Incorrect Icemav Quotes 7/?

I’m sobbing, THEYRE IN LOVE

I was planning on abandoning that one but @srs-bean said it's gotta be finished, so here we go :3

I have read so many DeanCas fics on AO3, and I mean WOW

25 years ago an unknown Chinese protester stood in front of a tank in defiance of the government. No one knows the identity of the man but he was given the nick name “Tank Man”. This is one of the most iconic photographs of the century.

Short DPXDC Prompts #430

Danny Phantom becomes Killer Moth’s sidekick.

already got a blazed marvel post. the adpocalypse is closer than we think so heres your daily PSA

don't interact with corporate tumblr accounts

yes even to dunk on them. i don't care if you have the sickest burn of the century lined up, don't even give them the time of day

the eventual and inevitable fall of twitter marks a change in the advertising industry, and tumblr is unclaimed territory. if we want tumblr to remain the social media bastion it has become, it needs to remain as unappealing to corporations as possible. do not engage. in a marketing strategist's eyes, any kind of attention is good attention. don't "silence, brand" them. don't kungpowpenis them. don't send them hate anons. don't hate-follow them. corporate tumblrs are not a single entity and they will not be harassed off this site. we only have a shot at repelling them because of tumblr's lack of an algorithm. so turn off recommended posts on your dashboard, put it chronological order, and install an adblocker. if you don't seek out these blazed posts and actively ignore them when they happen upon you, the corporations will starve. in this case, the best kind of protest is a silent one

OOOOHHHHH MY GOD I LOVE THIS AUTHOR

The Final Chapter

Here is Chapter 40 of Sliding into Home

If you’d like to start from the beginning. Here is Chapter 1

DO I NEED TO MAKE MY OWN CORKBOARD THEORY BOARD FOR THIS FUCKING INTERNET VIDEO!!! YOU MR MARKIPLIER HAVE EARNED MY RESPECT!!

Ya’ll I’m gonna need you to tell me what happens tonight if I can’t be there.

On the morning of the knife fight I was scheduled to lose, I washed myself in the ritual soap and dressed in soft, loose fitting clothes as was the custom. I would not break my fast until after the deed was done.

My second ferried me to the entry point at the North, where I declared my secret name to the gatekeeper and several acolytes in quick succession. They prepared me for the inner sanctum, infusing my veins with salt water and drawing intricate sigils on my chest. I bid farewell to my second, who would keep vigil outside. I remember very little after this, but when I awoke, I felt a great weight had been lifted from my chest.

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Anyway, the top surgery yesterday went great!