Who the F*** is Robin?

#the miracle of the eight day fire hazard

The episode would end with it dangerously heating up after the final candle is lit. She would then have to throw it at the monster of the week, where it would erupt into flames like a deus ex machina IED. We would learn an important lesson about family or friendship or trust or whatever, and also probably something important about not wearing clothes with batteries in them. It would be immediately replaced by a glittery back-up sweater so reflective and shiny that everyone in a 20 yard radius would be blinded trying to look at it. I can see it in my mind

gps but for a way out of this

#it just says “through” :(

hey in case you didn't know trans inclusive terminology in healthcare is not about protecting peoples feelings, it's to stop insurance companies from going "well it says here that hysterectomies are a procedure performed on WOMEN and you keep insisting that you're a MAN so we do not in fact have to cover that have a nice day and eat shit"

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

Does the rest of this website live in some alternate reality where you never set foot in a kitchen until age 25?

I feel bad for people who’ve never experienced a corn maze bc it’s not even fun but you just have to do it

does anyone have that one painting with the ghosts standing in the water?

like theyre in the water and they're staring off to the side and there's something so very wrong about it and they're bending over and trailing along like deer in the headlights but you can't see what they're staring at which might make it even scarier

beach day beach day

Not going to lie the first picture like the ghost on the water It kinda is referenced on the one picture where the Beatles are in Miami for the Help! shooting I dont have the picture but it really looks like! Especially the bending ghost resembles Ringo and The other Picture where the ghost is sitting down I also remember so much remember that that picture is Brian Epstein sitting I also don’t have the picture cause I cant fine IT aaaaa HAHAH

Now THIS is some fucking forbidden fandom lore lmao

"Are you sure you want to post this without tags?" What, pray tell, tumblr, would I add to this post to help it reach its 'intended audience.' #cornflakes #bondage

Growing up queer, I always assumed that at some point I would experience the whole "everyone assumes my partner and I are just roommates/friends" thing, but apparently my blue hair and pronouns are simply so powerful that I keep having the opposite problem instead. THREE times now, my friend and I have gone on vacation together (bc we like travelling, and it helps to split costs) and everyone automatically assumes we're dating. We're given double beds even after asking for twins. Photographers and tour guides ask us to "scooch closer together, there we go, put your arm around her shoulder!!" One guy even asked how long we'd been together and after we replied "LOL no, we're just friends," was like "Oh, ho-ho, riiight ;) We've all been there ;)". Same guy even heard my friend mention their partner later on, looked briefly confused, and then started telling us about how he once lived in a polyamorous compound, so I can only assume he jumped straight to thinking we're actually a throuple. I cannot stress enough that we have NO interest in actually dating, and in each instance were simply Standing Next To Each Other, but apparently our combined queer vibes are so off the charts that everyone is convinced we must be secretly making out. I feel like I've been cast in a fanfic against my will

Nineteen year old Dan Howell cried on Phil's couch one too many times about all the adult things he didn't know how to do and Phil said don't worry about it babygirl I'll do your taxes forever <3

so many people in my notes going "when is it my turn" do you think dan sat around and waited for phil. no he was out here flirting in public on twitter dot com he took the initiative okay. slide into someone's dms today.