lazycatcorner:

It’s everybody’s favorite game-Cinnamon Rolls: Vampire Edition

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is in fact, a cinnamon roll:

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:

Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you:

Looks like they could kill you but are cinnamon rolls:

Sinnamon rolls:

Probably killed someone with a cinnamon roll:

Named their child Cinnamon Roll:

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spacesocialist:

im in a really bad media diversity class where the professor was trying to make a point to us about stereotypes so he was like “when you think of frankenstein you probably think of a big green monster right?” and then when everyone in class was immediately like “no it’s the scientist” he pretended he didn’t hear us 

Millennial culture is knowing Frankenstein is the scientist.

Woke Millennial Culture is, however, ALSO knowing Frankenstein was the monster.

oh SHIT

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This white boy came over a month ago and asked why my pillow was shiny. I told him it was satin, because I need a satin case to maintain my natural hairstyle overnight.

This past weekend I stayed over at his house after a party because it was too late to go back to Manhattan, and when I got in bed I noticed that one of his pillowcases was satin.

I asked him why a white, nearly bald man needed a satin pillowcase and he said he bought it for me, in case I needed to sleep over sometime. He didn’t want me to ruin my hair on cotton.

I kissed the ever-loving shit out of him.

That’s how you show a brown girl you care.

Update: he’s my boyfriend. our 1 year anniversary is coming up next month.

New Update: We had our two year anniversary on August 9th.

We also have moved in together.

As we went through his stuff for the move, we found the last of those pillowcases he bought for me in 2015.

I sleep on it every night.

THREE YEARS AS OF LAST THURSDAY

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raedainfossaest:

18 year old Regulus Black willingly drinks a torture potion and dies alone in a cave so that some day, someone will be able to defeat Voldemort.

Horace Slughorn (albeit reluctantly) shows Harry a part of his past he’s kept hidden for years, even from himself, which is a key part of defeating Voldemort.

Narcissa Malfoy looks Voldemort, a man who is not only notoriously evil but also has the ability to READ MINDS, right in the eye and lies to him for the chance to save her son.

Andromeda Tonks’ entire family is killed at the hand of her own sister and some other death eaters and she still finds the strength to go on and be a guardian to her orphaned grandchild.

But Severus Friendzone Snape, that’s the “brave Slytherin” Harry chooses to name his kid after. Ok, sure.

Raise a glass for Slytherin heroes

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theyellowbrickroad:

Did I ever tell u guys about the time my ex legitimately thought he killed me with his dick???

Ok so picture this I’m 18 and excited about sex, trying out some new positions. We are having sex in a pretty similar position to this

And my pussy is so wet it might as well be a god damn Slip N Slide ok. And he’s pounding at it fast and hard but slips out and goes to go right back in… But something is wrong. He’s about to enter….

The. Wrong. Hole.

And my eyes widen, I go to shout “noooo!!!!” But it’s all happening too fast. He thrusts right into my unlubed asshole and I scream like murder and leap right up onto my feet.

We had only been dating a couple of months at this time and there was something very important he did not know about me: I am a chronic fainter. If I’m in pain or if I see my own blood, I will pass the fuck out. I get real quiet and turn to him and say, “I am going to pass out.”

He doesn’t know I’m serious, he thinks I’m just being emotional, and he’s like “no baby come here” but as he finishes that sentence i faint and my head ping pongs off my metal bed frame, onto the wall and then finally my whole body falls on the ground.

He has never seen anybody faint before and naturally assumes I’m dead. A couple minutes later I awaken to him sobbing into my naked chest. Like this motherfucker really thought he sent me to the grave with some accidental anal sex.

SIMONE I AM YELLING

Joining tumblr was worth it just to read this. I didn’t make a terrible mistake 9 years ago, after all.

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TIL Ninja where required to learn the crafts of several civilian jobs in order to more easily infiltrate enemy positions, and they would rarely if ever wear black clothes.

via ift.tt

I didn’t think Ninjas were real, just spy’s and sometimes assassins but no one you’d specifically call “ninja”

Ninja is something of an affectation from later eras being backwards projected onto history. However, there were a number of groups that specialized in infiltration, sabotage, assassination, espionage and other “irregular warfare” tactics, often passed down in familial lines. The Iga clan of the Tokugawa period is a notable example. 

The general distinction for the historical ninja groups as opposed to someone who just performed irregular warfare (like a guerrilla or a spy), was that the ninja in question had to be a mercenary, operating outside of the feudal hierarchy, and had to be a professional, so no slitting throats as a side-hobby.

Hey, wanna know why the modern idea of ninja is “wears black clothes”?

These are “Kuroko”.

Kuroko are men and women fully dressed in black and that wear tabi on their feet. They are Kabuki theater stagehands. When they are on stage, the audience is supposed to ignore them, pretend they aren’t there, as they are “special effects”, not people per se on the stage.

Well, see, some Kabuki plays liked to play with this idea.

In certain plays, a notorious character will suddenly get stabbed by a Kuroko and die. This is shocking to the audience because Kuroko are just straight up not supposed to exist as people or characters in the play, but suddenly, one of these special effects just murdered someone. Then, they’d remove the face covering veil and reveal they were one of the characters all along.

It was a meta manner of narrative, basically. A plot twist, if you will.

That’s why the modern image of Ninja was derived from Kuroko: Unexpected Assassins, striking when no one is supposed to strike, and gone like the wind, just like that.

“Ninja” actually looked like this:

Just your regular run of the mill peasant.

That was the entire point.

To not be noticed. To be one with the crowd.

Espionage history !

As both a ninja AND a theater kid- this pleases me

I love the picture from the stage up there – your eyes do sort of just slide right over the Kuroko helping the actress stand and show off.  

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