the only poly people you ever hear about in media are heterosexual men with several heterosexual wives who are not really interested in one another and are often bitter about the fact that they have to share
that’s not healthy polyamory
why do we glamorize that polyamory
STOP INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY 2K14
STOP trying to prove that you’re not “slutty” like other girls and that’s why you deserve respect from boys
ALL girls deserve respect and their sex lives and sexual histories have absolutely NOTHING to do with the level of respect they deserve
STOP trying to set yourself apart from other girls, we are all in this together and we NEED to support each other
ewwww nope itunes updated w/o me knowing and hello ugly red icon
tRUE ALPHA ITUNES
- Do not forget Michael Brown
- Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
- Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
- Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
- Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
- Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
- Do not forget Ferguson
cute date idea: let me sleep in your bed for hours on end because I’m tired of being a person
He is, however, perfectly willing to fuck with time and reality.
And also steal your infants.
He didn’t steal anything. She literally asked him to take the baby. Don’t make him the bad guy just because she was a shitty sister.
I think you are severely misinformed as to how baby ownership works.
It was not her baby to give.
David Bowie is unquestionably the villain.
Which do you think existed first, modern custody legislature, or the goblin king?
The girl was entrusted by her parents with the care and custody of the child. By the laws governing the goblin king and his transactions, the girl was the current rightful owner of the child and made a deal with the king to take the child. Perhaps you’re not familiar with english folklore. Fae have rules, they’re tricksters, they can be sneaky, but they never break the rules.
Slammin’ it down in the Labyrinth fandom tonight, kids.
The fae also are physically incapable of lying.So anything he told her, in his (twsited, wicked, what have you mind) was true in one way or another, even if underhandedly.
The fae have rules indeed, but never forget that, being immortal, they’ve had a long, long time to work out all the ways to bend them to best advantage. And that advantage is invariably theirs…
Once I was so drunk that I couldn’t remember the word for seatbelt, and I confused the fuck out of my brother when we were driving home and I kept insisting it wasn’t safe because i wasn’t wearing a floatation device.
I’m not one for Halloween decorations, but my mom did the best ones this year.
peaceful times before the skeleton war
Around 95% of people have never seen a baby Hedgehog.
SHARE to change that percentage.
I can’t stop looking at them!!
they look like those little toy animal erasers that book fair s sell
finding out someone attractive likes you
HEY YOU. sexually mature tornado of bangability is a tag coined by the unparalleled, inimitable drunktuesdaze which IMO perfectly encapsulates the trope of Stiles coming back from college a little older, more comfortable in his skin, and supremely confident about his sexual prowess. He was relatively unpopular in high school, spent all those years fruitlessly and pathetically lusting after Lydia, went to university a virgin (when this tag was coined Malia was still darting around the woods and gleefully chomping on deer), and there he had a major epiphany when he realized that people were actually INTO HIM.
It’s kind of like the “Stiles grows out his hair and Derek acutely starts popping boners in his presence” trope that came into origin at the start of season 3, but on a MUCH LARGER SCALE, because everyone wants sexually-mature-tornado-of-bangability-Stiles’ d. EVERYONE. He barely spends any money at the Starbucks on campus because half the time the person next in line steps up to pay for his order, or the barista hands him a cup with a winky face drawn on it. On nights out drunk sorority girls come up to him and tell him they love his jawline, love his cute little moles, you’ve got the prettiest eyes, Stiles, and your hair looks so soft, can I touch it, Stiles, please. Some of the most popular guys pay for his drinks and let their hands linger on his lower back way longer than necessary when they brush past him.
And because Stiles has always been eager and a little impulsive, he goes with the flow (once he’s gotten over the fact that people are actually, you know, into him, that is). He gives the people who pay for him at Starbucks his number, scribbled on the back of a receipt. He flirts back with the baristas. He allows girls to stroke his hair and make out with him and he goes down on them for hours afterward. He smiles sweetly when guys hand him beer and follows them to the bathroom and lets them kiss him, lets them work their hands down his pants, lets them take him home.
IMPORTANTLY, sexually mature tornado of bangability Stiles must not be confused with frat boy Stiles. There are similarities, obviously, but whereas frat boy Stiles is actively on a mission to take as many dicks as humanly possible,
pretending not to carenot caring about the many hearts he breaks in the process, sexually mature tornado of bangability Stiles just happily absorbs all the sexual experience and then returns to Beacon Hills to (wittingly or unwittingly) knock poor Derek off his feet.