there’s no “we” in food get the fuck away from me
there’s no “we” in food get the fuck away from me
Prince Gumball’s path to the throne was brutal. Fionna wasn’t around during the Sugar Wars; Gumball distracts her by acting super bland and wearing disco pants.
Marshall Lee knows the truth, but as Chaotic Neutral, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit.
I feel like this should be obvious. But every time I see someone say “yes means yes; no means no” I cringe a little. Consent isn’t always that simple.
exactly
I remember we were having a discussion on what “consent” means with a grad student and a bunch of my cute little babes, and I physically hurt when I heard one of them say “well, sometimes you have to say yes. Because sometimes you’re trapped. And you’d rather say yes and and feel like it’s okay, than say no and feel like it’s rape.”
I saw another girl nod in agreement. “Yeah, because sometimes you don’t have any other option. You’d rather just say yes and get it over with. Y’know?”
I swear, I felt like finding whoever the fuck made my babes feel like couldn’t refuse and taking them the fuck down. No one deserves that. No one deserves to be forced into saying “yes” because its the path of least fucking resistance.
#hey burton stop shipping your wife and your best friend it’s getting weird
tim burton’s entire film career has been a slow, faltering, roundabout way of asking for a threesome
Reblogging for the caption.
ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES