killtheteendream:

We lost a vital part of this site when people stopped making “fuckyeah_____” fan blogs 

twelvemonkeyswere:

terezbian:

i think it’s important to get deeply emotionally unironically involved in a bad piece of media whilst fully aware that it objectively sucks ass. like for your health or whatever

starkid-4-life:

deliriumsdelight7:

fandomrantsandtwittertakes:

The relatability tho

Get you a man who can do both!

Originally posted by desperatemurph

Originally posted by virgidearie

Both at once

Originally posted by wicked-chocolatine

kills his father, sacrifices his life for Belle and Bae and the town

world-heritage-posts:

charlesoberonn:

basic-banshee:

cooliopumpkin:

basic-banshee:

basic-banshee:

justluckyiguess:

basic-banshee:

basic-banshee:

basic-banshee:

bazfloralsuit:

basic-banshee:

sweet-chesus:

basic-banshee:

basic-banshee:

I keep using my girlfriend with unusual work hours to get out of coworker interactions and happy hours and hanging out.

But now the company holiday party is upon us.

And I’ve been lying about the girlfriend.

I suddenly really empathise with the characters in Hallmark Christmas movies.

I like that people have two reactions to this post.

Reasonable: “just say she couldn’t make it!”

Chaotic: FAKE DATING AU

Well, which one is it going to be?

And so it begins

having the DMV area Craigslist bookmarked has never come in handy before but now

Update, Craigslist has flagged my post as inappropriate.

Apparently you can’t solicit a date as a “gig”

I now see my mistake

Update: a date has been acquired. This is true lesbian solidarity in action.

My wife has now read this and wonders how baby gays are even meeting and mating

Can confirm I am meeting and mating just fine 😂

By the way I’m in a relationship with this woman now

This is the feedback I’ve been looking for

world heritage post

shi-toyu:

thebibliosphere:

thefunnyandthoughtful:

anais-ninja-bitch:

thedragonemperess:

starryfictionalgirl:

It writes…the pencil fucking WRITES!!!

I thought this was plastic at first so I was super confused as to why OP was freaking out over the fact that it writes

But then I realized

Oh

It’s the chocolate guy

FUCK OFF

@thebibliosphere, you like chocolate makers, right? I hope this brings some cheer to your week!

What fucking wizardry… HOW

Did y'all motherfuckers know he has a NETFLIX SHOW NOW?

I adore this guy.  Taking his class in Vegas is on my bucket list.

cryptonature:

Learning to delete/mute/block before a negative comment takes root in your mind is a modern survival skill. If you’re going to wander the overgrown countryside of the internet, you need to develop a quick eye for ticks.

It’s deeply tempting to respond to the “well, actually,” to the cruel assumption, to the unjust accusation, to the odious viewpoint. It’s tempting because you’re defaulting to the etiquette of dinner conversation. This isn’t a dinner conversation. Someone is shouting at you from a moving car. Turn away.

mythopoeticlicense:

glassesanddreads:

glassesanddreads:

ghostbusters are always like who are you gunna call? ghostbusters! but it’s hard enough to call the doctor’s office i’m not gunna call the ghostbusters i’d just live with a ghost in my house forever

who you gunna call? no one i have anxiety

But I might be able to send an enquiry if they have a form on their website

I dusted off a half finished Marvelous Mrs. Maisel fic in anticipation of the new season starting up.  PG-13, fade to black,

Midge, Lenny, and a tiny Italian hotel room with only one bed.

II

 “You can have the bed, I’ll take the…”  Lenny looked at the room that was so small it didn’t even have a spot for a chair

 “Bathtub?” Midge suggested wryly as she looked for a place to put her suitcase.  “Don’t be silly, we can share.  One of us is a gentleman.”

 “I hope you mean you because that’s something I’ve never been accused of a day in my life.  Also, there is no bathtub.  I’m not even sure that qualifies as a shower so much as it’s a really tall sink.”   Lenny stepped out of the bathroom, which was really more of an alcove with a curtain hung to separate it from the room.

 “That’s okay, I don’t think this is a hotel room so much as it is a closet they just so happened to fit a bed in.”  It was smaller than her closet, actually.  She was going to have to put her suitcase on the bed to get anything out and squeeze it into the corner when she was done.  

 “I don’t think it’s a closet if there’s a window.”  'Window’ was being generous, considering the size and the fact that it almost touched the ceiling and they couldn’t look out of it without standing on the chair they didn’t have.

 “I don’t think it’s a bedroom if there’s not a closet.”  What they were being charged for a closet was ridiculous.

 “Two comedians walk into a closet and…”

 “Heard that one.  The punchline never works.”  She tossed her suitcase on the bed, glad she’d left the bigger one in the car.  “You can use the bathroom first.”

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