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There's a thing called breathing that I do. But not underwater or in air-tight containers.
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So I was half watching a show that had a couple of eps back to back, just really fucking ragging on women. You know fucking seth McFarlane thinks we’re all sluts etc…
I let my partner know that I no longer want to bang tonight cause I’m too fucking angry. I let him know why.
He says that hey those kinda shows deal with outrageous stereotypes and I shouldn’t be upset.
That’s what he said, outrageous stereotypes. Like its not how every single goddam person is socially trained to treat women like shit. That its just something that happens in tv land. I was fucking furious.
I’m so tired of being … LESS, just because I’m a goddamn woman.
in all my years that i have been on this earth i have not played spin the bottle once. does this mean that i’ve never actually lived? do a lot of people actually even play spin the bottle? or is its importance and prevalence stretched and exaggerated in media? these are the questions of the hour
Are teen parties with alcohol and red solo cups even real?!!?!
Has anyone ever participated in a food fight?!?
holy shit I have participated in a food fight. at my fancy-ass rich aunts house, we were having spaghetti and meatballs. my daring amazing mum flicked a bit of pasta at her boyfriend, he retaliated. someone grabbed a full handful and flung it at someone else. there were like 12 adults there, chucking pasta at each other, rubbing it into each others hair and my aunt was screaming and banning everyone from the house forever for ruining her cream carpet with pasta sauce.
Another time my sister came in while I was having a shower so i flicked water at her. she got a bucket of cold water and tipped it over the top of the shower screen. i screamed and my stepdad came in to complain about the noise and he got a bucket in the face of cold water. then my mum bought the water hose into the house…
be a pal and like people’s text posts. reblog their selfies. respond to their questions. even if you don’t know the answer and even if you’ve never really talked to them before. there’s nothing worse that feeling alone on a website where everyone promotes love and friendship.
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.”
Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
*crushes mouse while hitting reblog button*