you know people really should go easier on david karp
i mean its not like he
- banned links from asks
- banned certain kinds of punctuation from asks
- banned enter keys from asks
- gave asks a word limit
- limited the number of asks you can send an hour
- took away wrapped tags
- gave us a new dashboard design that no one liked
- has been trying unsuccessfully for months to get rid of missing e
- told us that if we want to talk to people on tumblr we should just “take it to email or facebook”
- made tumblr 30 times more complicated than it needs to be
hey wait a second
“Dad.” You can hear John’s eyeroll in his voice. “It was snugglebros. And yes, we’re actually dating now. If you try to give me the sex talk, I swear I’ll plug my ears and scream.”
Dad chuckles indulgently. “All right. I’ll trust that you have that aspect of your relationship well in hand.”
“Oh my God, Dad.”
“Oh. Goodness. That was unintentional.”” —this fic is so fucking good (via piratenkoenigin)
in honor of 2011 i have wasted the final day of 2011 just like how i wasted every other day in 2011
do you think captain picard browses for wank material the same way he orders his tea omg
“porn, lesbian. hot.”
I like to think he writes his own incredibly good smutty Dickens fanfic or something and reads only the very best dirty fics on the ‘net.
and then occasionally Q deletes all his bookmarks and replaces them with badly written My Little Pony porn
“Stop fighting this,” e whispered, gently stroking a finger down the side of tumblr’s cheek. He flinched, but didn’t recoil as vehemently as e had expected, so he continued, rubbing soothing patterns onto the familiar blue skin.
“Don’t you see? We’re meant to be together.”
And maybe tumblr did see, deep down. But that didn’t stop him from glaring because it hurt, it always hurt with e and the resentment flared again at the reminder that somehow, somehow he couldn’t avoid this pain.
“Tell me we don’t fit together,” e whispered against his lips, still stroking those burning, glowing patterns into his skin. “Tell me I don’t complete you.”
Title: A Good Friend Once Told Me (We Are Memories)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, if you squint.
Summary: They were going to have a talk. A talk with emotions. And Winchesters never did that without a beer. Set after 7x10. Title from I Won’t See You Tonight Part 1.
He should’ve expected it, the great old bastard, but he’s never been great at doing the stuff he oughta, and Castiel’s cool shoulder against his still takes him by surprise.
a letter written by mr. Stephen Fry to a girl suffering from depression
continues using missing e as an act of rebellion
from the twelve districts of missing e users, two bloggers will be chosen, a fandom blog and one that only posts like coffee and shorts and stuff. These twenty four websites will be brought into the headquarters and forced to post to the death for karp’s amusement and horror. they will have shipwars and unsourced weheartit fights for days, until one blog remains. and that blog will live to use scripts from other websites, while also facing the daunting task of training the next young blogger for the Annual Tumblr Games.