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    Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles
 I once lost my keys at a frat house.
 My drunk ass had actually walked home
 without them, pounded on my apartment
 door, gotten let in by my rightfully-
 disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to
 pass out on the couch. Apparently I
 puked in the toilet before passing out
 do not remember
 The next morning, I schlepped back to the
 frat house. I stood there, right in front of
 the front door. This was a novel
 experience for me. I'd never been at a frat
 house in broad daylight before.
 A boy, presumably, of the house, asked
 me what I was doing.
 "I lost my keys in here last night, I called
 back. "I was seeing if I could go in and
 look for them?"
 He opened the door and gestured for me
 o come in.
 "Go wherever you want."
 I'd never seen a frat house post-party
 Derore. Wandering up the stairs a
 by
 hungover and still-drunk frat boys
 sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food
 and showers like moths to a porch light.
 A few of them threw puzzled glances my
 way. I'm sure they thought I was some
 post-bacchanalia hallucination.
 I entered one room where a boy was
 drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-
 esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of
 his room from his bed.
 "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice
 from the fact that his face was squished
 against his pillow and half-buried by his
 blanket.
 I told him I did.
 e mumbled again, pleased, and asked
 what I was doing. I told him I was looking
 my keys.
 "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around
 bere
 I didn't doubt him.
 Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched
 just about every bedroom and nuclear-
 at dumn-site of a bathroom in that
 house. I'd given up on ever finding my
 keys and was prepared to beg my
 roommates' forgiveness and get a new
 set copied.
 As I stood there in the hallway, silently
 a particularly
 burly frat boy approached me.
 "You need help with something?
 "I lost my keys here last night and I can't
 find them, I've looked everywhere.
 "What do they look like? I'll put it into the
 group chat. He was already pulling out
 his phone.
 No one ever checks a group chat, I
 thought, but what the hell. It was worth a
 shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The
 keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like
 yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss
 He nodded, presumably typing this
 description faithfully into the group chat.
 "Alright, I sent the message out. Good
 luck.
 e turned and left.
 And with that,
 A few moments later, I heard a distant
 and it was getting louder and louder, One
 assumes that how I felt in that moment
 was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest
 stampede through the ravine as a horde
 large young men all thundered down
 the stairs, making a beeling for me.
 "Someone tell the girl!" One of them
 shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey,
 GIRL! We found your keys, girl!!!
 They circled around me. I hadn't felt that
 old, One of them split himself off from
 the crowd.
 "Are these -"he pulled out a ring of keys
 from his pocket, "your keys?
 And lo, there was the distinctive bright
 millennial pink cat keychain dangling off
 the ring.
 "Yes,"I whispered. "Oh my god, yes."
 "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
 YYYYYYYYYY!!"
 The cheer went up.
 Turns out he found them in the bathroom
 upstairs. I thanked them again profusely.
 There was a scattered round of "no
 problems" and then, just
 suddenly as
 they descended, they all dispersed, like
 ships in the night.
 gatorfisch
 THIS is boys will be boys
Nice Frathouse
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles
 I once lost my keys at a frat house.
 My drunk ass had actually walked home
 without them, pounded on my apartment
 door, gotten let in by my rightfully-
 disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to
 pass out on the couch. Apparently I
 puked in the toilet before passing out
 do not remember
 The next morning, I schlepped back to the
 frat house. I stood there, right in front of
 the front door. This was a novel
 experience for me. I'd never been at a frat
 house in broad daylight before.
 A boy, presumably, of the house, asked
 me what I was doing.
 "I lost my keys in here last night, I called
 back. "I was seeing if I could go in and
 look for them?"
 He opened the door and gestured for me
 o come in.
 "Go wherever you want."
 I'd never seen a frat house post-party
 Derore. Wandering up the stairs a
 by
 hungover and still-drunk frat boys
 sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food
 and showers like moths to a porch light.
 A few of them threw puzzled glances my
 way. I'm sure they thought I was some
 post-bacchanalia hallucination.
 I entered one room where a boy was
 drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-
 esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of
 his room from his bed.
 "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice
 from the fact that his face was squished
 against his pillow and half-buried by his
 blanket.
 I told him I did.
 e mumbled again, pleased, and asked
 what I was doing. I told him I was looking
 my keys.
 "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around
 bere
 I didn't doubt him.
 Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched
 just about every bedroom and nuclear-
 at dumn-site of a bathroom in that
 house. I'd given up on ever finding my
 keys and was prepared to beg my
 roommates' forgiveness and get a new
 set copied.
 As I stood there in the hallway, silently
 a particularly
 burly frat boy approached me.
 "You need help with something?
 "I lost my keys here last night and I can't
 find them, I've looked everywhere.
 "What do they look like? I'll put it into the
 group chat. He was already pulling out
 his phone.
 No one ever checks a group chat, I
 thought, but what the hell. It was worth a
 shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The
 keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like
 yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss
 He nodded, presumably typing this
 description faithfully into the group chat.
 "Alright, I sent the message out. Good
 luck.
 e turned and left.
 And with that,
 A few moments later, I heard a distant
 and it was getting louder and louder, One
 assumes that how I felt in that moment
 was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest
 stampede through the ravine as a horde
 large young men all thundered down
 the stairs, making a beeling for me.
 "Someone tell the girl!" One of them
 shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey,
 GIRL! We found your keys, girl!!!
 They circled around me. I hadn't felt that
 old, One of them split himself off from
 the crowd.
 "Are these -"he pulled out a ring of keys
 from his pocket, "your keys?
 And lo, there was the distinctive bright
 millennial pink cat keychain dangling off
 the ring.
 "Yes,"I whispered. "Oh my god, yes."
 "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
 YYYYYYYYYY!!"
 The cheer went up.
 Turns out he found them in the bathroom
 upstairs. I thanked them again profusely.
 There was a scattered round of "no
 problems" and then, just
 suddenly as
 they descended, they all dispersed, like
 ships in the night.
 gatorfisch
 THIS is boys will be boys
Nice Frathouse
                
            

            
            
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    Bando, Lol, and Target: bando–grand-scamyon:

godpenis:

IM weak FUCK


what the hell was I expecting lol

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Bando, Lol, and Target: bando–grand-scamyon:

godpenis:

IM weak FUCK


what the hell was I expecting lol

                
                

                
            

            
            
bando–grand-scamyon:

godpenis:

IM weak FUCK


what the hell was I expecting lol


            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Clothes, Fucking, and Gif: Bend
thathighclassbitch:
asprodente:


darkvioletcloud:

trilllizard666:

ilyvbs:

popipo12345:

ilyvbs:
nessa but she isn’t hypersexualized and her back makes sense 
“Nintendo always gives their black female characters revealing outfits!!!!”
Lenora, Pokemon Black and White
Iris, Pokemon Black and White
Twintelle, ARMS

if anyone’s got any other examples, feel free to add on.

HOW IS NOT OVERSEXUALIZED 
also lenora looks like a mammy iris is the only fucking one with an okay design
how about you listen to black people when they try to tell you shit huh

“Lenora looks like a mammy”
….please learn what a mammy looks like before more stupid spills out of your mouth, thanks

LENORA IS AN ARCHAEOLOGIST YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOTS
THAT APRON? KEEPS THE DUST OFF OF HER BLOUSE WHEN SHE’S UNCOVERING SHIT
PLAY THE FUCKING GAME AND YOU’D REALIZE IT

And excuse me, OP? How is this hypersexualized? It’s not even sexualized, it’s just a fucking two-piece swim suit. It’s less revealing than a bikini. Fuck off.


Tumblr: girls should be able to wear whatever they want!!!!
Female character: shows any skin
Tumblr:


“Lenora looks like a mammy” what the fucking fuck? She’s just wearing a blouse and wide leg pants and holding her hair back with a scarf. Do you have literally any clue what a mammy looks like?Literally what makes her a mammy? The fact that she’s wearing clothes that cover her up and has an apron swung around her back? So if she wears too few clothes she sexualized but if she wears too many clothes she’s a mammy? What the hell do you want? I swear y’all clutch your pearls more than old Baptist grandmothers at the slightest hint to the existence of boobs or butts or anything even the tiniest bit revealing of skin on any part of the body.And yeah it’s a good thing white girls in Pokémon never get their skin revealed everGet off Tumblr and find an actual problem.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Clothes, Fucking, and Gif: Bend
thathighclassbitch:
asprodente:


darkvioletcloud:

trilllizard666:

ilyvbs:

popipo12345:

ilyvbs:
nessa but she isn’t hypersexualized and her back makes sense 
“Nintendo always gives their black female characters revealing outfits!!!!”
Lenora, Pokemon Black and White
Iris, Pokemon Black and White
Twintelle, ARMS

if anyone’s got any other examples, feel free to add on.

HOW IS NOT OVERSEXUALIZED 
also lenora looks like a mammy iris is the only fucking one with an okay design
how about you listen to black people when they try to tell you shit huh

“Lenora looks like a mammy”
….please learn what a mammy looks like before more stupid spills out of your mouth, thanks

LENORA IS AN ARCHAEOLOGIST YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOTS
THAT APRON? KEEPS THE DUST OFF OF HER BLOUSE WHEN SHE’S UNCOVERING SHIT
PLAY THE FUCKING GAME AND YOU’D REALIZE IT

And excuse me, OP? How is this hypersexualized? It’s not even sexualized, it’s just a fucking two-piece swim suit. It’s less revealing than a bikini. Fuck off.


Tumblr: girls should be able to wear whatever they want!!!!
Female character: shows any skin
Tumblr:


“Lenora looks like a mammy” what the fucking fuck? She’s just wearing a blouse and wide leg pants and holding her hair back with a scarf. Do you have literally any clue what a mammy looks like?Literally what makes her a mammy? The fact that she’s wearing clothes that cover her up and has an apron swung around her back? So if she wears too few clothes she sexualized but if she wears too many clothes she’s a mammy? What the hell do you want? I swear y’all clutch your pearls more than old Baptist grandmothers at the slightest hint to the existence of boobs or butts or anything even the tiniest bit revealing of skin on any part of the body.And yeah it’s a good thing white girls in Pokémon never get their skin revealed everGet off Tumblr and find an actual problem.
                
            

            
            
thathighclassbitch:
asprodente:


darkvioletcloud:

trilllizard666:

ilyvbs:

popipo12345:

ilyvbs:
nessa but she isn’t hypersexualized and ...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Ash, Bruh, and Community: safetytank:
steppsful:

songofsunset:

xdominoe:

purplebloodedmajesty:

walkinchicken:

kotaku:

The End, by Alister Lockhart.

Bruh, if you don’t think that having historically significant events well documented from multiple perspectives is a good thing, then idk what the hell u doin.

Besides, like, that is literally a Giant Monster Rampaging Through The Town. What the fuck is the everyday person gonna do other than Tweet/Instagram/Post about it going “It’s the apocalypse you guys! Eyyyy lmao #apocalypse #deathrising #nofilter”?

#like come on your cellphone may not defeat the beast#but it can gain you like 50000 followers before the skies start raining blood so#who’s the REAL winner here? (via @purplebloodedmajesty)

And heck, even if your own death is inevitable getting information out could help save other people, even if it can’t save you. ‘Here are 20 livestreams of the giant tentacle monster including how it moves and attacks, how can we beat it?’ is way more useful than ‘an entire city got wiped off the map and things smell vaguely of calimari idk man’

reblogging for this perfection: ‘an entire city got wiped off the map and things smell vaguely of calimari idk man’ 

Point #1 on this here article talks about Robert Landsburg, a photographer who realized he wouldn’t survive the eruption of Mt St. Helens (too close to outrun the ash cloud) and used his own body to shield  preserve the photos and recordings he’d been taking during the explosion
these surviving photographs are still CRAZY VALUABLE to this day for the rest of the volcanologist community, since actual recordings of an in-process eruption are so dang rare
on-site documentation of any major disaster is gonna be VITALLY IMPORTANT to the people who are tryna figure out how to prevent that shit
tl;dr have your phone out, make your death-by-kaiju worthwhile to the scientific community

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Ash, Bruh, and Community: safetytank:
steppsful:

songofsunset:

xdominoe:

purplebloodedmajesty:

walkinchicken:

kotaku:

The End, by Alister Lockhart.

Bruh, if you don’t think that having historically significant events well documented from multiple perspectives is a good thing, then idk what the hell u doin.

Besides, like, that is literally a Giant Monster Rampaging Through The Town. What the fuck is the everyday person gonna do other than Tweet/Instagram/Post about it going “It’s the apocalypse you guys! Eyyyy lmao #apocalypse #deathrising #nofilter”?

#like come on your cellphone may not defeat the beast#but it can gain you like 50000 followers before the skies start raining blood so#who’s the REAL winner here? (via @purplebloodedmajesty)

And heck, even if your own death is inevitable getting information out could help save other people, even if it can’t save you. ‘Here are 20 livestreams of the giant tentacle monster including how it moves and attacks, how can we beat it?’ is way more useful than ‘an entire city got wiped off the map and things smell vaguely of calimari idk man’

reblogging for this perfection: ‘an entire city got wiped off the map and things smell vaguely of calimari idk man’ 

Point #1 on this here article talks about Robert Landsburg, a photographer who realized he wouldn’t survive the eruption of Mt St. Helens (too close to outrun the ash cloud) and used his own body to shield  preserve the photos and recordings he’d been taking during the explosion
these surviving photographs are still CRAZY VALUABLE to this day for the rest of the volcanologist community, since actual recordings of an in-process eruption are so dang rare
on-site documentation of any major disaster is gonna be VITALLY IMPORTANT to the people who are tryna figure out how to prevent that shit
tl;dr have your phone out, make your death-by-kaiju worthwhile to the scientific community

                
            

            
            
safetytank:
steppsful:

songofsunset:

xdominoe:

purplebloodedmajesty:

walkinchicken:

kotaku:

The End, by Alister Lockhart.

Bruh, if yo...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Charlie, Petty, and Saw: HERE YOu
 GO,KID. .ALL
 CASH, AS
 PROMISED
 eleva
 GOOD. TRY
 SOㅆ OTHER SHOWS
 AN, 'LL CONTACT
 you DuURING
 THE WEEK.

 STOP
 THAT
 Guy!
 囧
 KREECH
 STOP HIM!
 DON'T LET HIM
 GET TO THE
 ELEVATOR!
 WHATEVER
 THANKS
 YOu ONE!
 WHAT THE
 HELL IS WRONG
 AND YET
 工DİDN'T
 MAGINE
 THAT
 工NEVER SAW YOu OR ANYONE
 HAVE STOPPED HIM
 AT LEAST, SLOWED
 HIM DOWN
 NEEDED YOu THESE LAST
 FEW YEARS
 SO DON'T
 BLAME ㅆE FOR
 RETURNING THE
 FAVOR
 5
 6622
 嶝

 レISTEN, SON
 YOU'RE GOING TO
 NEED TO SIT DOWN
 FOR A ㅆㅇㅆENT.
 THIS IS GOING
 TO BE A SHOCK
 TO YOU
 YOUR
 AUNT'S OKAY
 SHE'S WITH
 THE NEIGHBORS
 RIGHT NOW
 WHAT'S
 GOING ON引
 MAY?
 WHAT'S
 HAPPENING2
 TELL ㅆ티
 IT'S YOUR
 凵NCLE BEN, THERE'S
 BEEN AN INCIDENT
 THERE'S
 NO EASY WAY
 TO SAY THIS
 SON
 YOUR
 UNCLE TRIED
 THERE WAS A LOT OF TO STOP THE
 CASH LYING AROUNDGuY AND HE
 AFRAID YOUR
 UNCLE DIDN'T
 MAKE IT
 GOT SHOT
 BROKE IN.
 IS HE
 IS HE
 OKAY
 TEN
 CHARLIE-SEVEN...
 OVER
 THIS IS
 TEN-CHARLIE
 SEVEN. OVER
 WE HAVE
 A POSSIBLE SIGHTING
 ON YOUR SUSPECT: WHITE
 ㅆALE, LATE THIRTIES
 BLOND HAIR AND RED
 JACKET. SUSPICIOUS ㅆALE
 SEEN ENTERING ACㅆ
 WAREHOUSE ON PARLOR
 STREET, OVER.
traincat:
“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have stopped him… at least, slowed him down.”“And yet I didn’t. Imagine that.”
Mythos: Spider-Man
I know everyone is tired of seeing the origin on film in reboots, but the origin is important. One moment of I honestly don’t even think you can call it selfishness! One moment of apathy! One moment of not doing good because if you have the power to do good it is your responsibility to do it! And this is what happens! One moment! No high tech suits, no craving approval from authority figures. One moment in a back hall or a parking garage or a convenience store. One stupid petty vindictive moment that felt GOOD. That felt BETTER than helping. That’s what it boils down to. Spider-Man is about the opposite of rewards.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
nsfw

        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Charlie, Petty, and Saw: HERE YOu
 GO,KID. .ALL
 CASH, AS
 PROMISED
 eleva
 GOOD. TRY
 SOㅆ OTHER SHOWS
 AN, 'LL CONTACT
 you DuURING
 THE WEEK.

 STOP
 THAT
 Guy!
 囧
 KREECH
 STOP HIM!
 DON'T LET HIM
 GET TO THE
 ELEVATOR!
 WHATEVER
 THANKS
 YOu ONE!
 WHAT THE
 HELL IS WRONG
 AND YET
 工DİDN'T
 MAGINE
 THAT
 工NEVER SAW YOu OR ANYONE
 HAVE STOPPED HIM
 AT LEAST, SLOWED
 HIM DOWN
 NEEDED YOu THESE LAST
 FEW YEARS
 SO DON'T
 BLAME ㅆE FOR
 RETURNING THE
 FAVOR
 5
 6622
 嶝

 レISTEN, SON
 YOU'RE GOING TO
 NEED TO SIT DOWN
 FOR A ㅆㅇㅆENT.
 THIS IS GOING
 TO BE A SHOCK
 TO YOU
 YOUR
 AUNT'S OKAY
 SHE'S WITH
 THE NEIGHBORS
 RIGHT NOW
 WHAT'S
 GOING ON引
 MAY?
 WHAT'S
 HAPPENING2
 TELL ㅆ티
 IT'S YOUR
 凵NCLE BEN, THERE'S
 BEEN AN INCIDENT
 THERE'S
 NO EASY WAY
 TO SAY THIS
 SON
 YOUR
 UNCLE TRIED
 THERE WAS A LOT OF TO STOP THE
 CASH LYING AROUNDGuY AND HE
 AFRAID YOUR
 UNCLE DIDN'T
 MAKE IT
 GOT SHOT
 BROKE IN.
 IS HE
 IS HE
 OKAY
 TEN
 CHARLIE-SEVEN...
 OVER
 THIS IS
 TEN-CHARLIE
 SEVEN. OVER
 WE HAVE
 A POSSIBLE SIGHTING
 ON YOUR SUSPECT: WHITE
 ㅆALE, LATE THIRTIES
 BLOND HAIR AND RED
 JACKET. SUSPICIOUS ㅆALE
 SEEN ENTERING ACㅆ
 WAREHOUSE ON PARLOR
 STREET, OVER.
traincat:
“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have stopped him… at least, slowed him down.”“And yet I didn’t. Imagine that.”
Mythos: Spider-Man
I know everyone is tired of seeing the origin on film in reboots, but the origin is important. One moment of I honestly don’t even think you can call it selfishness! One moment of apathy! One moment of not doing good because if you have the power to do good it is your responsibility to do it! And this is what happens! One moment! No high tech suits, no craving approval from authority figures. One moment in a back hall or a parking garage or a convenience store. One stupid petty vindictive moment that felt GOOD. That felt BETTER than helping. That’s what it boils down to. Spider-Man is about the opposite of rewards.

                
            

            
            
traincat:
“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have stopped him… at least, slowed him down.”“And yet I didn’t. Imagine that.”
Mythos:...