Evening dress, early 1820’s
From the collection of Alexandre Vassiliev
a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay
my favorite thing in stories is when the antagonist doesn’t die, but instead they realize they were being kind of a stupid dick (maybe because the protagonist saved them or something) and then they have to kind of awkwardly tag along with the heroes in order to make up for their mistakes and gradually become slightly less evil
still laughing about yesterday during gender/sexuality studies class when our professor had everyone chant “VAGINA! PENIS! VAGINA!” a few times to make us more comfortable with saying those terms
and this girl just stands up slowly and says “…this… this isn’t math class…”
i almost fucking choked to death reading this
I love that suggestion actually but they just repulse me so that I can’t even bring myself to touch them with a 10 foot pole, let alone touch their dick to cut it off.
I am getting so sick of these younger beta guys trying to come up and flirt with me because I look their age but am probably actually like 5 years older than them, and they are also gross creeps
Like I’m really rude and curt with them when they do this you think they’d get the hint.
Me getting up in the morning like
Hittin’ the keyboard like
Friends comin’ online like
DID YOu SEE tHE THINGg MY GOD
reblogging cause this seems strangely accurate