We don’t play
We don’t play
"the raven" only its about macklemore. thanks for following my blog
once inside a thrift shop dreary, while i browsed there, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious greatcoat of forgotten bore—
while I nodded, puissance sapping, suddenly there came a yapping,
as of some one whitely rapping, rapping at my bargain store—
“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “rapping at my bargain store—
only this and macklemore.”
white women of hollywood, reducing japan and japanese culture to cupcakes, sexy ”costumes” and submissive sex-kittens since god knows when
"You’re the straightest gay guy I kn-"
"You’re not like those other gay people who go to those awful pride para-"
"You’re gay? Then why don’t you hit on me or other gu-"
"I have this other gay friend, you’d be a perfect cou-"
"At least you act norm-"
"I’m straight but would you suck my dick for 20 dol-"
the chronicles of narnia fancast → Quvenzhané Wallis as Lucy Pevensie
"I think—I don’t know—but I think I could be brave enough."
When you grow to like characters that you know are going to die.
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spock coming to understand that ‘talking dirty’ is something terrans enjoy as a sexual experience so he engages jim in a rousing, hour-long discussion about topsoil and minerals and actual dirt and jim is just like ‘what is happening. what the hell is happening right now’