Whenever someone refers to the gay community as “queer folk” I imagine us all like woodland sprites, we are the queer folk community, we are born of flowers and fairy dust, we are destroying the sanctity of marriages and corrupting children
but she didn’t
for whatever reason
I dare you to look for “thinspiration” on here.
No, no. Go do it. See if it gives you the result it gave me.
In other news, I have a character named Grant whose name I now have to change because CREEPY WARD WTF.
no guys you don’t understand what this means: when germany wins a football game many germans pass the border honking and with about ten little flags fixed at their car. when germany loses a game many dutch people drive through german towns close to the netherlands with their cars painted with their flag. AND YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE IS A GAME BETWEEN NETHERLANDS AND GERMANY BECAUSE THE PEOPLE LITERALLY DRIVE CRAZY. I KNOW SOME PEOPLE WHO REALLY LEAVE THEIR ROOM AFTER THEIR TEAM MADE A GOAL TO DRIVE TO THE OTHER COUNTRY TO ANNOY THEIR NEIGHBOURING COUNTRY
What the fuck i didnt knew this and i live in germany
I suspect this will be the endgame for 2014.
Having stuck my nose into AoS fandom, I can’t get over the amount of fic — after the season ended! — that had Skye having Ward’s babies. I find that way offensive. That’s like my grandmother shacking up with a Brown Shirt back in the day. (Considering “Hail HYDRA”, the comparison is not that far off.)
I hope that ship has sailed off a cliff. Joss, Jeph, Maurissa, please do not toss Skye the idiot ball/have her forgive all that crap. I doubt I’ll ever have the satisfaction of either Barton/Coulson or Skye/Coulson, but… if you’re not willing to explore either m/m attachments or, um, May/December, please just leave it all be and focus on the adorable that is FitzSimmons. Because you know they can’t live without each other.
And also May and Trip would be seriously hot.
Her name is Lola, but I don’t think she’s a showgirl.
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If she comes with the house, I’m sold.
The world was open to her. It was not the extra three shillings a week that intoxicated her: it was the sense of a difficult and engaging future.–
Coquette (p. 168)