April Okamii

*banging pots and pans* GIVE THE HORSES OLYMPIC MEDALS TOO!!!!!

Featuring the winners of individual dressage:

🥇 TSF Dalera

🥈 Bella Rose

I Imagine the Butches’ Stripper Bar

At my butches’ stripper bar you can watch butches fold laundry, iron. Objectify them while they slowly refinish a rolltop desk, take off a trailer hitch. They file taxes, wear waders, bake you a layer cake. I’ll lay her cake, my imagined patrons mutter. I think of who I eroticize, how: they’re always getting stuff done. At real stripper bars women just dance—so many things they could be checking off their lists. I guess men don’t want to see women work? They get that at home? In my Champagne Room the butches plant bulbs, build bookshelves, clean basements, write checks to the ACLU, retrain your dog. Fantastic grow the flannel plaids; they lean and squint, lick pencils, adjust a miter box. They make box lunches, chicken stock. The butches make your day.

I’ve done this on another episode but fuckit I wanna do it again. 

15x19 and Lucifer’s back in the bunker, trying to be friends again. You hate to see it, but can we take a minute to appreciate the fucking pain Sam is in? 

Okay so this has gotten giff’d a hundred times. Dean’s mad dash up the stairs to meet Cas as Sam fades into the background. He’s there, but he’s definitely letting Dean go first, on this one. Buuuut, it’s not Cas, it’s Lucifer which means baby, it’s Sam’s turn to shine.