~*Seb Stan Sex Blog*~

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand. Jedge. 27. Libra. Floridian Mer-Babe. Sexpert. Baker/Decorator. Horrid Bombshell. Sexual Health & Wellness resource.     Creeper(s) Creeping

[femmequeens]

Karen Mulder, Thierry Mugler Spring/Summer 1996

[lucytara]

u can tell who the ancients of tumblr are bc they’re the ones not posting anything abt where to find them if this site collapses…we know this site isnt going anywhere….the apocalypse couldnt stop this garbage…..it has the cybernetic code of a cockroach

[pointnclick]

haters will hear me scuttling inside their walls

[stevesfriend]

you done it

[chrisweedpiano]

congration

[stevienick]

Cher in Mermaids (1990)

[movie-gifs]

The Craft (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming

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[spockemon]

[jedgica]

Ew she has glasses and a ponytail

Also I forgot we can’t post boobs but tbh it’s work related so idc talk to my boss

[teathattast]

A

[fandomhop]

A

[sailorbrazil]

care to read an illegal post ma’am? 

[carnival-phantasm]

[stream]

[archaeologysucks]

When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.

I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.

So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?

[househunting]

$600,000/4 br/2118 sq ft

Snohomish, WA 

built in 1905

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[pleasefuckofffffff]

gibbon skeleton

[thank-you-everyone-deactivated2]

hey gibbon - okay, I’m gonna ask you to do this, but please don’t get violently euphoric this time - I can’t reach this box. could you… [ sigh] extend your arms to get it for me?

[bones creaking painfully, gibbon screeching in pleasure and pain] YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY