i like how i’m not even remotely phased by anyone’s url anymore like oh look at this adorable kitten that satansbloodsacrifice reblogged from 1d-lives-inside-my-actual-vagina
I’VE NEVER WANTED A NIGHT LIGHT SO MUCH
I heard you were talkin’ shit
Here’s a challenge for you all.
Name one girl/girl relationship in a popular medium that is not
- played up for drama (ie, bury your gays, psycho lesbian, etc)
- isn’t “debatable”
those moms on that episode of good luck charlie
Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.
all i can imagine is all of them doing the grudge walk and assembling like a damn transformer at the end of a dark hallway in the middle of the night when i went to go get a glass of water
somebody pls tell me what exactly is happening in portal i just found this freaky hallway and a whole bunch of what i’m assuming are turrets??? what is happening???????????
#the greatest #i’ve got red in my ledger. i’d like to wipe it clean. #she manipulates people’s gendered expectations of her to extract information #she conducts interrogations by letting people think they’ve bested her #by letting men think they’ve bested her #because she’s small and fragile and female and she is emotional and easy to snap in half #and then she tears them apart #and it’s the greatest thing and you’re the greatest thing and i love you #get your own movie
My favorite part is how Phil’s not even slightly concerned. Not even a tiny bit tense. He’s just bopping there, waiting until she’s done. The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.
The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.