imagine your icon dancing to “single ladies” on max volume while your previous icon watches
All I really want out of life is a sexy man to take care of me and more Black Mask fanfiction.
oh my god FUCK all this negativity on tumblr
you’re trans? that’s wonderful. you’re cis? cool. hetero? alright with me. homo? that’s good for you. bisexual? fuck yeah. pan/ace? i love you. questioning? that’s okay, man.
you’re all wonderful and don’t let anyone tell you you’re less.
Don’t take anybody’s shit for being who you are.
What’s nowhere, but everywhere, except where something is? Nothing
The Brazilian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a smattering of low-rise cottages hidden in the coastal forests of Bahia near a mid-sized bay where Senhor Cardoso’s martial arts students like to practice a fusion of defensive magic and capoeira (often to an audience of wide-eyed first-years), and build soaring sand castles to pass the time. Wands were introduced by immigrants and have grown in popularity with the diversification of the student body; however, the use of focal objects and organic magic still remain prominent. Students dress in demure robes throughout the year, and break out their flashiest clothing for Carnival during which there is an unofficial competition for the most creative clothing enchantments (glitter-burst charms are common, as are colour-shifting spells although they do tend to backfire and turn clothes an ugly medley of brown and vomit-yellow if the fabric doesn’t take well to enchantments).
"It was you. You snitched to the MCU."
current status: not being kissed or riding a dragon this is unacceptable
penguin coming out of the water like a goddess of the sea and stealing that sandwich was the tightest shit i have ever seen
Imagine having a threesome with your current icon and the icon you had before