Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

Freddie Lounds is a terrible, terrible person and I love her

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:21:08 -0400

Freddie Lounds is a terrible, terrible person and I love her

cthonical: Have you seen him cook? It’s an entire...

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:36:43 -0400

cthonical:

Have you seen him cook? It’s an entire performance.

food porn. hand porn. organs of viciously murdered people porn.

*faints*

100newfears: i hate old people who whine about the new generation as if texting hasn’t helped...

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:14:38 -0400

100newfears:

i hate old people who whine about the new generation as if texting hasn’t helped anyone, as if a selfie is really as bad as like idk…reagan

All I have to say about this is …. look, they gave us Reagan. I don’t actually give a shit what Boomers/self promoting dickwad Gen Xers think of the youths these days.

sharpestrose: tealtier: rattlethiswholetown: I’d take you...

Thu, 09 May 2013 01:17:33 -0400

sharpestrose:

tealtier:

rattlethiswholetown:

I’d take you home if you don’t leave me at the front door.

Mary it’s your favorite band

I maintain that Metro Station were what people who don’t know about Fall Out Boy think Fall Out Boy is.

I still can’t hear about this band without remembering someone in bandom saying it was funnier if he was talking about a kitten throughout the whole album.

And then I cry and my tears are the motts.

Holy carp.

Wed, 08 May 2013 20:09:51 -0400

Holy carp.

clashofthekhaleesi: Bjorn Lothbrok appreciation post Oh my gob...

Sat, 04 May 2013 20:23:00 -0400

clashofthekhaleesi:

Bjorn Lothbrok appreciation post

Oh my gob he is the most angry little kitten ever. So presh.

“<3__________________________<3”

God, I love The Dreamers. Bro/sis twins and a curious pretty...

Fri, 03 May 2013 10:04:12 -0400

God, I love The Dreamers.

Bro/sis twins and a curious pretty boy.

*dreamy sigh*

rrrowr: queerly-it-is: rrrowr: queerly-it-is: #LOOKS LIKE...

Fri, 03 May 2013 09:44:31 -0400

rrrowr:

queerly-it-is:

rrrowr:

queerly-it-is:

#LOOKS LIKE TWINS WHERE ONE IS WATCHING THE OTHER GET READY TO GO TO A PARTY #A PARTY TO WHICH THE LATTER IS TAKING A DATE #A DATE THAT IS NOT THE FORMER TWIN #~QUIET UNSPOKEN JEALOUSY~ (via rrrowr)

OMG RO, do not tease me with Peter twincest and then not deliver. I NEED DETAILS OKAY.

OH IF YOU INSIST. Let’s say that the top twin is Adam (as that is the actual name of the character we’re looking at) and the bottom gif is Peter. They really have this whole Biblical thing going on with the names, don’t they?

Peter is as we expect him to be and as we’ve come to know him — fairly self interested but capable of pretending he isn’t — but Adam loves him anyway. Can hardly avoid it with the way Peter draws people in with his smooth charm. It’s an affect that Adam can take on too, when it suits him. It used to be a thing they did together — wooing, seducing, manipulating in tandem. Adam had only faltered when he realized where his affections truly were.

“Where are you going tonight?” Adam asks.

“As if you don’t know. There’s a banquet at Town Hall and the Hales need to make a showing,” Peter replies as he slides a pair of gel slicked fingers through his hair. “Naturally, I should be the one to go.”

Adam watches as Peter washes his hands — watches as Peter arranges his bow tie and tugs his jacket tighter around his waist. It’s been a while since Peter last wore this particular suit, and he’s grown since then. When Peter neatly slides the buttons into place, the jacket fits snugly but not too, folding easily around the firm muscle of his back. Peter straightens out the lapels as he turns to Adam, giving him a look that invites an opinion.

“You should shave,” Adam suggests. Peter’s facial hair is a thin shadow against his skin, sliding all the way down to the sharp cut of his collar.

“And look like a baby? That’s sure to draw in the ladies,” Peter drawls, rolling his eyes as he turns away. “You’ve lost your touch.”

Adam looks down and admits to himself that Peter is probably right about that. If he still had the same allure as he once did — if he’d continued right alongside his brother, maybe Peter wouldn’t be leaving at all tonight.

YES GOOD.

And it’s not as if Adam waits up for him or anything, he hasn’t slipped into that kind of well of self-pity.

But when Peter comes home looking a little looser at the edges, not drunk but obviously not entirely sober either, Adam gets sidetracked again. He watches Peter pull at his tie until it’s a thin cord draped over his neck, a few open buttons showing the dip between his collar bones and inches of smooth skin.

“How was it?” he asks, as much to jolt himself out of the dangerous staring he’s doing as it is out of real curiosity.

Peter shrugs are he pulls the jacket off and slips it over a chair. “The usual forced family togetherness mixed with lackluster conversation with strangers,” he says, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up. His hair’s a little less perfect than when he left, a few strands catching the light, a curl falling onto his forehead.

Adam tells himself it’s not relief that’s expanding like warm foam inside his chest. Just like it’s not lust that’s guiding his eyes across the tendons of Peter’s forearms. “Pity. Maybe next time there’ll be something to catch your eye.”

Peter cuts him a glance. “Talia asked after you. I explained you were busy brooding. She’s expecting both of us for lunch next week, if you can drag yourself out of your slump for a few hours.”

He drops himself with a careless kind of grace into the armchair across from Adam, and it’s a struggle to keep his gaze. Peter’s always had a dangerous kind of awareness, like a reflex held at bay by only the smallest twitch.

Adam wonders what he sees in the not-quite mirror of his face, all those subtle differences people are always so keen to point out, to latch onto and hold up like bricks in a dividing wall.

Not for anything like the first time, Adam wants to tear the wall and all the space around it down, just dust and tatters and trampled conformity before he finally, finally gets the one thing he genuinely wants.

Instead he sits, stews in the unfairness of it, and thinks how much longer.

“Why do you still go?” Adam asks, gesturing broadly. “To the parties and the banquets and the functions… You don’t think we’re too old for that now?”

“Is that why you stopped?” Peter parrots, sounding remarkably as if he’s been wondering at Adam’s reasons. “We haven’t even hit thirty yet. We’re in our prime! We should be going out together, enjoying ourselves. Drinking, eating, fucking, falling in—” Peter’s tirade abruptly halts as he grimace. “Okay maybe not that last one.”

“I could be okay with that last one,” Adam dares to say — a soft confession as he looks at Peter.

Peter sucks at his teeth and looks around him for the decanter of whiskey they keep near the lounge chairs. He pinches two glasses from the lower shelving, and after pouring two healthy servings, offers one to Adam.

“To drinking, eating, fucking, and falling in love, then,” Peter says, tilting his glass toward Adam for a toast. “Go out with me next time.”

FYI, I hate everyone in this bar right now.

THE DAIRY WARS THREESOME

Thu, 02 May 2013 23:38:25 -0400

swingsetindecember:

+

=

AW YEAH

And here I thought Sterek yam shipping was cracky.

God bless, fandom, god bless.

pervocracy: ozyreads: apiphile: my sexual orientation is “fucking lazy” and so is my gender...

Thu, 02 May 2013 02:15:49 -0400

pervocracy:

ozyreads:

apiphile:

my sexual orientation is “fucking lazy” and so is my gender identity

#today i am presenting as naked and with dirty hair #my pronouns are meh and eh #my primary political feelings are no go away

I say “genderqueer,” but my actual gender identity is “oh shit, I’m supposed to know this? I didn’t study.”

kenezbian: Got asked to make this rebloggable. The LJ link and...

Thu, 02 May 2013 01:53:09 -0400

kenezbian:

Got asked to make this rebloggable.

The LJ link and the other website link.

*shakes in a corner*

DON’T JUDGE ME FOR TRYING TO SURVIVE THAT BULLSHIT.

swingsetindecember: politicsrusdaniel: Very attractive...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:47:57 -0400

swingsetindecember:

politicsrusdaniel:

Very attractive hands

on the weekends, isaac is part of a historical reenactment club

jcf, people, tag your porn.

His neck, I swear.

mooserrific: Andy sneaks in and goes for this kiss at Absolute...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:19:48 -0400

mooserrific:

Andy sneaks in and goes for this kiss at Absolute Radio

WHAT

I just. I have so many feels rn.

currerelupusbellatorcurrere: AU: Isaac and Jackson make a sex...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:23:12 -0400

currerelupusbellatorcurrere:

AU: Isaac and Jackson make a sex tape.

Ugggh, I need to go fling myself into a volcano or shoot myself into the sun.

stele3: mattreadsthings: monsterzine: Offered in New York...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 20:30:05 -0400

stele3:

mattreadsthings:

monsterzine:

Offered in New York City Friday - Saturday nights 12AM-4AM. If you or a friend need a safe ride, please call! Save this number and spread the word! What a wonderful organization

This sounds like a really great resource!

Hi five, zipcar.

Reblog if you think Tumblr needs a chat system.

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 19:52:15 -0400

assbuttwhohasfandoms:

healthier-happier-ann:

Yes!

Hello, hi. Have you heard of blabblr?
http://babblr.me/

This could be awesome, y/y/y/mfy???

misterstoddard: Petition the Obama Administration to mandate...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 23:59:55 -0400

misterstoddard:

Petition the Obama Administration to mandate education about sexual assault and rape in schools

The last petition we were pushing did not obtain enough votes, we will not stop until this is mandated. Please vote on the WHITEHOUSE.GOV website, it takes 2 seconds and they never send you emails.

Why are there more notes than signatures?

"I’m queer. I have a lot of really wonderful friends who are of very different sexes and genders. I..."

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 21:00:41 -0400

““I’m queer. I have a lot of really wonderful friends who are of very different sexes and genders. I am very much in love with no one in particular. I’ve been trying to figure out relationships, you know? I don’t know if it’s responsible for kids of my age to be so aggressively pursuing monogamous binds, because I don’t think we’re ready for them. The romanticism within our culture dictates that that’s what you’re supposed to be looking for. Then [when] we find what we think is love — even if it is love — we do not yet have the tools. I do feel that it’s possible to be at this age unintentionally hurtful, just by being irresponsible — which is fine. I’m super down with being irresponsible. I’m just trying to make sure my lack of responsibility no longer hurts people. That’s where I’m at in the boyfriend/girlfriend/zefriend type of question.””

- Ezra Miller, being an amazing dude all over your face (via stele3)

ravenspear: magdalyna: ravenspear: magdalyna: Sometimes I...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 18:48:11 -0400

ravenspear:

magdalyna:

ravenspear:

magdalyna:

Sometimes I think that Peter likes to ponder having his hands around Scott’s throat, thumbs pressed over the boy’s windpipe as he slowly, oh so slowly keeps the pressure building until he can hear the satisfying snap of cartilage.

He’d have Scott’s hands bound, of course: zip tie woven with wolfsbane to keep him still and Peter would fuck Scott’s mouth waiting for the light to come back in the boy’s eyes.

YOU ARE SO FUCKING RUDE.

GO TO YOUR CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE.

The fun would be when the boy wakes up with Peter’s cock in his mouth, or his spunk. The greater thrill would be timing his orgasm for right when Scott’s eyelashes flutter with awareness, his nose twitching delicately like a rabbit’s when Peter’s pubic hair tickles his skin. Would he let the boy catch his breath before pulling him up to start the game anew?

It’s more fun to let him breathe; let him choke and spit, hear the rasping of his throat trying to expel Peter’s come.

More fun to lean down and say “Play nice now, Scott, or you’ll force me to dislocate your jaw.”

Because of course Scott won’t play nice - Peter’d never expect it of him - and it’s so sweet to hear his inarticulate cries when Peter wrenches his jaw loose, to hear him trying to strangle down whimpers as Peter slides his cock back inside his wet, broken mouth.

And to feel those whimpers and cries and screams choked silent around him when he forces himself into Scott’s throat? Well, that’s the sweetest.

When he reaches between Scott’s legs to finally bring him off, the smell of Scott’s arousal is metalic, like biting down on tin foil. He works Scott over slowly, the tip of a claw carefully making a thin red raised line appear, caught on the edge between a scratch mark and blood welling up. Making Scott bleed will come later.

idk, this made me feel better about humanity.

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 18:39:39 -0400

idk, this made me feel better about humanity.