old receipts like woah.
I canât believe they oblitered straight men like that
@tabbran please add lemon man story to this
PRESENTING LEMON MAN
That was a wild goddamn ride
god this was worth the read
Yes this is long but I promise you the story of lemon man is worth knowing. And reblogging.
What a ride
I summoned a shitload of willpower to continue this despite my ADD. WORTH IT
l e m o n m a n
Lemon man: ALL women and GAY MEN cannot do SHIT they are all USSELESS and yalls business will FAIL unless you have a MAN in CHARGE
jj: lmao what
Lemon man: what???? huh?????? u triggered?????????
jj: whatever you say lemon man
lemon man:
GOD TIER POST RIGHT HERE
Nice ending for thisâŠ
So long lemon man, weâll remember you in our dreams
g) all of the above except b.

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Why is it
That when a dog or other animal gets fat, theyâre cute and adorable and need to be cuddled. But when I do it Iâm a grotesque abomination that needs to be killed before I eat your family for an afternoon snack?
I feel attacked.
Tag yourself Iâm no worries
I am also no worries.
Im i understand
am I the only fool that types donât worry about it! Before they even respond though
Can you even imagine being the poor alien sod responsible for auditing an earthling spaceshipâs spending allowance? Like:Â
âI see, and why do you require many tubes of white plant flavoured paste?âÂ
âOh well, if we donât rub that on our teeth twice daily the bacteria living in my mouth will begin to devour me teeth.âÂ
ââŠNoted.âÂ
âI have also noticed several large shipments of specific medications, and a variety of individually packaged absorbent material - however injury records do not show sufficient numbers to justify these recurrent deliveries.âÂ
âAh, yeah, itâs not really an injury per say. As part of our natural reproductive cycle approximately half the population will shed the lining of one of their internal organs and expel it.â
ââŠthat is the most horrifying thing that I have ever heard.â
âYeah.â
âDoes such a process not hurt?â
âThatâl be what the medicationâs for. Pain killers for the cramps, birth control to stop the process.âÂ
ââŠand your reasoning behind the fully functional, high-tech entertainment system?âÂ
âOkay, that we could probably do without. But in our defence that was actually insisted on as a standard feature of all fleet-ships expected to encounter Terrans. Admiral PloâKaght insisted on it. Something about bored humans and a an illegal betting ring featuring a cleaning robot with a knife strapped to it going up against a human with a mop?âÂ
ââŠI believe I should speak with my superiors.âÂ
I love how Stabby the Roomba has become such a consistent in-joke among these sorts of blogs.
Galactic hero stabby the roomba: his legend continues
The differences under the ace umbrella
Iâve reblogged this like 12 times but it will always be relevant
This analogy is good, and even easier to understand once you think of this âurgeâ as being hungry.Â
Asexuals are never hungry. Demisexuals arenât usually hungry, except sometimes they walk by a donut shop theyâve become familiar with over time and thereâs a chance that they find themselves hungry. Grey-asexuals sometimes get hungry, sometimes not. Â
Some arenât sure whether they fall under the ace umbrella or where on the spectrum theyâre on, because they think they mightâve felt hunger before but theyâre not really sure if it was really hunger or if their stomach was just upset or what, so theyâre still figuring things out.
None of them choose to not be hungry.Â
Sex-repulsed aces donât like/hate donuts for different and valid reasons.Â
Sex-indifferent aces donât mind donuts. Some will maybe eat some, but most times they probably wouldnât go out of their way to go look for donuts to eat.
Sex-positive aces like donuts. Theyâre not hungry when they eat donuts and theyâre not eating donuts to stop being hungry, but they like eating donuts, so they do.
I really like how OP mentions that celibacy is the same as going on a diet, because that really shows how different asexuality is compared to celibacy. Generally speaking, celibate people will still go hungry but they choose to not eat. With asexuals, we donât get hungry, period.
I think of sexual attraction more as appetite, and sex drive being like hunger. So for aces with a sex drive itâs like you might be hungry but nothing ever looks good.
@anon this is probably the best explanation Iâve found.
Iâve always liked this analogy, but the hunger/appetite distinction makes it even better.
This is brilliant! What a clever comparison!
damn son why are all the funniest and best posts on here always made by deactivated people? who killed them and wh

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donât forget:Â âeldrich god of chaosâ
All the Ways Your Rich Friends Will Not âGet Itâ
Iâm a kid from a blue-collar, working-class background, doing my masterâs degree at an Ivy League school. Iâm incredibly grateful to be here, and I fully understand that this is an opportunity most people of my upbringing never get to have. Not everyone here is from a rich background - there are other working-class kids, getting by on loans, scholarships and part-time jobs. But for the most part, the people around me grew up very differently than I did, and although I love my friends, there are things about my life and my college experience that theyâre just never going to get. Things like:
Money can buy good grades. My wealthier friends arenât slipping the TAs a wink and a $100 bill on their way out of the midterm, but being wealthier does make it easier to earn better grades. I have to work a part-time job in order to afford my rent, while my rich friends are abstaining from work so they can focus on school. Thatâs 20 hours per week that they can spend on school, while Iâm at my job. Our school is in a neighborhood in Manhattan that I canât afford to live in - Iâm spending at least ten hours per week commuting, while they live steps from campus. Thatâs all extra time that they can spend studying, or just relaxing and getting the sleep they need to be mentally alert. Many of my friends pay to have a laundry service pick up their dirty laundry and bring it back clean and folded (which is common in NYC). I canât afford this, so instead I spend hours lugging laundry up and down five flights of stairs, because I canât afford to live in a building with an elevator. I cook and prepare my own meals, they eat mostly takeout. And so on, and so forth. My life is filled with hours of work, chores and annoyances that they donât have to deal with, and all of it cuts into my time. We may be taking the same classes and doing assignments that are the same difficulty, but Iâm going in with a 40-hour per week handicap that they can afford not to have.Â
âFollow your dreamsâ is a risk some of us canât afford to take. My old roommate spent long hours agonizing over whether she wanted to major in art history or creative writing. For me, that would be like asking if I preferred a pet dragon or a unicorn. My biggest passion in life is fiction writing, but I canât justify spending tens of thousands of dollars to study it - Iâm paying for my education by myself, and I had to choose a field that would let me make enough money to pay back my student loans and afford my own rent after graduating. My friends can focus on the things that really interest them, without worrying about future career prospects. A lot of them are using their college years to âfind themselvesâ and plan to take some time off to travel the world or work on their art after graduating. Many of them have parents with connections in hard-to-access industries like fashion, publishing, television, or the art world. They can take unpaid internships and go for their shot at a one-in-a-million dream job - if it doesnât work out, they can move on to something else, no harm done. If I put tens of thousands of dollars into being an author and it doesnât pan out for me right away, Iâm in deep shit. Iâm happy for people who are able to follow their true passions, and I wish more people were able to do so without fear, but Iâm tired of the pitying looks and condescending lectures I get when I tell my friends why Iâm not in school for my greatest passion. I didnât make that decision because Iâm boring, or because I donât believe in myself hard enough - I made that decision because my parents co-signed on all my student loans, and they could lose their house if I canât find a job.Â
Your âfunny mishapâ is my âlife-changing disasterâ. My friends talk about the time that they accidentally got drunk and spent all their rent money at a strip club, or the time that they slept through their final and had to re-take a class. For them, these are funny stories. For me, this would be a life-defining catastrophe that could change the course of my 20s and beyond. If I blow all my rent money, I canât call my parents to beg for more - I could get evicted, or ruin my credit score. Best-case scenario, Iâd probably have to take on so many extra hours at work that I could barely finish my schoolwork. If I sleep through a final and fail a class, I will lose my scholarship and be unable to complete my degree. To my friends, I come across as uptight and overcautious, but I donât have a choice. The same mistake carries much greater consequences for me than it does for them, and they have a hard time understanding that. I wish that I could be carefree about money, and laugh about accidentally getting drunk and spending $500 on Amazon, but I canât. It can be hard to tell the difference between âoh shit, this really sucksâ and âoh shit, Iâm going to be dealing with the consequences of this for yearsâ when youâve never been on the latter end of the spectrum. Again, I love my friends, and Iâm happy that they donât have to have these stresses in their lives, but itâs hard when they attribute my cautiousness to a personality flaw, and not to the financial reality of my life.Â
Having no safety net is more stressful than you can imagine. Many of my friends insist that they arenât really rich - rich people own private jets and private islands and party with celebrities, while their parents just own a modest condo in Manhattan and a sensible vacation home in Connecticut. Theyâve grown up around people who are much richer than they are, and theyâve come to think of themselves as middle-class, even though many of their parents easily make double or triple the federal upper boundary for the middle class. But they donât have unlimited money. They donât have their own 6-figure bank accounts or unrestricted use of Daddyâs black credit cards. If they run out of money, they will have to call home and ask for more, which will be awful for them - their parents will probably yell at them, and make them feel shitty, and give them a huge unwanted lecture about responsibility. It could have a huge toll on their mental health, and that really sucks. But if I run out of money, Iâm just kind of screwed. My parents cannot help me, even if they desperately want to. The best they can do is let me move into the guestroom of their home, in a desperately poor rural area where the best job available is cashier at the grocery store in town, because it pays $2 above minimum wage. I wouldnât be homeless, but I would almost definitely default on my student loans, launch my credit score straight into the sun, and waste months or years trying to get back on my feet in an area with no opportunities. If my friends screw up, they have to face their parentsâ scorn and disappointment. If I screw up, I have to face my entire life coming apart at the seams. Living with that constantly hanging over your head can affect your entire life, and it really does feel like youâre trying to walk across a tightrope dozens of feet up, with no net to catch you if you fall. Once again, I love my friends dearly, and I am grateful to have every single one of them in my life. They have made my life and my time at graduate school infinitely better with their humour, their wit, their friendship and their sympathetic ears. I am in no way blaming them for the way they grew up - they didnât choose their lives any more than I did, and many of them appreciate how lucky they are. But thereâs still a gulf between me and them, and itâs one that can be surprisingly difficult to cross. My rich friends love me, but they donât understand me. They donât understand that money isnât just an aspect of my life - it shapes my entire life, for better or for worse, and I donât have the luxury of forgetting that it exists for even a moment. My rich friends love me, and they try. But they just donât get it.Â
Harvard decided to rescind offers of acceptance to at leas 10 incoming youth for the class of 2021 after conducting an investigation that unfolded offensive messages these people posted on the social media, specifically on Facebook. They posted memes about rape, dead children, Holocaust as well as making racist jokes about Mexican children who were hypothetically hanged calling them âpinata time.â
The Ivy League university RESERVES the right to withdraw offers of acceptance if an âadmitted student engages in behavior that brings into question his or her honesty, maturity, or moral character.â
Harvard exercised the right to choose who represents their institution. And I applaud this decision.Â
Thank FUCK
broke the #1 rule, dont be above eye level of a higher ranking chicken

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I am more than vaguely enthusiastic about this fellow and his music.
I swear to the ever loving fuck
Why the hell canât mental illness be like any other type of fucking illness. All I want is to take some meds for a week, drink some goddamn soup, and wake up and be fucking ok. Hell, Iâd even be ok with that terminal shit. Why the hell do I have to wake up every damn day to convince myself that I canât die cause no one would feed my dog. And sit behind the wheel of my car and convince my hands to stop shaking and remind myself how to breath properly because the idea of driving is enough to fuck me up. But you know what I hate most of all?? Getting better. And waking up and not wanting to die as much as you did yesterday. And feeling the weight lift just a little, and thinking you might live to graduation. Only for it to crush you again and again. Because mental illness decided to fuck you in the ass once again. And you donât have a reason to be getting worse, but you didnât really have a reason to be getting better either did you. And itâs not like you can tell anyone cause ITâS ALL IN YOUR HEAD. And thatâs the problem. I CANâT GET OUT OF MY HEAD. And Iâm so fucking tired. All I wanted was to be ok.