Soul Eater AU Where Everything Is The Exact Same But Stein Has A Dab Pen

a little-known birth control method is tracking down and starting a fight with that twitter user who casts the “may your womb be barren” spells on everyone she dislikes

Happy trans day of visability!

This is my first tdov since my egg cracked and I decided to celebrate with cupcakes :)))

my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

sorry that my pussy is so wet and soft and inviting and my heart is pure and full of whimsy. as if it’s my fault.

FUCKING GOD IM TIERED OF ALL THESE FUCKING SPOILERS I. MIDW AS WELL NOT WATCH THE FUCKING MOOCIE CAUSE I BACIALLY KNOW EVERY THING GOD DAMNIT.

YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU ALL. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING SELFISH YOU PLASS HOLDSZ ARE?AS LONG AS THIS MOVIE IS IN THE FUCKING TELHEATER(it’s been less then a fucking week) YOU NEED TO KEEP YOUR DAMN MOUTHS SHUT YOU SELFISH FUCKING PIGS. WHY DO YOU THINK OTS OKAY TO TELL EVERYBODY THAT ‘OH IORN MAN TURNING RHODYS WAR MACHINE SUIT INTO A TANK WAS SO COOL’ AND ‘HOLY SHIT PETER’S FATHER IS STEVE RODGERS I LOVED THAT REVIAL SO MUCH ITS SUCH AN IMPORTANT PLOT POINT THAT PEOPLE OBVIOUSLY ARNT GOING TO WANT TO SEE AND EXPERIENCE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THW THEATER LIKE JEESUS CHRIST YOU ASS HOLES.

i was so excited. I wanted to watch this movie so much. I still am. Just coming into tumblr, instagram, even going to school. You guys ruined it. Once you know something that can never be taken back. I’m not going to get to experience the movie the same way all of you did, because I already know. And you have no idea how much that hurts. You took all the best parts of the greatest movie of the century and ruind it. That’s why people say no spoilers. Not cause they want you to not talk about it. Because they want to be surprised at every turn, and it’s so selfish for you too take that away from them. From me.

Steve: *wields mjolnir*

Theatre:

absolutely gripped by the idea of: you discover you are not actually human, as you had assumed. you are not who you thought you were, except that you might be all that's left of them. you could even try to be them, but they are going to haunt you until you die (if you can die) because they are long gone but you're still here and you're too late to play the perfect replacement. it's reading your own obituary, it's being told the parts of your life you never lived, it's your loved ones looking at you like you're at once a ghost and a stranger, and the bone-deep agony of deciding which one you want to - have to - be. and there's never a right answer, because you are so, so deeply wrong.