jewishevelinebaker:

greelin:

greelin:

greelin:

if i was a court jester i’d flirt with the king at any given opportunity. subtle at first but if he was interested and we’d share banter then i’d sit in his lap. then he would say i’m the funniest silliest little man alive and kiss me with tongue

how could he NOT fall in love with me though like i am literally there making him giggle, daily. a grown man covered in gold and he is just laughing at my stupid little jokes. i have that bastard wrapped around my finger. He knows it

all part of the plan

inthetags:

Reblog and put in the tags a story you had loved, but had an unsatisfying ending. (Not like “rage inducingly bad” ending but more of a “huh….that’s it?” underwhelming ending.)

singthepraise:

iiterative:

‘the point of fiction is to build the world we want to see!’ respectfully. No It Is Not.

the point of fiction is to make up some guys and then be like “wouldn’t it be fucked up if this happened to them?”

hozierfucks:

animentality:

[ID: two tweets by Janel Comeau @VeryBadLlama (13 Jun 23):

apparently a lot of cis women need to hear this but a world where our faces, bodies, hair, breasts, clothing and voice are constantly scrutinized as “not feminine enough” is infinitely more dangerous than a world where trans women might also be in the bathroom and need to pee

angry people feeling an obsessive need to look at every inch of my body to decide if some small flaw in my waist proportions or jawline warrants demanding to inspect my ID or genitals does not feel particularly safe to me

/ end ID]

judas-redeemed:

been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven’t lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won’t be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won’t make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.

weitual:

u don’t understand it’s like u want to gif and then u think about flopping and then u think notes shouldn’t matter and then u think it’s nice to cross 200 reblogs that aren’t just u and then u think what’s the point if it’s already gifed and then u think that u should gif whatever u like and then u think for what and then u think for ur happiness and then u look at the notes again

mormorando:

girlbossjodiarias:

escuerzoresucitado:

#all they serve is cunt