Me Welcoming Someone Into A Fandom I’m Apart Of

nico and will sit together in front of an old coffee shop. wills reading the newspaper aloud and nico is sipping on a steaming mug as he watches him. suddenly nico gets a cold yet familiar feeling, as though he’s being watched. he gazes around until his eyes fall on a little girl with dark eyes and darker hair. a tiny green hat sits on her head and her skin is light. will notices he’s being ignored and he finds nico staring right back at the girl. “is that her?” “it couldn’t be anyone else.”

the signs as super emo bands(not in a bad way)

aries- all time low

taurus- my chemical romance

gemini- asking alexandria

cancer- sleeping with sirens

leo- bullet for my valentine

virgo- mayday parade

libra- panic! at the disco

scorpio- taking back sunday

sagittarius- fall out boy

capricorn- pierce the veil

aquarius- thirty seconds to mars

pisces- black veil brides

hey if you're canadian put Canadian Culture things in a rb/reply or send me an ask. im tryin to do a thing and i feel like google won't be it <3

HOWEVER please rb if you're not canadian for the sake of boosting too 🤠

Am I the only one who didn’t realize that the term we so frequently use, “ship”, is short for “relationship”.

I was in the hospital for mental health reasons and one of my first thoughts was "shit I'm going to be so behind in school." I ended up being there for a week most of my teachers didn't care the two that did had there own mental health issues

when adults tell teenagers that the dull ache of high school is just a survivable mess that they’re making up to be worse than it is, i think of this:

when i was in sophomore year, i was in an accident and the left side of my face was hit. i sat in the emergency room with a clearly broken nose and blood coming out of a laceration on my cheek. and i did my homework. i did my homework with a black eye swelling up, with little red fingerprints on it. 

and he told me to redo it. that it wasn’t good enough. the assignment itself was worth maybe five points out of a hundred. he wouldn’t forgive me for it. when i explained about my concussion, he told me to do it somewhere dark.

we don’t make it up. the value of our lives becomes almost nothing at all. the quality of living that is allowed is so low that students learn to apply it to themselves. they are useless, unimportant, a machine to figure out problems without any food, sleep, family time. nothing. we call teenagers moody because something in them breaks a little. we don’t say: they are stressed beyond measure and they believe their own physical health is less important than the quality of the product they’re forced to produce. we don’t say: wouldn’t you be moody too?

new to tumblr?

found yourself getting blocked for seemingly no reason?

does your profile look like this:

you're getting blocked because people think you're a bot

do yourself a favour and change your profile images to literally anything except the defaults. give your blog a name, give yourself a bio even if it simply says "new, figuring this out" or something. please, just do ANYTHING that shows everyone you're a human. then you wont get blocked anymore and you'll have a lot more fun here!

oh and while we're here, another hot tip: reblog things. likes do nothing here, there's no algorithm

okay happy tumblring tumblrinos, tumblrinas and tumblrinehs!

Guys, I did a thing…

Once upon a time,  in a galaxy far far away I did wibley wobley timey wimey stuff While driving around in my impala with a high functioning sociopath who solemnly swore that he was up to no good . We hoped that the odds we’re ever in our favor while taking a slice of dauntless cake knowing that with great power comes great need to take a nap and that we had been looking better in black than the widows of our enemy’s since 1234