Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth

Y'all need to STOP

Merry Christmas y’all

there must be a better place you could be doing that

his only cutting board is nailed to the floor in the turtle room

There is something so beautiful about reaching out to the monstrous with intent to touch it gently. To risk the sharp teeth and the lethal claws, to defy fear and revulsion, and choose to be delicate with something that can be, and often is, incredibly brutal.

there are literally charities that exist solely to ensure people have quality outfits that fit for purposes of wearing to interviews with potential employers, because so many potential employers preemptively refuse to consider hiring someone who looks too poor

Additionally, poorer individuals have always possessed items above their current pay grade, be they heirlooms, crafts, or just something you saved up for so you could treat yourself to a moment of feeling dignified again. Clothes are a huge candidate for that. Don’t take this dignity away from people. How dearly they pay for it is none of your concern.

woman seeking woman. i’m six feet tall, fashionable, and enjoy long walks through brackish estuary water off the coast of virginia

She’s our most famous cryptid 

The bae in the bay

The Chesapeake Bae

Hearing “trans people’s rights getting taken away means WE’RE NEXT and that’s why we should care” from cis LGB people is so frustrating to me. Even if somehow us being stripped of our rights didn’t affect you, you should STILL care. You should give a fuck about us even when what’s happening to us isn’t directly relevant to you and your well-being. You should care about trans people on our own merits, rather than just because you see us as canaries in a fucking coal mine.

people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you

stop casting famous people for romance movies

stop casting famous people in movies

stop casting for movies, let it be randomly selected, like jury service. "sorry can't legally come to work today, I'm the new batman"