Grown ass fedora-clad neckbeard manchildren are allowed to throw temper tantrums when someone suggests The Beatles aren’t god’s gift to the music world and are heralded as supreme connoisseurs of music but young girls and young women are “terrorists” and “crazy” when they express genuine disgust and revulsion by a “joke’ of extremely poor taste. I’m sleep tho
Just think - in a couple generations time, the hover-fedora wearing neckbeard manchildren will be throwing fits when ppl aren’t that into One Direction.
She had curves in all the wrong places. She had a boob sticking out of her kneecap and I’d never seen an ass on the back of someone’s head before
She had legs that went on forever. And ever, and ever. Legs going on into the endless primordial void from which we all came from and to which we shall all return. Her toes touched infinity, her hips perched on the cessation of existence.
And now, the weather.
Let’s play a game!
Stand where you are, look around, and list whatever liquidy thing is closest to you. This is now your fanfic lube.
Water is actually an improvement. One swallow before that it would have been Greek grappa.
It’s a good thing I just finished the coffee, but still have some water in my glass.
half water half vinegar oh nooooooo
coke oH NO
Mine is apple dish soap
I keep a bottle of lube by my computer, but it’s in a little group with hand lotion, nail polish remover and liquid catnip bubbles so really it could be any of those.
Smooth tobacco e-cig juice.
…at least it smells nice.
no liquid, just skin cream
Oh god, WD-40