Mister Dean “you don't watch porn in a room full of dudes and you don't talk about it” Winchester.
*casually flipping through vintage porn in the presence of his baby brother and being really REALLY happy about it* Heyyy Sammyyyyy~ look what I got ;)
Excuse me Fitz was a literal child when he was forced to go into the forbibbed cities??? Alone???
Common Marlon Wayans W
“tonight, before midnight, the servant will set out to rejoin his master” but what if she was talking about wolfstar’s fucked up kinks
James: I heard you like bad boys.
James: well I'm bad at everything.
James: winks with both eyes.
Body Heat = 107.6 F
Cold Water = 40 F
Hot Air = 300 F
High Altitude = 15,000 ft
Starvation = 45 days
Diving Depth = 282 ft
Lack of Oxygen = 11 minutes
Blood Loss = 40%
Dehydration = 7 days
dorlily are so all girls school academic rivals to lovers angry love confessions secret relationships girlies!!!
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Big shout out to the coalition of Catholic nuns who just told the US bishops to stop being transphobic.
“As members of the body of Christ, we cannot be whole without the full inclusion of transgender, nonbinary, and gender-expansive individuals,” the letter reads. It goes on to argue that “we will remain oppressors until we — as vowed Catholic religious — acknowledge the existence of LGBTQ+ people in our own congregations. We seek to cultivate a faith community where all, especially our transgender, nonbinary, and gender-expansive siblings, experience a deep belonging.”
The letter also states transgender people are “experiencing harm and erasure” in various ways, listing daily discrimination, a groundswell of state-level legislation aimed at LGBTQ rights and “harmful rhetoric from some Christian institutions and their leaders, including the Catholic Church.”
Read about it here
Prompt @urfriendlywriter
Lazy kisses in the morning that starts with a grunt. One pulling the other closer as they try to get up, lazily pressing kisses all over their face. Ends with a hoarse whisper asking them to stay.
Steddie, fluff, sleepy mornings
Eddie wakes up in Steve's arms after a night together, sun peeking through the blinds of his window, their legs tangled together. He sighs, kissing Steve's cheek before moving to get up.
Steve grunts, pulling Eddie closer. Eddie starts to protest, but Steve interjects, pressing gentle kisses over his face.
“Steve, we gotta get up.” Eddie protests, but Steve persists, looking up at him sleepily.
“Please stay.” He whispers, voice hoarse, throat dry. “Just stay for a couple more minutes, okay?”
Eddie gives in with a soft smile, laying back down as he pulls Steve to his chest, nuzzling his face into his hair, arms around him.
“Happy now, sweetheart?” He asks, running a hand through Steve's soft hair. Steve nods with a content sigh, pressing his face into Eddie's shoulder, warm breath hitting the bare skin.
Eddie shivers from the feeling, smiling down at the sleepy boy in his arms, heart warming. He watches Steve slowly wake up fully, his eyes full of warmth for him.
“Good morning, clingy boy.” He teases, kissing Steve's cheek, making him flush.
“Good mornin’, Eds.” Steve mumbles, stretching out his legs, toes poking out from the edge of the blanket. “Breakfast?”
Eddie nods and starts to sit up, pressing a chaste kiss to Steve's lips before getting up fully, stretching his arms out in the air, tshirt riding up at the action and showing off the soft trail of brown hairs going down his stomach and disappearing underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Pancakes?” He asks, heading toward the door, glancing back for confirmation. Steve nods and watches Eddie leave the room, a content smile on his lips.
You know what? Fuck it. If this post gets 15k notes I'll push my parents to get my fibromyalgia diagnosis. Not happening
Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.