We need to girl the hell up.
Tiny Gay Laura, Carmilla Series (x)

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croatsandbosniansandserbsohmy:

yeah sure wish we had a key

croatsandbosniansandserbsohmy:

yeah sure wish we had a key

(via cautious-cake)



madiniwa:

A series of drawings in (belated) celebration of the magic that was King Gavin parts I and II. All hail the new king motherfuckers. 

(via cautious-cake)


vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

(via complicatedtriangulated)


Q
EXCUSE ME!?!! WHAT WAS THAT PERFECTION YOU JUST WROTE ABOUT FELICITY AND OLIVER AND MOB MARRIAGE!?!? LIKE WHAT? I DIDN'T KNOW I WANTED IT TILL NOW!!!
Anonymous
A

sarahtwinkie:

storiesbyladychi:

sarahtwinkie:

storiesbyladychi:

LET’S SHOUT ABOUT IT SOME MORE, SHALL WE? 

PICTURE THIS — OLIVER QUEEN ALWAYS KNEW HIS DAD HAD A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE MOB — NOTHING EVER GOT DONE IN STARLING CITY WITHOUT THEIR HELP. WHAT HE DIDN’T KNOW, THOUGH, WAS JUST HOW FAR UP IN THE ORGANIZATION ROBERT QUEEN HAD GOTTEN. 

WHEN THINGS BOILED OVER, AND THE SHIP WENT DOWN — WELL, IT TOOK A WHILE FOR BRATVA TO TRACK HIM DOWN, BUT THEY DID THEIR BEST BY HIM — OFFERED TO SEND HIM HOME. BUT HE’D DONE TOO MUCH. KILLED, GROWN HARD. HE COULDN’T COME HOME TO THEA AND MOIRA LIKE THAT. SO HE TOOK YURI UP ON HIS OTHER OFFER — STAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD, REPAY HIS “DEBT” TO THE ORGANIZATION, AND UTILIIZE HIS NEW-FOUND SKILL WITH A BOY AND ARROW AND LACK OF REMORSE. 

HE SPENT FOUR YEARS BECOMING AN EXPERT MOB BOSS. HE TOOK THE ORGANIZATION IN ASIA TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL, SOAKED UP NEW LANGUAGES, NEW CULTURES…

THEN YURI CALLED. IT WAS TIME TO COME HOME. WITH, APPARENTLY, A NEW WIFE. WHICH WAS NOT SOMETHING HE WANTED. OR PLANNED FOR. BUT HE OWED YURI HIS LIFE, AND HIS SOUL. MARRYING YURI’S NIECE WAS THE LEAST HE COULD DO.

…oh shit, I am going to write this fic.

YES YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS FIC, storiesbyladychi!

Also, I am pee-laughing at this typo: “his new-found skill with a boy and arrow.” :P

YOU try writing plot on as much cold medicine as I’m on. ;) Oh well. You mean what I know. 

Well, then I’m impressed that it was the only typo you made. I’m impressed that you’re coherent at all. Let alone coherent enough to write about this fic that doesn’t even exist yet and totally suck me in!

The best of stories come out under the influence of cold medicine so I’m just going to wait patiently over here for this fic XD


fagbarbie:

steal her style: Ina Garten

denim shirt: woven from Egyptian grown cotton and died with the  wildest indigo grown in South Carolina 

pearl earrings: gathered from the bottom of the Persian Gulf

tomatoes: picked fresh from the finest gardens in Italy during the winter’s harvest

but if you can’t store bought is fine

(via letthewordsfallout)


personofminorinterest:

These nerds are adorable I can’t even comprehend it

personofminorinterest:

These nerds are adorable I can’t even comprehend it

(via brochumaslany)


damncommunists:

ocelhira:

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

  1. i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 
  2. most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 
  3. im not a pissbaby

my white friends that have reblogged this give me life

(via brochumaslany)


n0-p0st-0n-sunday:

pvnkslut:

If you pull me on your lap there is a 101% chance I’m going to make out with you.

i would advise you to avoid santa

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