well-written villains with tragic pasts (◕‿◕✿)
well-written villains who are bad just because they are bad (◕‿◕✿)
well-written villains with sympathetic motives (◕‿◕✿)
well-written villains with evil motives (◕‿◕✿)
well-written villains with a chance of redemption (◕‿◕✿)
well-written villains with no chance in of redemption (◕‿◕✿)
well-written villains (◕‿◕✿)
And then….theres Omega.
A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen.
Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori
A part of me wants to touch it it’s so pretty… But then the rational side of my brain smacks that part of me with a baseball bat.
This is it guys. This is why I have an unhealthy obsession with volcanology.
i didnt know how badly i needed this until it found me
*raises arms to sky* thank
This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.
And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.
This is no life.
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”
I was at Target yesterday and this little girl wanted to buy Halo 4, but this lady came up to her and said video games are for boys. This lady had a box of trix in her cart and so the girl grabs the box and said ‘and trix are for kids.’ and ran off with the cereal and the game.
Good for her.
THAT WAS THE BEST ENDING
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When I was like ten? I completely beloved that everyone had telepathic powers except for me and I told my mom and she thought I was schizophrenic but the doctor was basically all “some kids are just dumb”.
On the one hand I think telepathy would be cool but also I’m not sure my thoughts would be nice enough to share with everyone all the time
“The story about where volcanoes come from” from Adventure Time with Fiona & Cake #1
In health class we were given sheets of paper and told to write a message we would want someone of the opposite sex to know
She read some examples
The girls were like: “Hey can you please not treat me like shit”
The boys were like: “Spray tans look ugly I hate when girls wear too much makeup and don’t lead me on.”
OK OK I’LL STAHP
I don’t usually reblog cats, but look at the change of hear at the end.
“Why I oughta use these claws of death and just….oh, nevermind.”
YEAH, SHE’S GOOD LOOKING, I GUESS. NOT REALLY MY TYPE. I LIKE A BIGGER WINGSPAN.
THERE WE GO. PAGE 236. LOOK AT THE PLUMAGE ON THAT ONE. SWEET JESUS.