Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

why is it that not more than 1/20 of Tumblr haven’t reblogged this

rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

I will never not reblog this.

most accurate thing I’ve read today

I will never not reblog this.

Posting my drafts too early & without context. Part of the AU with no Uma on the Isle.

The hostage – the king! – is tied up by the mast.

It’s a hostage, and what else is to be done with a hostage taken by a vicious pirate crew?

Obviously, the boy king is tied up by the mast.

Harry and his sisters stand in front of the prisoner, but they ignore him. He has no gold on him, at least none worth taking. Harry thinks that people with that poor fashion sense simply shouldn’t be this rich.

The fact that his shit is ugly didn’t stop CJ from robbing him blind, though, and proclaiming that she could score it at the marketplace and get something pretty for her Shadow Witch.

Which is a wrong method, and Harry must tell his little sister so – Which reminded Harriet about those bracelets of hers that went missing just yesterday – Which made the boy king talk and offer mountains and valleys and the blue of the sky should they let him go.

Harry turns away from his sisters, the argument frozen. He sneers and feels his eyes burning; his head hurts. Next to him, Harriet mirrors his expression, he knows, and CJ too, just slightly off-the-centre. He wants to laugh at that, but instead he just bares his teeth at the hostage.

A laugh escapes his lips anyway, a crazed giggle.

„Pretty lies, boy king. Pretty pretty lies.“

(We’ve stopped believing in your lies eternity ago.)

„You couldn’t possibly offer anything that we would want–“ And yet Harriet’s eyes shine with greed as she spits out these words, the sheen reflected and magnified in another two pairs of eyes.

(Because we’re nothing but liars, anyway.)

The king breathes in to say something, defend himself or promise to freeze the hell, and Harry snaps his teeth at him. No talking, little king–

(Keep talking, keep promising.)

I need more!! <3

Here's the story this belongs to!

Thank you!

Posting my drafts too early & without context. Part of the AU with no Uma on the Isle.

The hostage – the king! – is tied up by the mast.

It’s a hostage, and what else is to be done with a hostage taken by a vicious pirate crew?

Obviously, the boy king is tied up by the mast.

Harry and his sisters stand in front of the prisoner, but they ignore him. He has no gold on him, at least none worth taking. Harry thinks that people with that poor fashion sense simply shouldn’t be this rich.

The fact that his shit is ugly didn’t stop CJ from robbing him blind, though, and proclaiming that she could score it at the marketplace and get something pretty for her Shadow Witch.

Which is a wrong method, and Harry must tell his little sister so – Which reminded Harriet about those bracelets of hers that went missing just yesterday – Which made the boy king talk and offer mountains and valleys and the blue of the sky should they let him go.

Harry turns away from his sisters, the argument frozen. He sneers and feels his eyes burning; his head hurts. Next to him, Harriet mirrors his expression, he knows, and CJ too, just slightly off-the-centre. He wants to laugh at that, but instead he just bares his teeth at the hostage.

A laugh escapes his lips anyway, a crazed giggle.

„Pretty lies, boy king. Pretty pretty lies.“

(We’ve stopped believing in your lies eternity ago.)

„You couldn’t possibly offer anything that we would want–“ And yet Harriet’s eyes shine with greed as she spits out these words, the sheen reflected and magnified in another two pairs of eyes.

(Because we’re nothing but liars, anyway.)

The king breathes in to say something, defend himself or promise to freeze the hell, and Harry snaps his teeth at him. No talking, little king–

(Keep talking, keep promising.)

I need more!! <3

Here's the story this belongs to!

Posting my drafts too early & without context. Part of the AU with no Uma on the Isle.

The hostage – the king! – is tied up by the mast.

It’s a hostage, and what else is to be done with a hostage taken by a vicious pirate crew?

Obviously, the boy king is tied up by the mast.

Harry and his sisters stand in front of the prisoner, but they ignore him. He has no gold on him, at least none worth taking. Harry thinks that people with that poor fashion sense simply shouldn’t be this rich.

The fact that his shit is ugly didn’t stop CJ from robbing him blind, though, and proclaiming that she could score it at the marketplace and get something pretty for her Shadow Witch.

Which is a wrong method, and Harry must tell his little sister so – Which reminded Harriet about those bracelets of hers that went missing just yesterday – Which made the boy king talk and offer mountains and valleys and the blue of the sky should they let him go.

Harry turns away from his sisters, the argument frozen. He sneers and feels his eyes burning; his head hurts. Next to him, Harriet mirrors his expression, he knows, and CJ too, just slightly off-the-centre. He wants to laugh at that, but instead he just bares his teeth at the hostage.

A laugh escapes his lips anyway, a crazed giggle.

„Pretty lies, boy king. Pretty pretty lies.“

(We’ve stopped believing in your lies eternity ago.)

„You couldn’t possibly offer anything that we would want–“ And yet Harriet’s eyes shine with greed as she spits out these words, the sheen reflected and magnified in another two pairs of eyes.

(Because we’re nothing but liars, anyway.)

The king breathes in to say something, defend himself or promise to freeze the hell, and Harry snaps his teeth at him. No talking, little king–

(Keep talking, keep promising.)

I need more!! <3

Posting my drafts too early & without context. Part of the AU with no Uma on the Isle.

The hostage – the king! – is tied up by the mast.

It’s a hostage, and what else is to be done with a hostage taken by a vicious pirate crew?

Obviously, the boy king is tied up by the mast.

Harry and his sisters stand in front of the prisoner, but they ignore him. He has no gold on him, at least none worth taking. Harry thinks that people with that poor fashion sense simply shouldn’t be this rich.

The fact that his shit is ugly didn’t stop CJ from robbing him blind, though, and proclaiming that she could score it at the marketplace and get something pretty for her Shadow Witch.

Which is a wrong method, and Harry must tell his little sister so – Which reminded Harriet about those bracelets of hers that went missing just yesterday – Which made the boy king talk and offer mountains and valleys and the blue of the sky should they let him go.

Harry turns away from his sisters, the argument frozen. He sneers and feels his eyes burning; his head hurts. Next to him, Harriet mirrors his expression, he knows, and CJ too, just slightly off-the-centre. He wants to laugh at that, but instead he just bares his teeth at the hostage.

A laugh escapes his lips anyway, a crazed giggle.

„Pretty lies, boy king. Pretty pretty lies.“

(We’ve stopped believing in your lies eternity ago.)

„You couldn’t possibly offer anything that we would want–“ And yet Harriet’s eyes shine with greed as she spits out these words, the sheen reflected and magnified in another two pairs of eyes.

(Because we’re nothing but liars, anyway.)

The king breathes in to say something, defend himself or promise to freeze the hell, and Harry snaps his teeth at him. No talking, little king–

(Keep talking, keep promising.)

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Bot accounts and Real people with accounts.

I’m pretty sure the tumblr community is well aware of this problem and probably loads of other people have already made posts about this, so I’ll keep it brief.

So recently blogs like this keep appearing in my followers list (these are recent ones)

Now when you get a spam blogs or p*rn bots you’re supposed to blog them. But some these blogs are actual people who are new on tumblr and have the default icon, so you’re supposed to check before who block them. But here’s the problem…

some of these blogs don’t have anything. No posts, No description, No title. So you’re gonna automatically assume that these are spam and block them.

Now I hate fact that some of these blogs belong to actual people and I’ve been blocking and reporting on blogs like these for the past few days, and that they’re probably wondering why there being blocked or reported. ( sorry to the people who own blogs like these that I blocked you)

So a couple of tips for new blogs on this site,

1.You could change the title (a catchphrase, a favorite quote, a random sentence etc.) or type small description, or whatever random stuff you like!

2. You could change the your avator or icon (it be a picture of you, a cartoon, again it’s your choice do whatever)

3.If you’re not planning to frequently post stuff and just sign in to check out other people’s stuff, just put a put a post something like this just to show you’re new here.(again u can write down anything)

if you’re reading this and new to this website I hope you found these suggestions useful and should stop you from getting blocked immediately. Happy posting.

I’m rebloging this because I’ve been getting more empty, default looking accounts following me again. And this me again telling you to change it.

Unfortunately, this will require reblogs.

[Video description: a man holding a small chocolate box is wearing a orange plaid shirt, he is mostly bald but has a beard and small amount of hair on his head. The man also has tattoos on his arms.

Man: you know, momma always said having kids was like a box of chocolates

You never know what your gonna get

(the man opens the box and pulls out a small note with the word pansexual written on it)

Man: thats a good one!

(pulls out note with bisexual written on it)

Man: i like that one too!

(pulls out another note with asexual on it)

Man: thats a good one!

(pulls out card with gender fluid on it)

Man: yes!

(pulls out card with non binary on it)

Man: oh, yes!

(pulls out card with trans gender on it)

Man: definitely!!

(pulls out card with straight on it)

Man: thats a good one

(pulls out card with gay on it)

Man: i like that one!

(pulls out card with lesbian on it)

Man: and i like this one too!

There isn’t anything in this box that i dont like!

The video ends and is credited to princess dad @/ourdadnow on tik tok

End description]

this is so wholesome it made me fucking tear up

I’m reblogging this because it truly made me cry. If you’re LGBTQ+, and maybe having a bad day, please listen!

Reblog if you are ASEXUAL, SUPPORT ASEXUALS, or really really want to WEAR A REALLY FANCY BLACK CAPE

Im not ace but im the other two :3

Inclusive or

ALL OF THE ABOVE

Well I’m grey ace, but–

reblog if your name isn't Hans.

We’ll find you Hans.

This post is scandalous.

reblogging because hans cant. 

If you scroll past this I am going to assume your name is Hans.

I couldn’t not reblog…

3,531,544 non-Han’s

Oh hans, if only you could reblog this.

3,697,721 non Han’s

im not hans

by process of elimination we will find every Hans on this site

Why the fuck are there 10 million people on this site??

Where are you Hans

We’ll find you Hans

Come out, come out wherever you are Hans…

hans can’t run forever.

Tumblr will find you, hans. There’s no escape.

Hans will be found and eliminated

One by one they will f a l l

✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nuh, not me

My name is Roller and I support this message

nearly 11 million people not named hans

MY NAMES NOT HANS K I D

Oh wow looks like I am not Hans.

Wow, thats a lotta people who aren’t Hans

It’s OK, Hans. Come live in my closet. I’ll feed you cereal ‘til the mob abates.

Why are we hunting down Hans?

Hans knows.

Not Hans uwu

I don’t think I’m hans

To those thinking we’ll actually find Hans:

I am not hands but we will find them eventually

the me is not the hans.

ELEVEN MILLION NOT HANS?!

Make that Eleven million and one.

No Hans in sight yet..

I Like to think there is a sad Hans looking at this

nope not hans- yall can call me starry tho

Hi my name is not Hans