pleas

you are my coworker and to some extent my victim

I Bet Your Feathers Look Gay as Hell When They're Ruffled, Bitch.

outfit repeater, movie rewatcher, same post mutiple times reblogger

my dinner-centric world view

nodding my head to show that i approve of all the shitty things this character has done because i'm a bad person

"some of my best imaginary friends are Black!"

the year was Two Thousand and twenty-four. I took a puff of my Electronic-Cigarette, inhaling the vapours. my mobile terminal buzzed in my pocket, a flat slab of microchips and glossy touchscreen. I ignored it....... probably another Electronic-Mail

“Bagginshield is canon” i say into the microphone. the crowd boos. i sigh and begin to walk off stage. "she's right" a voice says, i turn and there he is. Richard Armitage.