There Have Been A Couple Of Posts Going Around About How Smut Writers Have The Challenge Of Keeping A

I remember we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

FAST CAR, TRACY CHAPMAN

the 5 love languages: song recommendations, parallel play, talking about The Character, offering to kill each other’s parents, gifting little trinkets

Travel with me

he’s unhinged but he makes sure the crew has cake. he imagines the love of his life as a merman swimming to save him. he makes a figment of his own mind ring the bell in his imaginary inn. he’s high as shit. he’s wearing a pearl necklace with his hair in a messy bun. he ripped the ship’s wheel off after steering it into a storm. he painted a little bride cake topper to look like him. he’s crying on the floor every night. he conjured up a little pig to follow him around in purgatory. he’s thrown knives at every available surface. and have you seen his eyes. literally nobody is doing it like ed teach.

If somebody pitched me traditional gender roles for the first time they would have me in the first half not going to lie.

Oh, in a complex society with a massive amount of required knowledge and responsibilities, two people traditionally partner together so that the knowledge and responsibilities can be divided between them? Awesome!

Wait what do you mean the responsibilities are assigned at birth.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE HALF HAS FEWER CIVIL RIGHTS.

lisbon, portugal ⋅ ph. mario januario

Toruń, Poland by Grzegorz Januszewicz

Misha Collins and his son, West, at the Supernatural Convention, Las Vegas, 2014.

me: “yeah I dated a guy in high school who came out as gay. it was before i knew i was a boy so needless to say it didn’t work out”

coworker: “damn dude was preordering”