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Me (staring at my wife’s titties): I’m … I’m…
My wife: It’s okay. Say it.
Me: I’m a HOMOSEXUAL. I’m GAY.
My wife: How… how could you keep this from me for so long? You’re my wife! You’re supposed to tell me everything!!!

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protego-et-servio:

The point of voting blue in 2018 isn’t to make the US perfect. We cannot accomplish that in one fell swoop. There’s gerrymandering, voter apathy, voter suppression, and generations of older party-line fucks we have to deal with.

Voting blue in 2018 is to make it less immediately threatening for PoC, LGBT+ people, the disabled, and any other marginalized demographic. It’s a stopgap against Republicans who are aligned with Nazis, white supremacists, and sexual abusers.

Correcting politics in the United States is going to take decades of new voters staying on top of politics and not falling prey to apathy, like our predecessors. 

People telling you not to waste a vote on 3rd Party this midterm aren’t saying “never vote 3rd party.” Republicans have united behind one utterly heinous front. We need to unite behind Democrats, for the time being.

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cerisefern:

the-handmaid:

ali-that-fbi-gal:

zeekayart:

zeekayart, with the power of phonetic pronunciation of letters, and general art snobbery!

Im,,,, me? Wowie an FBI agent that is a girl

I clean up crime I guess. Super-speed, to clean everything, increased senses, trouble-sensing like Spiderman?

Something with plants I guess?
IDK how colour factors into that.

Lame Ending – I can dye ferns cerise
Cool Ending – I can control plants and cerise is just my aesthetic

I’ve got either something to do with stars or something to do with magic… OR BOTH. I’m GONNA HUCK A FUCKIN STAR AT SOME SHIT

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andhumanslovedstories:

Competency kink is fine but you know what’s sexier??? Incompetence kink. Show me a character who has never done anything right. I’m horned up for the increasingly ineffectual villain who has done terrible things but like. stupidly. I crave the wanton hubris of a fool who has ran into three walls but believes they’ll walk right through the fourth. You know The Nice Guys where Ryan Gosling is sitting on a toilet and trying and failing to point a gun while keeping the bathroom stall door open? The raw sexuality of that choreography of failure impregnated me, and the baby came out my womb by doing a pratfall