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So I guess somebody heard the alliance plan on attacking Orgrimmar at some point (there’s 20 level 90 horde online atm and there’s maybe 3 of them in orgrimmar lol)
and this dude’s running around on a level 6 mage screaming
it amuses me
OGRIMAR
do you ever have those friends you just REALLY FUCKING appreciate. like god DAMN i really fucking apprecIATE YOU. thank you for fucking existing. thanks for fucking finding me worthy of you. i usually words like frick but you just make me go FUCK. FUck fuck thank you
what are lesser charms of good fortune bc i have 163 of them what do they do and are they worth it
You turn them into Mogu Runes of Fate, and use them for extra chances of loot in Throne of Thunder.
i need 2 go take my shower right now so im not all gross and stinky for the raid
Oh man do you do not know how many times I have said this before a raid.
TEAM BAGEL RULES!
I have nothing but love and respect for the people who reblog these things, because I know their hearts are in the right place (and I’m NOT criticizing those people with this post, so please don’t take it as such), but these posts I see going around of, “Mom will acknowledge me as XX gender if I get 500,000 notes" or “Dad won’t make me give up my beloved pet that keeps me from being depressed if I can get 200,000 notes" and such just makes me cringe.
If you base your parenting methods on the amount of ‘likes’ something gets, YOU ARE A SHITTY PARENT. Nope, sorry. You just ARE.
You should be willing to acknowledge your child’s gender identity BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM.
You should be willing to try and keep something that is supporting your child emotionally BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM.
NOT using it as an excuse for a popularity contest.
I’m always skeptical if those posts are true or if they’re just a sad attempt to make someone ‘tumblrfamous’, but if they are true? Their parents are shitty, plain and simple.
No amount of tumblr notes is going to erase a mother’s transphobia. No amount of tumblr notes is going to magically make a father like his daughter’s pet.
Anyone need live-in houseboy?
Alright. In for the night on a friend’s couch. I vastly underestimated how cold the ground gets. And how scary footsteps can be. And how vital toilets are…
I need a plan B and fast.
We interrupt this broadcast for an emergency Bay Area, CA signal boost.
signal boost for 1niska