you are beautiful
there's no one quite like you
brotherhood of the traveling shirt of sex.
These people are quickly making purple my favorite color.
(via editoress)
oh sam. you’ll never get that scholarship back to school now
DUCKFACE I SEES IT
(Source: possemagnet)
i’m crying literally crying fury’s gift
oh my god steve’s gift
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the difference between DC & Marvel
(via disconnectedreality)
If Benedict Cumberbatch doesn’t win a BAFTA I will start the WWIII
You have my axe
And my bow
And my, uh, harpoon.
don’t forget the riding crop
And his gun.
And the knife
If all else fails:
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
I love drags, they are super cool and cute!
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Golden Retrievers that look like Chris Evans
this is the most glorious thing i’ve seen in my life.
(via the-avengers-carnival)
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I don’t know who you are, but I like your style.
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Reblog if you think that David Tennant needs to carry the Olympic Flame.
Obviously.
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you know what?
NO. this is not going to fucking happen to me again. you are not going to walk all over me like you own me. if you think you can do this shit to me and still look me in the face with your shit-eating grin, you’ve got another thing coming. i’m stronger now, and i’m going to win this. this is my life, i’m going to live it how i want to. you know who you are.
PSA:
hey, guys. i just…no, there’s no way to explain this. i’m done. FUCKING DONE. i’m going to be gone for a while. sorry, i just need to take care of some shit. i’ll probably be back in a week or so, but if not, wait another week. or don’t, it’s okay, i’ll understand. thanks.
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Tis my other blog <3
beautiful <3
