I can hear my sister neighing
This is JASON FYLES and he goes to my university (Newcastle University, North East of England) He is 19 years old, 5’8, ginger hair and slim. He was last seen in the Sandyford area at 2:45am on Thursday morning and has not been seen since. He was wearing a blue shirt, grey cardigan, beige chinos and brown ankle boots. Everyone in uni is so worried about him along with his family and friends. We are coming together as a university to appeal for his safe return. It is thought that he lost his friends on the night out and tried to make his way back by himself. Please, I am begging for you to REBLOG THIS, even if you don’t live in Newcastle, or England. Every REBLOG means that someone else will see his face, they will know who we are looking for, and your followers could be the one to know his whereabouts. Stay safe Jason, we’re looking for you.
THIS WILL NOT RUIN YOUR BLOG!
PLEASE. Nobody reblogged my own post on this which I posted an hour or so ago so I’m wondering if nobody will now. This guy is my friend. If I have ever sent you a nice ask or reblogged something of yours and it made you happy for a second (or even if I haven’t; this is about helping him, not doing me a favour) for God’s sake just help now, help to find my friend Jason. You want me to make him human to you?
- Once we all grew beans in pots as part of a Biology experiment- the experiment failed miserably and made the whole lab stink, but his was the only bean that grew and he was actually pretty proud about it
- He learned to knit as part of a school project where he had to learn a creative skill, and when a couple of people teased him about it he said “gender is a social construct” and carried on knitting like a badass
- He loves the scene in The Great Gatsby where Gatsby throws all his silk shirts around and he and I used to giggle over it together
- Once I asked him if he had a string of tinsel I could use in a photoshoot and he brought me a big cardboard box full of tinsel and fairy lights because he’s a helpful and lovely guy
He’s HUMAN and he needs our HELP and just PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING REBLOG THIS??? He’s been missing for four days now- when he went missing he would have been wearing his contact lenses and he won’t have had his (very thick) glasses with him so by now he’ll have had to take his contacts out and throw them away and he won’t be able to see well and oh God just please signal boost this
these are amazing???Hauntgey is my final form.
Really diggin the beautiful horse
So I wonder, if you put enough rubber bands around someone’s head…
THIS WEBSITE IS MADE UP OF PSYCHOPATHS AND DRUGGIES I SWEAR
this is what you’re getting yahoo.
this is what you’re getting.
Yahoo! is going to regret buying this site.
You gotta admit this one looks pretty cool
That’s the most epic mashup I’ve seen so far holy crap this should be put into the games
OKAY IM DOING A SCHOOL PROJECT ON GAY MARRIAGE AND I HAVE TO USE STATISTICS SO REBLOG IF YOU SUPPORT GAY MARRIAGE AND LIKE IF YOU DONT
nope nope nope nope nope
WHAT… IS… THIS…….
I THOUGHT THAT WAS ICE
“This a photograph taken from the teenager (shirtless guy) named Austin Schafer’s Twitter account, of a kid being tied up and beaten by upper classmen at Columbia High School in Nampa, Idaho.
This is a recent photograph and one where the school’s authorities have not taken action yet. Remember this kid’s name and repost this picture.
The Neanderthal trash who are bullying him deserve to have this picture plastered all over the Internet for prospective college admission offices to see so their career pinnacle can be asking me which kind of soup I want at Olive Garden.
If you’ve been a victim of bullying or know someone who has, please repost.”
Dang I live 5 minutes away from there
Those guys are sons of bitches.
This is awful.
Fellow Idahoans please get this out there.
Calling this trash Neanderthals is pretty insulting to Neanderthals. From what I remember from Anthropology (which was a LONG time ago), Neanderthals were pretty chill people
god what is wrong with these people
Karma’s going to be a prick to them.
can we talk about the way the letter g is written on computer fonts
if i ever try to write that on paper it looks so weird
I tried once. It hardly resembled that.
Up above, the clouds blotted the sun with their swollen blue-gray bodies, spewing soft, frozen water to the land they currently dominated. Trees were helpless against the brumal wind, their leaves having fallen off the previous season. The ones too stubborn to let go only hung by a thin bridge, ready to succumb to the wind any given moment.
The gale howled proudly, screaming out its victory, as if it were pleased with its destruction. Animals and humans alike hid from the incomprehensible voice, only coming from their dens if absolutely necessary.
A lone figure plowed sluggishly through the sea of white slush, wrapped in a produced pelt of a grizzly bear. He ignored the governing voice and instead trudged on, much to its anger.
The man wanted to get home, sit by his warm fire, and down a mug of hot chocolate, possibly adding an interesting book into the mix. But that would have to wait for the time being. A lone, wordless complaint sliced through the air. Someone was crying. But who? A child? He turned to follow the distressed calls, his trail creating a near-candy cane curve. There, nearly engulfed by the show, were two creatures—sphinx kittens.
Where had their mother gone? Had she abandoned her two kits, or had the storm killed her off?
No one was around, save for the people in their houses, just a mile down. But they wouldn’t help. Why should they? What would come from caring for two beasts that would eventually turn on and devour their caregiver? Let them die, they would say.
The human, filled with pity, seized the sphinx kits and held them close. Their bodies were dangerously cold—had he been just a minute late and they might have lost consciousness, or worse, their lives. The wails of desperation lessened to moans of comfort, bringing a smile to the man’s face.
He decided to raise them as his own, to teach them the ways of humans, to become a family. Warmth spread throughout his body, bringing new vigor to his cold, tired limbs. The storm seemed minuscule now, just another hurdle to jump.
Maybe he could do something great.
ONLY TWO MORE WEEKS UNTIL ONE PIECE IN BACK ON TOONAMI STARTING WITH THE DAVY BACK FIGHTS
OH MY GOSH
I. AM. SO. HAPPY.
PLEASE READ THIS (AND REBLOG IT SO OTHER PEOPLE CAN READ IT) IF YOU’RE A GIRL AND YOU POST PICTURES OF YOURSELF ON TUMBLR!!!
my name is loren and i was formerly tumblr user “wanktissue” but i have now taken my blog off because yesterday morning i was given a link to a thread about me on a…