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[pentaholics-inc]

important reminders from Mitch!

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[pentaholics-inc]

important reminders from Mitch! (@_draghasis on Twitter)

[pentaholics-inc]

important reminders from Mitch! (@_draghasis on Twitter)

[nobodysflower]

i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe. 

i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.

“are you two… together?”

this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words. 

“there are children here, you know.” 

in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon. 

i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.

even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”

[jauregxis]

[aksldhfgaajdshgaslg-deactivated]

This is better than Meghan Trainor’s NO

[pentaholics-inc]

scott doing that thing

[cheekymellet]

THE ICONIC DRAG QUEENS 💁🏼💁🏼

[topshotpicks]

[humorfever]

[fierceisnotenough-deactivated20]

shit i’d watch this so damn hard

[queenbroslob]

Seriously, 12 straight men acting as gay as humanly possible, I would die.

[catforqueen]

Call it

“No homo”

[mooses-unicorn-in-the-tardis]

How many notes does this need before we can make it happen?

[theindiscreetbookworm]

I mean it could only happen once but it would be glORIOUS

[lovemesomemitch]

I’ve never seen those pictures before.

[ylwcloud]

In which Mitch is being protective but Scott is a rebel.

[borkyno-deactivated20160330]

have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class

[borkyno-deactivated20160330]

I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:

     omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.

    So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.

   Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.

   So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.

   Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway. 

   So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face

[hoyingsgrassi]

STRANGER THINGS BLOOPERS

[mitchgrss]

[pentaholics-inc]

mitchy: scott’s little helper

[princ3ss-lilah-deactivated20170]

Scott Hoying

[sixpenceee]

A mural made from color swatches you get from paint stores. 

[ct-1776]

“sir. sir please stop taking all of the paint swatches. we just refilled those. sir please”

[mitchys-deactivated20251015]

I will still rise.