call me ella

i can’t stop thinking about the time my roommate and i asked our insanely ripped neighbor brian who wore flip flops year round and sunglasses on the back of his head for help with carrying a solid wood dresser up to our apartment. he wanted to get his son who was home from college to come help too so he takes out his phone and goes, “siri, call christian christianson” and turns speaker phone on while we stand there sort of stunned by the name and after a few rings cc answers, “what the hell do you want” and brian just hangs up without responding and is all, “kids, am i right” then carries the dresser up four flights of stairs pretty much by himself. we offered him a six pack of rainier as thanks which he immediately opened in our kitchen and downed 2/6 beers in 10 mins while telling us about his 1989 dodge ram 1500 he was trying to get his son to restore with him to no avail. really nice guy. we never saw his son before he went back to school but any time i ask my roommate for help with lifting stuff or reaching something he says, “siri, call christian christianson” and we reminisce about brian and his truck.

fighting the problematic stereotype of 'only the bad guys are weird sex perverts' by making the good-hearted protagonist an even weirder sex pervert

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

ok this one is evocative and compelling

I just finished watching the before trilogy last night and ykw. I haven't been this compelled by straight people in a long, long time

im 26

Now I Am Almost Fourty

Okay, I am really obsessed with this joke. I literally reblog it every time I see it.

Can't wait to drop the delicious finally some good fucking tea gif the next time someone shares new gossip with me.

Honestly though... You'd understand kate alot better if you saw how Indians were with their tea.

bridgerton is so fucking fun. each season they pick the two hottest people you've ever seen in your life, tell a ridiculously romantic story with them, set the whole thing vaguely in the regency era but make the costumes more camp and ridiculously elaborate in the best way every season, make the hot people bang, craft intricate and breathtaking sets, flesh out incredibly well a bevy of characters, then cast some more super hot people of colour to play characters that were white in the books. all of that from source material that is cheesy and they make it excellent and more progressive. I want a million seasons.

Alleviating gender dysphoria, not with binding or packing, but a secret third thing (padding your waist and ribs until they are the same size as your breasts)