TG: rose you just bit my hand
TT: I am a daughter of the night now, my trembling captive.
TT: I crave the dark nectar of your veins.
TG: yeah but like
TG: dont you have to break the skin for that
TT: Fhhumf ummph.
TG: oh my god stop it
TG: youre just chewing me
TT: Damn it.
TT: Your skin is surprisingly tough.
TT: Stay there.
TG: this is embarrassing
TG: im literally embarrassed to be your darkling bride here
TG: all cooped up in your transylvanian bat palace tappin my foot impatiently on the flagstones
TG: youre sitting kind of sheepish mumbling some stuff about being stressed at work
TG: no we cant try again in half an hour
TG: id say you suck at this but we both know thats the problem - holy shit
TG: is that a can opener get away from me you lunatic
#rose lalonde: rubbish vampire#now the only fic i want#look at her tiny vampire face#TT: Terezi.#TT: I need some advice on biting Dave.#GC: 1 W4NT TO T3LL YOU 4S R3SP3CTFULLY 4S POSS1BL3 TH4T 1 F1ND TH1S V3RY 4ROUS1NG#rose lalonde#dave strider#i’ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake
*very intense popcorn gif*
and bingo night is thursday
Uh, guarda, CuliDiMarmoTetteEnormi ha appena messo un articolo con la ricetta per fare in casa la Mola Salsa delle Vestali.
E guarda dopo, va che bocce.
Hold on just a tick. Listen, I’m Jewish, so I’m perfectly capable of understanding that what he did was just…..well, there are no words for it. But let’s not round it up to simply Jews that got killed. It was six million people that died in those camps, not just Jews. Did you know that homosexuals were sent there, too? Yeah, I’m sure you did. They had to wear special little symbols on their clothes. Do you know what it was? It was a pink triangle.
It was six million PEOPLE.
But you let that roll over in your mind for a while and you are going to forever see this man as a monster, but that’s not what he was. He was someone who thought he was truly doing something right for his nation, no matter how shitty he was doing it. Believe me when I say that I don’t like him. I really don’t. My grandfather’s brothers died in those camps, and my grandfather escaped to Spain, then to Mexico. He was lucky.
This is not a monster holding hands with a little girl.
This is Adolf Hitler, a man, holding hands with a little girl.
Yeah. It’s fucking scary. It really is. Do you know why?
It’s because you’re seeing that he wasn’t, in fact, a monster. You’re seeing in this picture that he was a man. He was a man, and that’s really the saddest part of it all.
As a History major who specializes in the history of early modern Europe, I’ve studied a lot of dictators in detail, not just Hitler. The number one mistake anyone could ever make in history is making the assumption that only inhuman monsters are capable of doing terrible things.
Stop dehumanizing Hitler just so you can reassure yourself that “normal” humans aren’t capable of doing bad things. Hitler liked children and dogs, he was a vegetarian and he cried like a little boy when his mother died. I’m not saying he was a good, innocent person, but when you stop attributing human characteristics to historical figures like Hitler, it’s how you overlook people just like him in real life, and it’s how people like him end up back in power.
That’s the real truth: Human Beings are scarier than any ‘monsters’ out there because we’re all born blank slates and BECOME our legacy.
This is the best post I’ve seen in a while.
6 million Jews were murdered, however the remaining 5 million individuals (which brings it up to 11 million) were homosexuals, disabled and blacks.
11 million individuals.
my friend left her window open in her bedroom and came back to find this
look at his self-satisfied little face, the cheeky shit
if there was a post to describe australia, this is it
you mean to tell me this isn’t even a pet bird?
that in australia, you have wild birds that just fly from house to house with the express purpose of fucking shit up?
fucking HELL australia, what is wrong with you?
wake up australia
That’s what birds do
They fly around and fuck shit up
Do you have some kind of mysterious nice birds in your weird foreign country
Do birds in America and England fly into your house and make the bed and tidy up the living room a little bit
It’s cold here, so they just bounce off the windows and lie there and twitch spasmodically while you look for the shovel.
Basically hurling themselves at windows is the worst thing birds do
yeah man a kookaburra literally flew into a classroom at my high school and just sat his smug ass down on top of the desk for a good 20 minutes
why has nobody mentioned the fact that in australia there are 3-4 months a year where everybody just accepts that they’re going to get attacked by magpies. It is literally called “swooping season” and these birds will fly down to peck your fucking face, and people get their eyes ripped out and shit, it’s fucking brutal.
My teacher had to go to hospital and have surgery because of swooping season. It was in the parking lot of school and all the kids would do a mad dash towards the car as the magpies tried to kill us.
no but when you’re 12 years old and riding your bike like mad on the way home from school with an icecream bucket on your head with like branches and shit sticking out if it to scare them off and none of this is considered strange
what the actual fuck australia
I love my country.
I think dasher is me in every way
i feel you vixen
the fuck is wrong with blitzen
I reblogged this photoset already but idgaf this is my official Tumblr Christmas tradition.
i connect with donner on a personal level
crab riding crab
"Drive me closer, I want to hit them with my claw!"
At first I thought it was an alien planet and I was like:-I wanna live there
Sevan Biçakçi, for all your tiny city in a magic ring needs. Also: frozen birds, enchanted pomegranates and creatures of the deep.
I STOPPED BREATHING
wowowowowowww wow wow WOW
I would do a bunch of illegal things to obtain the funds necessary to have one of these for my own.
CITIES. Inside crystals. (Specifically: Istanbul, inside crystals. That’s Hagia Sophia and the Grand Bazaar.)
I would kill for one of those rings.