acidictrips:

cantankerous-canoodle:

submissivefeminist:

Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.

idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect

if you don’t love benson you’re wrong

8/31はコミティアとなります。
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新刊『ゾンビ女子高生の日常』

But I promise I will find a way back. It’ll just take a couple of days, a week max. I’ll be fine, I’m a scientist. Cecil, a scientist is usually fine.

petiterusk:

He deals with so much shit…

Lindsey and I have the best conversations. Don’t worry Kelly you’re in safe, capable hands.

queerdontfear:

I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.

"Your brain is wired for survival, not happiness. That is why it keeps bringing up negative emotions, past mistakes and worries about the future. Because of this wiring, you can get stuck in repetitive cycles of self-criticism, worry and fear that interfere with your ability to enjoy the present moment."

fatted:

Family: *says something racist*
Family: *says something sexist*
Family: *says something homophobic*
Family: *makes fun of people with tattoos*
Family: *tells you why you’re bad at life*
Family: why don’t you wanna spend time with us?

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.

You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

theawkwardlifeofapsycho:

Why is this not taught universally.

sizvideos:

Video

winterthirst:

dangerhamster:

imagine a zombie apocalypse film where a fangirl ends up having to team up with their celebrity crush

 (via)

duckygoodness:

EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET THE FOLLOWING IN THEIR INBOX.

  • A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY
  • A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING
  • A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME
  • YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY

AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS. UNTIL, SAY, AUGUST 2015. A FULL YEAR. LONG ENOUGH, RIGHT?

LET’S DO THIS THING.


Kevin was laying on the bed clothed in nothing but a tiny pair of black lace panties and Diego’s lab coat. He giggled as he held his phone up above him and snapped a picture with the phone’s camera. He quickly sent the picture to Diego without any sort of explanation.

themoreyoustrex:

queensxdog:

themoreyoustrex:

themoreyoustrex:

Diego was sitting in his office, filling out paperwork, when his phone buzzed. His first reaction was annoyance - he had a very strict “Only Interrupt Me During Work If Someone Important Is Dying, Or Someone Will Definitely Die” policy with his employees - but the feeling quickly disappeared when he saw who was texting. Kevin! Was something wrong? Quickly, he checked the message…

Only to freeze.

Kevin was…h-he was…well, he was all right, for one. Very all right. Yes indeed. You have my attention, he replied.

“/Ah-ah./” Diego pushed Kevin’s hips down until the man was once again laying flat on the bed. Once again, his hand returned to the gentle teasing, but this time with feather-light touches along the shaft itself. It was contact, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy. It was a /punishment/. “Now. I am going to continue touching you like this until I feel you have properly learned your lesson. When we resume our earlier activities, I expect /complete obedience/, or I will tie you down and leave you while I finish myself off. Is that clear?”

Kevin let out little whines as Diego teased him with such light touches. He wanted to press his hips up towards the contact to try and get him to use just a little but more pressure but it was useless. The last thing that he wanted was for Diego to tie him up and leave him there to take care if himself. The getting tied up part didn’t sound bad, it was the threat of not being able to get his release that made him just nod his head in agreement. “Y-yes, Diego.” He stuttered softly.

"Good boy." He didn’t stop; instead, he stroked Kevin once - just once -before returning to the light-as-a-feather caresses. It was almost more of a punishment than a reward, giving Kevin a taste of what he so much wanted, and then taking it away. But Diego wasn’t known for his mercy, and after all Kevin seemed to love it.

Kevin whined and pressed his hips up trying to get more of what Diego was so cruelly teasing him with. “…Diego…” He whined again even though he knew he was going to get in trouble for talking, but he didn’t care. “More…”

coca-cola:

A skateboarding dog? Easy. Teaching her the “Share” command was the tough part. #ShareaCoke

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