Die Hard? Live Easy. ;D

The second one was good (when I skip over the cringey Bruce Willis scene), but I love love love the third one.

I mean, of course you’re including Adventures in Babysitting, because that is the best movie ever.

100%. I have corsets more comfortable than my bras (and they’re professionally fitted too!), and I’d wear them more often if they didn’t make my bustline look kinda funky under my regular shirts. ;D Clearly I need to get another one made that has old school gusseted boob cups rather than a straight-across…

Even from parents! Mr. Zaftique’s parents just gave us a truly insane amount of money (each!) for xmas, and we’re feeling crushing guilt at “oh god, what do we even use this for that is worthy of the amount? Put into nest egg account? Pay off car? Pay off crushing non-car debt?” We’ve yet to actually cash em, and I…

Aww man, I’m not cool enough to be impersonated.

Yes! I’ve seen that! It’s amazing, whatever happened to it?

I’ll be honest, as someone with vulvodynia, I flinched HARD with each stab of the pushpins. Too real, Amy. Too real.

I see my BF play Primtionary there a bunch. I can’t do jack squat with prims, so I just watch and applaud, but damn, how people get complex answers via blocky things is beyond me!

Because built into every argument of theirs is “you might be killing the next Mozart.”

I would 100% go to that Ren Fest. “The local milliner hath new buckles in stock! Let us hie ourselves forthwith to the Star & Bucks for a steaming mug of gourd-spiced drink!”

These are WEAPONS, man!!

I have permanent nerve damage in my shoulders from my old bosom. A thousand blessings upon my grandma who footed the bill for my GLORIOUS REDUCTION. HALLELUIA. That said, people are agog that my still-on-the-large-side bosom is 50% smaller than it was.

How..... much do you enjoy these gifs?

Man, I could almost go the Chuck Tingle route and crank out the 20-page trash fics on topics no one wants and yet demands. ;D

Exactly. His aftercare after a savage caning would be tender and loving. He would get me comfy socks and cocoa, and we would watch Kimmy Schmidt together on the couch.

Holy mother forking SHIRT that scene gives me chills every time. Get that man an Emmy stat.

I bathe in Répreçion right before strapping on my 6" steel-spiked stilettos and heading out to dominate teh menz. I cannot truly feel like a woman until I do so.

See, if it was the fun kind of dungeon, I’d just like em more.

Wait.... but how.... I mean.... where would.... when..... who is... I don’t....