What the actual fuck. Never mind that its blasphemy to write in a book period, but to take someone else’s out of their damn hands? Wrong on so many levels. I hope that asshole gets run over by a bus.
What the actual fuck. Never mind that its blasphemy to write in a book period, but to take someone else’s out of their damn hands? Wrong on so many levels. I hope that asshole gets run over by a bus.
I love my cat, but goddamn if she doesn’t wedge litter between her adorable paws on PURPOSE to track it in my goddamn bed. I actually started making my bed in the mornings so she couldn’t track it in during the day, and she wedged her way under the comforter anyway. Cats are monsters.
Idk, man, but if your sheets are all crusty I doubt you’re getting much sex anyway.
The two are not mutually exclusive. Since the Cockroach Infestation of 2013, I’ve been killing all sorts of bugs (mostly cockroaches) with my bare hands. Before that, I took the time to get a paper towel or a kleenex, but they sometimes got away while you were looking for one, and that shit did not fly during the…
Wow, that is kind of fucking horrifying. The fact that women live longer and are paid less and that somehow men think it’s totally okay to be big babies and not know how to take care of themselves, yeah, whatever, but I’m still suck on that one dude not changing his sheets EVER.
Doesn’t he know that freshly washed…
So it’s not totally weird that I feel all bitey when i see adorable things. That’s good to know.
I think that might be the worst one. I am so sorry.
Ugh, that is so gross. It’s fandom! We’re meant to squee together over characters we love and relationships we want to see, not to tear each other down and hate on female characters because they get in the way of our OTPs.
Oh my god, I never realized it was negging before, but we get these in writing workshops ALL THE DAMN TIME. And it’s always from the dudes who jerk off to Franzen, I swear to god. Usually it’s limited to “I don’t usually read this genre BUT...” bullshit, as if genre should stop you from telling whether or not the…
Both? Definitely both. But I have a special place in my heart for the latter. Having the complete sexual attention of two dudes is one of my favorite fantasies, and watching them would be just as fun.
Just as soon as men give up their sanitized, airbrushed, waxed to hell and back Playboy model fantasies. Wake up! She doesn’t exist! Not even the actual model looks like that. And she still doesn’t want anything to do with you.
I personally believe she belongs with Poison Ivy, but hey, at least Deadpool would treat her better than the Joker does.
I bought the black maxi last weekend, but I explicitly needed a basic ankle-length skirt I could dress up. Was it worth twenty bucks? Hell no. But I was in a hurry.
I have lived in the Midwest all my life and I have no idea what the hell that means. Is that why I'm oppressed?
Because sport peppers are an abomination. We may put cheese on goddamn near everything, but at least we can make a hot dog without putting whole pickles and those monstrosities on it.
You've pretty much described my life, at with the physical contact; I automatically flinch away from even friendly touches unless I have a certain level of emotional trust with them, AND I have to see it coming.
God, really? After even how much the ACTORS hated doing it? Jesus, someone has a lot of money to drop on mediocre "erotica" adaptations.
You're amazing. I read this up when it was on Fanfic.net (don't judge, the free porn on fanfic sites can be better than the printed stuff. CAN be) and I only got a few chapters in before I closed the window. It was all touted up as BDSM Edward whatever, but they didn't get to the sex right away? I wanted my rocks off…
Mine wasn't all that traumatizing, though it did make me sad. For years, I staunchly fought the nonbelievers, because I thought I had proof: we'd go to church every Christmas Eve and when we left there would be no presents under the tree. When we got back, boom, presents. It took me until I was 7 or 8 to realize that…
I'm tempted to call her lucky, because I've had the biggest crush on Dean Cain's Clark Kent for like, ever. But Dean Cain is not the man he played in that show, much to the world's chagrin, and is actually kind of a dick from his twitter feed, so I wouldn't actually want to sleep with him. No matter how symmetrical…