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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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we're not kids anymore.
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XENA: WARRIOR PRINCESS Season 2, Episode 15, ‘A Day in the Life’
Angel of God Chaining The Demon of Lust. Jan Steen
ca.1660 Museum Bredius
“WHAT HAVE YOU GOT IN YOUR MOUTH?”
“Blarlarlarlblar,” said the Demon of Lust, nearly dislocating its own legs as it fought like a baby evading a diaper change.
“Could you stop! Eating! Garbage! For! One! Minute! STOP WIGGLING.”
The Demon of Lust, in a simultaneously guilty but reproachful way, stopped wiggling. Instead, it held still but stretched itself slowly but relentlessly backwards. Its eyes fixed on a new object of desire. The heap of steaming hot garbage throbbed in its vision. Upside-down, just out of reach - or was it? Carefully not wiggling, it stretched its neck backwards, extending its tongue. It could practically taste it.
“Don’t think I don’t see - no! That’s literally burning garbage!”
“Blarlarlar!”
“No! It’s burning your actual face!”
“Blarlarlar.”
“That’s it. Kennel. KENNEL.”
“Blar,” said the saddest demon in the world, staring fixedly at the hot mess.
“Lust CAN help itself around trash fires,” the angel said sternly, handling the demon in a method popularized by people trying to administer pills to struggling cats. “You can’t fix it. You’ll hurt yourself making it worse.”
“Blar.”
“Oh, tell you what. You can have a blorbo as a treat. Nice blorbo. Come on, puppy, into the kennel. Nice blorbo for you.”
One thing I love about being over 30 (and being around butches roughly the same age or within a couple of years) is how settled these butches feel in themselves. The lack of posturing over who is “most butch”.
They’re not out here to break hearts and take names.
They love being soft with people they trust. It’s an easy masculinity that is content to gently sit in a chair, minding its own business, until they sense something is amiss. It’s a gentle hand around your shoulders when things seem too crowded. They take up space in ways that feel solid but never obnoxiously about needing to be the center of things.
It’s also the way they allow themselves to be taken care of and protected too. We’re a team in each other’s care and keeping. We know this is mutual affection and care. No one has to prove themselves.
THIS INCLUDES TRANS BUTCHES. TERFS GET OFF MY DAMN POST.
“I taste her and realize I have been starving.”
— Jodi Picoult
BROOKLYN NINE-NINE | 5.02
"no worries" ah but that is where you are wrong. there are many worries
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
I have a job interview tomorrow. I can't risk it.
I can't let this pass without reblogging it. I'm so sorry.
I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classicism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
Every time you feel bad for having coffee with cream and sugar or ranch on your salad or putting extra butter and salt on your veggies I want you to imagine the spirit of John Harvey Kellogg in front of you and then I want you to kill him with a real gun and eat your delicious food in peace.
here he comes
Hello.
can someone dub in like a squeaky noise and an electronic voice that says "here comes a special boy!" every time data takes a step
couldn't figure out how to reblog with a video on tumblr so I put it on youtube
IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND
St Voyager Memes: New Year Same Guys
Just read a post that said Janeway wouldn't ask anything of her crew that she wouldn't do herself which is 100% true. But I also find it absolutely hilarious as a description because what she'd do herself is frequently, press the self destruct button while on board the ship.
Lesbian Romance Books (Interact to Boost Please)
Home Field Advantage - Dahlia Adler
Ophelia After All - Racquel Marie
I kissed Shara Wheeler - Casey McQuiston
The Stars and the Blackness Between them - Junauda Petrus
Mistakes Were Made - Meryl Winsner
She's too Pretty to Burn - Wendy Heard
The Romance Recipe - Ruby Barrett
Something to Talk About - Meryl Wilsner
In the Event of Love - Courtney Kae
The Holiday Trap - Roan Parrish
Kiss Her Once for Me - Alison Cochrun
Dahlia Green Doesn’t Care - Ashley Herring Blake
Queerly Beloved - Susie Dumond
Read Between the Lines - Rachel Lacey
One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston
Written in the Stars - Alexandria Bellefleur
Never Anyone but You - Rupert Thomson
She Gets the Girl - Alyson Derrick and Rachael Lippincott
Honey Girl - Morgan Rodgers
Oh you’re tired?? Well i know a GREAT place to nap it’s called my chest with my arms holding you ever so gently yeah it’s got great reviews