Hyperbole is the Best Thing Ever

No. :)

if you're pure of heart, you unlock a special way to have sex that's just hitting someone hard enough to make them cry

“but he did [this horrific thing]” i am neither his keeper nor happy with every single decision he makes. Also he is not real

a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"

like. i'll leave this alone. but HOW are historical romance books not sexualizing the fall of breeches. literally a blowjob flap. not to mention the collars that open to the diaphragm. the décolletage with a wide neckline one swift tug from being revealed. the calves on display. the intimacy of finally seeing the real hair beneath the wig. cmon it's basic storytelling

i love making a post that attracts everyone with usernames like mozartswigsweat and bonnetenthusiast and foppishrake and petticoatsonpetticoatsonpetticoats and dandyismunlimited within 48 hours. blessed webbed site. merry christmas to us all.

if you aren’t a woman who was subtly ostracized and isolated during her formative years idk how to really relate to you

nothing makes me feel more alive than being insane about a little show

i think something that is often overlooked in conversations about platonic and romantic relationships in media and the argument that “two people can just be friends” is that a big part of being queer, for me personally at least, is that i am deeply in love with my friends and would do absolutely anything for them and this sentiment alone opposes the heteronormative idea that your friends are supposed to play a secondary role in your life after a certain point. my friends are not just my friends. they’re not just anything. they’re my friends.

god he has all the stupid little tuna melt ingredients prepared in containers in a neat stack in his fridge. he's losing the idgaf war in ways no one has ever lost before. "I was gonna make one for me I can make two" shut up you FREAK with your temperature controlled ginger ale. do you think this is the first time in his life he's actually tried to get someone to stay at his house. like I'm sure sveta has stayed over for a few days or whatever but it's just. baby's first crush. he logicked shane into a corner so he'd run out of excuses to leave and then he put everything in little containers right next to the ginger ale so he could get it all out quickly and smoothly and shane would think he was so nonchalant and wouldn't notice that he just accidentally got a husband. memorized his stupid little schedule. he was pacing around the house before shane got there, putting on his suit in the mirror. he whipped that shirt at Shane so quick HE WASNT EVEN WEARING A SHIRT he put it by the bed so he could put shane in his clothes. oh my god he cleaned his room and left a tshirt casually by the bed. picked out the one he wanted shane to wear. mayor of yearntown. king of yearnia. i think i hauve covid

I want a sex scene fading to black to more sex scene to be known as the Tierney Fade.