"How can you write romance if you're asexual?" The same way I write fight scenes despite never having elbowed some dude in the small intestine: Really badly and I don't know what I'm talking about pls I'm sorry-

pranking the new kid in the firing squad by telling all the other guys not to pull the trigger during his first execution

this is going to sound like such a little sibling ass take but i genuinely believe that being a little bit annoying is actually a greater sign of maturity and self awareness than being universally likeable and on good terms with everyone

cool kids with licenses:

Someone just fucking drew Gandalf in a suede chair, nbd.

"The T-Men Photo Gallery" on thetransitionalmale.com (2007)

I think adults need to go outside and play more.

this does not apply if you wear exclusively leggings. Those things tear all the time you need like a million on standby

Reblog if, no matter the size of the role, you would agree to work with the Muppets if offered the chance to do so, no questions asked

Sometimes I see posts on here and feel like a lot of you have internalized the idea that the qualifying prerequisites for being LGBT are being cool and interesting and subversive, and that the fact that everyone in the community happens to be attracted to their own gender or else stepping outside of the gender assigned to them is just a happy coincidence, and not like, "not only a qualifying prerequisite, but the SOLE qualifying prerequisite." Being gay IS cool, but THAT'S the happy coincidence. Like I'm sorry to break it to everybody but even boring gay people are gay and even cool straight people are straight, because being gay is not about being cool, it's about being gay.

he's fighting a beautiful buff lady. her shirt gets ripped and she's left in her slutty little tank top. "come on," you think. "why is the woman always wearing sexier things than her male counterparts." but fear not. now HE takes off his shirt and he's left in HIS slutty little tank top. equality. and then they kiss

when i was a kid i had moments of being so fucking diabolical because i realized at some point the best way to leverage power over my family was to do shit that would make everybody late

The “spring forward, fall back” mnemonic still doesn’t help me. What’s moving, the world or the clock?