my disciples wear a burning halo

staying @ someone else’s place is so perpetually uncomfortable? everything feels like an inconvenience + invasion of privacy. sitting in a chair? inconvenience. opening a cabinet to get a glass? invasion of privacy. breathing? invasion of

#stiles with his sleeves rolled up is more pornographic than most sex scenes

veeeeeeeins

trans women’s safety > cis women’s feelings

This is my new favourite post. Whenever there’s a female character who fights, it’s always because she’s learned from older male relatives. I’m gonna print this post and put it on my wall bc it gave me new hope for humanity.

I hope yall find someone who never gets enough of you.

“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do

“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over

“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put

“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into

“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.

“Don’t take that tone with me!” I exclaim at objects that make strange and sudden unknown noises.

“Stop crying, you’re fine,” I snap as I’m looking for the charger cord for the electronic device beeping demandingly at me.

“Oh nice, real mature,” I snarl at devices that suddenly stop working after I berate them for not working properly.

JESUS CHRIST I HAVE NEVER RELATED SO HARD IN MY LIFE

I feel like if any of y'all got cursed into The Beast, you’d probably take the whole “furniture is alive” part pretty well in stride