my hero. my mate.

being able to go to work with hickeys and bite marks on your neck is a human right.

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think

vibrator store, you CANNOT send me an email that says "she deserves to feel good" with a discount code for mother's day, you CANNOT be doing that

At first i was like: why the hell is this on tumblr?! And then it suddenly made sense...

This is incredible.

The great thing about Gus is that he perfectly oscillates from playing the annoyed straight man to Shawn’s general insanity to yes-anding to an insane degree. For every moment where he says no Shawn, you did not hear that both ways there’s a moment where he, with no prompting, claims that his fictitious grandmother with a broken hip was teaching a line dancing class. For every time he says Shawn, stop messing around at work, there is a time where after Shawn says he’s been “looking at the man in the mirror”, Gus, in a move that never ever fails to make me laugh, with a completely straight face and no impact on the conversation, does the Michael Jackson “he-he”. He’s insane. He thinks he’s normal. He does 11 point turns. He’s a sympathetic crier.