so someone said price is a manwhore and tbh i can see him being one but at the same i dont, what do you think????

i personally don't see him as having very established relationships/sleeping around. i don't think he's the type to do so as he feels too much, and so putting himself in these situations constantly seems like a recipe for disaster.

i don't think he's celibate, though. if anything, i think he has someone who he used to date in his 20s (i often headcanon him as only ever pursuing/dating much older women, older than himself, even, who have active lifestyles and careers and therefore can't commit, and expect nothing of him, and perhaps offers him Intel as well. maybe a foreign Secretary or a lawyer, etc) who he sometimes hooks up with whenever he's home.

its easier, and convenient, and both parties know what to expect, and neither have feelings for each other that will get in the way, but they still have love for each other.

basically, a exclusive/monogamous hookup but neither are stuck/locked into loyalty/cheating should they find someone else - it's just preferential with their careers!

I wish mfs would learn to block what you don't like and move on instead of constantly complaining about people writing fictional characters however they please

flying the original character artist flag with pride

you're laughing. beloved network tv show 911's resident single dad with repressed homosexuality is dating three people at once and you're laughing.

im ready. im prepared

it’s happening

theyre like the cop and jake from subway surfing

I love this photo because this was Aziraphale's reaction after the priest lady interrupted Crowley pinning him to a wall. And he seems bothered by it

it took me 7 episodes to come to the full realization that #1 horse enthusiast Bdubs and #1 horse euthanasian Joel now exist on the same server and will for a multitude of time.

it might be nothing happens, but

TBH I think that Paleontologists should be allowed to fight private collectors who purchase any specimen that is incredibly valuable to science actually.

Clear as mud! But I expect nothing less from a Homestuck 🫡

before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.

you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"

and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.

it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.

you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.

in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.

the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.

you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.

after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.

the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.

you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.

I’m just sitting here thinking about Challengers and that scene when Patrick and Tashi are making out in her dorm, and when she brings up Art, that’s when he starts whining and moaning.

(via twitter)

ever since tumblr let people put images in their asks i have been swamped with images in general

shoutout to the people who sent me pictures of their pets

i love all the sapphicness of aylin and isobel but I can't not look at them like

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.