My parents are both pastors and once I was fucking this one dude who’s dad was the pastor of the rival church and he whispered ‘talk biblical to me’ so i started reciting Psalms 23 and we ended up getting into a competition of who could recite the most bible versus before they cummed
the fuck kind of romeo and juliet is this
i mean really what else was i going to do with these guys
WE TRIED TO TAKE SOME PICS OF GEORGE WITH CHERRY BLOSSOMS FALLING IN THE AIR BUT WHEN THEY FELL HE MADE THIS FACE
and here we have Gavin Free not giving a shit.
LA, FINALS: RHIANNON MCGAVIN, ZARIYA ALLEN, BELISSA ESCOBEDO, “SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA”
stop calling bi, poly, and pan girl lesbians 2k14
Do not pity the dead Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who hope for the third season of In The Flesh.
I think my favourite stucky trope is when bucky is in love with steve and is at war and the guys start talking about the girls they’re going home to and bucky feels left out so he lies and says he has a girl but bases every detail of this girl off of steve
blows my mind that women are considered shrill and whiny when all i have to do is insinuate that male feelings are not my #1 priority at all times and every indignant male in a 500 mile radius comes out of the woodwork to let me know how they feel
When you make a reference and someone actually gets it
Black Widow Vol. 5 #1-#10 (Phil Noto)
*Forever, that is, that is non-negotiable.
"So, what you’re telling me right now is that the giant pile of women’s underwear in your closet isn’t Allison’s, or Lydia’s, or your mom’s, or Erica’s, Danielle’s, Heather’s, Harley’s, Miranda’s, Ms. Blake’s, Ms. Morrell’s, and in fact, it doesn’t even belong to any woman anywhere at all in the first place?"
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I told you they’re mine… and they’re not women’s underwear. They’re my underwear. If I were a woman, then sure, they’d be women’s underwear but since I’m not like… I guess they’d be a genderqueer person’s underwear since they’re mine and I’m wearing them and… they’re just panties, Stiles! They’re my panties and I like wearing them, you know?”
“Well, no, Scotty, I mean. I don’t… like, dude, I’ve never even worn panties before so I definitely don’t know that and I didn’t know that you liked wearing them since apparently you only wear them on the days when we don’t fuck. Like, what? Do you just get really lucky here or do you have some kind of schedule for it?”
“It’s luck, mostly, like… dude, scheduling sex with us is just asking for some terrible murderous something to show up and need stopping right when you’re reaching for the condoms. Why would I even do that?”
“Point taken, but Scott, seriously? Why didn’t you tell me about this? Didn’t you want me to know? Sure, it’s not what I would’ve guessed was in your closet or your locker or anything but… is it some kind of genderqueer thing for you? Because I swear to freaking God, I’d never dick you around about that.”
“It’s not… I don’t even really know, though? That’s the thing—like… it might be a genderqueer thing? But it might not be? It’s all kind of messy and stuff, and I wasn’t really trying to keep it from you or anything? I just don’t really know what it is or how to explain it or anything, but… it really doesn’t matter what’s going on genderly for me today or how I feel or what pronouns feel right whenever they do, it’s just… Wearing panties just feels better than anything else to me? They’re comfortable, and I like how I feel when I’m wearing them, and there’s less of that skin-crawling feeling like something’s wrong with me… But then there’s all the other stuff I like about them, too? Like the feel of the fabric on my skin and how they’re all really cute and… I just really, really like wearing them, okay?”
“Yeah. Okay, Scotty—and y’know, if you like wearing them so much and it really makes you feel that much better, you could just… wear them all the time? Y’know, if you wanted to? And if you did that on days when we might get to break out the lube, the condoms, and the duct tape, then… that’d be okay with me? And, uh… not to be disrespectful or anything, but since we’re in your secret panty stash in the first place? Can I see how your butt looks in the pink polka dot ones? I’ll keep the cat-calling to a minimum, hand to God.”
“…Yeah. Sure. I’ll put them on for you. But only if you shut up and kiss me first.”