A Finnish girl who has written fanfiction for too long, likes to learn new things and has a passion for literature. Socially awkward. I do a lot at the same time, so sometimes I want to rip my hair off.
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An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures
The show is called ‘All or Nothing’
Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is extremely socially awkward and has trouble ordering coffee let alone getting a date.
my hand slipped
will reblog until this becomes an actual show
straighten your back, mate
NOW GO ON
woah thanks i really needed that today
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FUCK THIS POST HAS SHOWED UP LIKE 10 TIMES TODAY AND I HAVE BEEN HUNCHED OVER EVERY FUCKING TIME
PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING it is the best reminder for me ever and I always need it omg
"banana frown as america lick the banana seductivly. ‘why are you doing this, america’ the banane said. ‘don’t you love me’
america laughed. ‘of course i love you, that why i want you inside of me’
he put his lips over the banana and grazed his teeth on it, leaving light marks and licking his teeth, tasting the bananer as it moaned
'i-i guess i understand. you can eat me then, america' the banana maoned out, unable to blush (because its a banana)
america grinned, then licked all the way up the banana, a groan escaping his throat. once he reach the top, he bit the banana, causing it to moan out.
another bite. and another, adn another
bananet was inside america
america lay on the couch, letting out a deep sigh. ‘lets do that again sometime, bananan’ he spoke, patting his belly.
banana dient respond and america grins
they together 4ever (at least until america poo)”
do u have that one person who you kinda just
im so happy youre alive i dont care that youre miles and miles away i just love you a lot and care for you so much
MATT LeBLANC: There’s only five people in the world who know exactly what being on Friends was like, other than me. There’s five of them. David, Matthew, Lisa, Courteney, and Jen. That’s it. Marta and David were close, but when they left the stage, no one knew what they did. We could never leave the stage, metaphorically speaking. Still can’t. Still on that stage. That will follow us around forever.
More important than anything else is the look on people’s faces when you cross paths with them in the street, or in the store, or in the grocery line. You can always tell that you were—maybe still are, maybe always will be—a part of their family. Movies have this thing where it’s an event. You get dressed up, you go to dinner, and you go to the movies. You’re outside of your element. But with television, people are watching you in bed, at their kitchen table eating. You’re in their house.
I did not want it to end.
And now a message to our boys: You matter. Just because you’re not a bulging beefcake doesn’t mean girls aren’t going to like you, Just because you’re not a thin as a rod doesn’t mean you’re unattractive. Just because your looks doesn’t meet someone’s preference doesn’t mean you’re undateable. If you want to change your appearance you have to accept it first. You’re not weak, you’re not disposable, and you do not deserve to die.
the only poly people you ever hear about in media are heterosexual men with several heterosexual wives who are not really interested in one another and are often bitter about the fact that they have to share
that’s not healthy polyamory
why do we glamorize that polyamory
feli takes lud home to see his grandfather and rome is like “sooo. what’s your favorite subject” and lud is like “….math and history” “what history” “..i like ancient rome” and rome just stares at feli KEEP THIS ONE
Self. Harm. Is. Not. Art.
Suicide. Is. Not. Beautiful.
Depression. Is. Not. Pretty.
Anxiety. Is. Not. Cute.
A Mom went to have dinner with her son who lives with his roommate.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how handsome his roommate was. She had been suspicious about her sons sexuality but being a good mother she felt that he would let her know if and when the time was right but seeing the two together just made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the interaction between the two she wondered even more if there was more here than meets the eye. Her son, sensing his mothers watchfully eye volunteered, “really Mom, I can tell what you’re thinking and you can just get it out of your mind, we are just roommates and nothing more”.
About a week later the roommate remarked, “ever since your mother was here the silver serving platter has been missing, do you think she took it?”
He responded, “Well I’m sure she didn’t but I will email her and ask just to be sure” he sat down and wrote:
I’m not saying you did take the silver platter from the house and I am not saying you didn’t take it but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
A couple days later he got a response from his mother:
I am not saying that you do sleep with your roommate and I am not saying that you don’t sleep with him and you know I love you and could care less either way but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the platter under his pillow.
When are the two of you coming for dinner?