Meanie.

You absolutely changed my mind! The idea of a Hollywood celebrity working their craft, “begging for attention”. It’s all so clear to me now.

Wait what?

Ah, good point. You win. She’s... Dumb?

Wow I do! Wow!

Are you making fun of me?

Was there a single reasonable person that doubted for a moment that Jennifer Lawrence wasn’t in full control of her scenario in that picture? Seriously, if she’s cold, she’ll wear a fucking coat. She’s also farting up that dress as she pleases and telling everyone about it.

Seriously, a perfect mess. I’m not equipped to figure it out, but they’re here, they’re queer, and they are broken.

These are mine, thank you.

I can’t get Kinja to show me the formatting tools on my iPad, so I’ll have to describe a picture of him: Big orange fuzzy buns loving lil nibble-nibbler sweetbaby boy meowman polite paw tap-tap-tapper “gimme love plz” HUGE “OMG im trippin’ balls” peepers singl freckled nose head-booper open-eye sniffing brow grooming…

Buttery pigs?

I belly laughed so hard at this that I vaulted my cat off my chest. I thought you’d want to know.

Nope. They are denied. No brunch, no Crate and Barrel registry, no tasting-spoon wedding cake, no chalkboard paint, no mason jar salad bar, no synchronized wedding party perfomances.

hrm. :(

What is even happening? What is this guy doing? How can he sleep at night?

Flawless!

I love both those looks. You can sit with me.

Well it’s about time, my dentist seriously needs a new jam.

I’m doing this:

Fuck. What a fucking nightmare for you. Also, what a nightmare of an induction to power and corruption. Muchlike Hollywood: A tradition of enticing starry-eyed kids looking to make a difference, in their lives and in the world, into a harem for people of meams and power. Grist for the Power and Control mill.