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hello. my name lindo. 10 year ago i in accdnt. i 2 finger. no nipple. evrday pepole make laugh at me. happy side booty game strong like kid say. ha ha.

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reblog 4 good

I would just like to point out this picture isn’t legit, and this girl is bullshitting to get popular on Tumblr.

If you look at the background along with her shirt, you can see she used photo booth or something to make her face look wider….. just sayin….

my name lindo. 10 year ago i in accdnt. i 2 finger. no nipple. evrday pepole make laugh at me. happy side booty game strong like kid say. ha ha.

this picture is such bullshit. Its obvious that the person cut their face in half and made a mirror of it. 

If you’re gonna Photoshop something, do it right dumbass, and don’t try to turn it into a sob story. It is not funny.

my name lindo. 10 year ago i in accdnt. i 2 finger. no nipple. evrday pepole make laugh at me. happy side booty game strong like kid say. ha ha.

ok are you kidding me. look at her. look at lindo. she already has so much to go though. she has no fucking nipples. everyday people laugh at her. EVERY FUCKING DAY. she posted this thinking she’d be safe here, because tumblr is supposed to be a safe place, what with all the anti bullying and whatnot. and yet here you guys are. judging her. ridiculing her. hating on her for trying to get her life story out. all she wants is for someone to listen and this is what she gets. you guys make me sick. lindo we will never forget. #prayforlindo

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if this post gets 5k notes ill make this picture into a shirt

oh ym god i lied

no im no t gonna do this goodbye

ffuck my life

oh ym gdo here i made it into a shirt i hope youre all happy

I MADE THE OGGODAMN SHIRT STOP SENding me messages

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One of the things that surprised me first time I watched the reboot of Star Trek was the deep heartache I felt for Spock Prime. Seriously, the movie’s shinny and the new crew are crazy pretty, but every time the movie ends, my thoughts linger on Prime. (this is by far the most depressing graph I have ever created.)

• Years lived (so far): 157
• Years knowing Jim: 28
• Years trying to forget Jim: 3
• Years spent as Space Husbands: 20
• Years spent alone, carrying a holographic message of Jim on a pendant around his neck: 94

I am not crying…

Reblogging this because it arrived in my askbox in response to my question about what makes us so sad about Spock Prime.  I mentioned this in a roundabout way when I was writing but seeing it in a graph like that really drives it home that he really didn’t know Jim all that long during the course of his extremely long life.

I am actually crying.

Imagine outliving your soulmate, your t’hy’la, by so many years. Only knowing that you were so interwoven within each others lives for 20 years of the 28 years you knew each other, and having to live on long after his death because he wouldn’t want you to give up because he’s gone. Because he was the kind of individual who put others before him, and you couldn’t do that to him- even in death. Imagine trying to forget someone so special. Imagine carrying a projection of him to remind you of what is lost and what you must keep living for.

I can’t imagine a love any more profound and real as this. You cannot deny their love for each other, it is an impossible feat. You can merely ignore it.

These two men will forever be remembered as the first slash pairing- but for much more than asthetic qualities.

They will be remembered as Space Husbands and t’hy’la.

Fuck you, I’m all teary-eyed, omfg. GOD DAMN THEM FOR KILLING KIRK. JUST DAMN THEM.

hahahahahahahah god damnit spock prime feels
this is painful enough at face value but hold on a second while i make it 384765876436 times worse for you:
take a moment to consider spock prime’s obvious guilt over altering the timeline

for a long time when i thought about the ‘new timeline’ i thought of it in terms of an alternate timeline running alongside the original one (much like mirror!verse timelines because that’s what we’re accustomed to with trek) or harmless instances of time-travel where people go back and come forward and all that’s really changed is that some whales are missing and the day is saved
and this is probably because the new movie doesn’t throw it in your face that anything is fundamentally changed
the whole movie what you see is characters from the original series coming together despite their circumstances being drastically different and being awesome and achieving great things
so you come away with this wonderful feeling of rightness and you’re like ‘HELL YES OMG EVERYTHING IS AS IT SHOULD BE, EVERYTHING IS FALLING INTO PLACE’ and why should we feel any different? i mean you can always go back and watch TOS and be like ‘ha yeah the reboot is pretty cool but TOS will always be star trek for me’ because that’s how we experience it

but the timeline is not alternate, it’s altered

jim kirk in the reboot movie is more ~edgy~ and ~modern~ and that’s really all i noticed at first but the more i watch the reboot the more it becomes apparent that his entire life has been different and he’s had different experiences and as such he will react to things differently/make different decisions/essentially be a completely different person
because honestly your experiences make you who you are 

and that’s all well and good (i like reboot kirk a lot let’s not even go there this post is long enough as is) until you realize the implications of it

spock went back in time and changed everything, changed jim, and now the jim kirk that he knew and loved enough about to carry in a pendant around his neck for 94 fucking years, literally does not exist and never will 

because of him

and he knows it 
the line where he says “because i failed” kils me every fucking time i just want to jump through the screen and be like NO COME HERE IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT OK and give him a hug

like that guy in the photo up there probably lives every day of his life with some small part of him acknowledging that his mother and his planet and all of his friends and jim are either dead and gone or completely different - because of nero, obviously, but nero wouldn’t have ever done any of that shit if spock hadn’t made that single, tiny, minuscule mistake that started it all

and that’s why i have spock prime feels

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(I don’t take credit for the book cover, it’s someone else’s and inspired this piece)

“Oh cherry, baby.” Dean murmured as he hid his ghost of a smile in between its sex.  The pie was emotionless in response and eagerly awaited his next move. Dean lifted the fork sensually and bit his lip as he dipped the shiny metal prongs into Cherry’s delicious filling. “Oh yes, yes…” Dean groaned, his insides quaking with lust.

The pie was warm inside it’s metal tin and it covered Dean’s fork with it’s gooey insides, welcoming anything that was going to be inside his mouth. He murmured as he scooped some of the coagulated cherry onto the divot of his fork before lifting it to his mouth. As soon as his lips opened to welcome the artificial cherry paste, Dean could feel the cherry trees it grew from, taste the family owned farm, smell the sticky children on field trips, he could practically see the one bucktoothed child that was picked on during the bus ride to the cherry farm.

Dean’s blood rushed downward as he pulled the fork out of his mouth, letting the metal prongs heat his lips on the way past as flavor burst across his tongue. His toes curled against the sandstone floor as he began to speak with his mouth open, “Carry on my wayward boner…fuuuuck.”
The groan echoed through the large kitchen that Dean had aptly dubbed his ‘play room’.

Only special pies were brought here, and tonight it was Cherry’s turn to experience the magic.

Usually it was Apple who basked under his warm gaze and prying fork, but tonight he needed variety, he needed to break away from the safety of his special apple pie. Dean groaned again and shoved his grey metal chair back, letting it scrape on the expensive grey sandstone floors. “Holy hell..” He murmured as he stood and unzipped his jeans and his love rod sprung loose of his dark grey denims.

His hard length nestled itself against his taut abdomen and craved sensation. Dean grabbed the delicious cherry pie and slid it closer to the edge of the metal table. His breathing quickened in anticipation and his pocket weasel leaked happily against his oh-so-happy trail. 

Dean’s fingers delicately held the metal pie tin with one hand and he gripped his pork steeple as it jumped in excitement. Angling it down, his man sausage slid into the pie’s sticky filling with one quick thrust of his hips.

The gelatinous filling in combination with the cherries floating in the mixture cradled his joystick in such an intense feeling of pleasure that he cried out, “HOLY HELL!” again into the kitchen. It echoed back at him off the sandstone and tickled his ears. A low groan escaped his throat as his hips twitched again and his gear shifter pumped through the thick cherry filling.

Apple pie could never pleasure him like Cherry could. Cherry cradled his thick meat wrench with such unabashed loving that made him pulsate with need. Dean pumped thrice more, murmuring his love to the pie as he broke the crust off the top and splashed red filling everywhere.
“Oh..fuck. Shit, oh god.” He groaned into the broken silence of the room, joining the only noises of his heavy breathing and the loud squish-squish of the debauched pie.

Filling started to splash into the hair above Dean’s quiver bone and the noises became too much for him to bear. Thrusting hard so the tip of his dude piston bumped the bottom of the pie tin, he groaned lowly and let out an animalistic shout as he finished into the pie.

After he was finished, Dean had succeeded in turning a perfectly presentable Cherry pie into a mess of a banana cream pie.

oh my god

still better than 50 shades of grey.

LAUGHING LEGIT TEARS

Dean…what is this? What are you doing?

OH GOD I’M CRYING AND SOBBING AND SHAKING

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