Dreams of the house-witch
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(via arkhane)
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Slightly larger looks at these nerds: http://riftwitch.tumblr.com/post/181761341121/i-designed-a-digimon-partner-for-myself-because#notes
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Cute eclipse lesbians!
Long distance once again. They’ll see each other soon 💖
(via nancrow)
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OP you left out the best part
Always reblog wholesome batdad
(via dareku)
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My man TT is fighting a battle on all fronts - and I mean ALL fronts. Fronts from the front, fronts from the back, fronts from the sides, the top, the bottom, the diagonal, why he’s even getting attacks from angles that do not exist in euclidean geometry, forcing the attackers to actually tear holes in hyperspace and brave the horrors of The Warp in order to strike out at him from an angle he’s not guarding, and why are we not hopping the fuck in and helping him?!
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Me doing nothing while my life falls apart
This is the most terrifying shit ive ever seen
i love the triple take
FUCK!
What is with this music
(via nancrow)
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Today’s letter is F.
And that’s a
FUCKING
EXCELLENT
IDEA!!!
I’ve had this on repeat for the last couple of minutes switching my hearing to hear either “that’s a fucking excellent idea” and “that sounds like an excellent idea” (which is what he’s actually saying) and it’s really tripping me out
(via nancrow)
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Help a Trans Girl Escape her Controlling Dad with her Wife
Things at home just went from bad to worse.
My dad hates my wife and refuses to accept that I am trans, and he is trying to make us sign a contract that would allow him to basically control us and our whole life.
Here are a few scary things in the contract (my dad is in red, I am in blue, and my wife is in green):
We live in the basement, so he is basically saying he will be free to inspect where we live and this would make it really hard for us to move or hide anything from him.
Here he is saying that he will not allow us to take our car and will not give us any of the rent money we have been giving him that he promised to give back to us when we move out.
(The theft part refers to when we were using the emergency credit card he gave us to buy food and other essentials when my wife was unemployed for about a month, he has already taken the money from our rent but is very angry at us for this.)
Here he is saying that he can change the rule at any time with barely any notice and as he pleases, and is threatening to kick us out and call the cops on us if we do anything to make him angry.
My wife and I are both terrified of my dad and want to leave as soon as possible, hopefully before January 5th, as that is when rent is due and we need that money to move.
If anyone has any money to donate to our moving efforts, please send them to
paypal.me/transgirlgoku
(Please ignore deadname)
(via nancrow)
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I designed a digimon partner for myself, because that’s a thing that no one can physically stop me from doing.
She’s boogeyman-themed, and she lives under my bed, and she doesn’t need a mega form because she can win fights with cleverness and teamwork, rather than brute force, if necessary.
Flargmon - Fresh from its egg, this baby is paranoid of the world around it, and maintains a constant 360-degree surveillance of its surroundings.
Cryptomon - In its rush to digivolve out of its vulnerable state, it has screwed up and wears the remains of an old pillowcase to keep its organs bundled together.
Jeebiemon - Having finally gotten its shit together, this rookie dreams big, stalking much larger creatures in the night, tormenting them with its ghastly silhouette, so as to leave them fatigued and vulnerable in the day. It shuns direct confrontation, but if pressed, can spit exploding capsules of deadly molecular acid.
Narcolemon - Mobile and strong, this gruesome succubus holds onto its dreams of greater grandeur, drawing inspiration from the nightmares of its victims and converting them into data. A scratch of its claws can wrack the opponent with horrific visions of their deepest fears.
Morpheamon - From artist to muse, Morpheamon is a demented artist with a romantic view of the horrific scenes it weaves. Its bloated abdomen is a churning brewery of endless nightmares, each strengthening one another until they’re ready to be released in a deadly scream of both sonic and psychic force.
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