Meeperme’s 50 Follower Giveaway! Yay!
I hit 50 followers a while ago and I have all this shit so hey! Let’s do a giveaway!
- You must be following me to be eligible to win.
- Likes and reblogs both count!
- You may reblog as much as you want, just don’t spam your followers!
- No side/giveaway blogs please!
- I will pick a few winners. Winning does not guarantee EVERYTHING in this picture. It will be split up.
- You must be okay with giving me your address!
- All the Anime DVDs pictured!
- Manga pictured, and much more.
- Pictured Pokemon Movies/DVDs
- Bamboo Create drawing tablet!
- My old Bamboo Pen tablet.
- Karkat and Terezi Horns with troll facepaint.
- About 500 erasers (pictured)
- Death Note wallscrolls
- Various figurines (pictured)
- Hello Kitty bag
- Tokidoki and Hello Kitty iPhone 4 cases
- Aperture Science scarf
- Plush Tarepanda! :3
- Lion hat and fox hat.
- Gold Skullcandy Lowrider headphones
You may message me any questions you have! :D
Ends May 25th!
Bumping this! Thanks to everyone who has entered so far!
I was unable to upload more than 10 photos in the op, but I have a few more things I am willing to giveaway. Photo below!
You can’t make this shit up:
CNN broke the news on Sunday of a guilty verdict in a rape case in Steubenville, Ohio by lamenting that the “promising” lives of the rapists had been ruined, but spent very little time focusing on how the 16-year-old victim would have to live with what was done to her.
Judge Thomas Lipps announced on Sunday that Trent Mays, 17, and Ma’lik Richmond, 16, would be given a maximum sentence after being found guilty of raping a 16-year-old girl while she was unconscious. Richmond could be released from a juvenile rehabilitation facility by the age of 21 and Mays could be incarcerated until the age of 24.
CNN’s Candy Crowley began her breaking news report by showing Lipps handing down the sentence and telling CNN reporter Poppy Harlow that she “cannot imagine” how emotional the sentencing must have been.
Harlow explained that it had been “incredibly difficult” to watch “as these two young men — who had such promising futures, star football players, very good students — literally watched as they believed their life fell apart.”
Yeah, never mind the victim here. At least she still isn’t in jail, amirite?! It’s not like they’re being punished much too lightly for a heinous crime or something.
Oh, wait.. And notice how it’s “their lives are ruined” versus “they ruined their lives”
Journalism: You’re doing it absolutely, heinously wrong.
so many ties and tries
we’ve bound and failed thus
every time grown stronger
only to break apart
and bind again
for no reason but love
no matter how strong our love can be
it can only break so many times
before we’re done
for each other’s heart’s sake
if this is the last time I hear from you,
at least for a few years,
I say to you “auf wiedersehen”
because I love you, I love you, my dear
sitting in a boat together,
listening to the waves,
my fishing pole is waiting but you have one on the line
you’re reeling it in slow like you want it to get away
and once you pull it up and out
you stare into it’s face,
I think you’re hoping it’s gonna beg
but it just thrashes around, dying
while you watch, deciding whether to throw it out or let it stay.
Destroying myself with hurtful words and anxious thought,
I relied on you to keep me from being distraught,
Who am I to ask for anyone to make the war on myself, stop?
there are two distinct passions I have for you
they are deeply intertwined
It’s only by the tips that I can unravel the two,
spiraling out and splitting,
each to pierce me in their own way,
beating me until I cave-in and extrude all my sensibilities,
expunging what I can,
you have had this ombre effect on me, with me,
as you start deep and vibrant only to etiolate
right before me as though I were nothing
Come crawling back to me
And let me restrain you on this love seat
While I inject you with my virulent and ardent attachment
Watching as you pull against the restraints, a half smile pulling on my lips
This is exactly what you didn’t want and now you’re burning with fury and hunger directed at me,
My offer isn’t enough. You pull at the restraints and let yourself free, slinking back into the shadows that make you feel free.
‘Twas the night of Saturnalia, and all through the house,
Not a creature was sober, not even a mouse.
Our clothing was thrown on the floor without care,
In the hopes that orgasms would soon be there.
The partygoes were smashed out of their heads,
While hallucinations and delirium danced through…
Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me that
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.
I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”
“Please don’t go away again.”
Sometimes you are gone for days at a time
and it is all I can do not to call the police,
file a missing person’s report, even though
you are right there, still sleeping next to me
in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house
in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders.
Except in this case I am the intruder and you
are already locked up so tight that no one
could possibly jimmy their way in.
Last night I thought I gave you a reason
not to be so sad when I held your body like
a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason,
all sensibility, all love. I know better now.
I know what to say to the things you admit to me
in the dark, all bones and restless hands.
“It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.”
“Please come back to me again.”
I want to expel all the anger and hate that I have
I want to let it go and flow into your soul
I want you to feel what I’ve felt
and know the damage that you have dealt