My hips look pretty good today and I thought you ought to know
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)
One thing I need people to know about me that I don’t think I’ll ever tell anyone. Wake me up before you leave. No matter the situation. If I’m drunk, you’re drunk, we just fought, fucked or haven’t seen each other in days. Wake me up before you leave. The feeling of waking up to nothing is the worst thing I’ve ever felt and I feel it all the time.
I’m worried that I will drop out of uni because I like my job so much and I never write anymore.
when he giving good dick and suddenly pulls out
Maybe I need to do drugs
It feels like there’s electricity running from my fingertips to my skin and I guess there probably is, isn’t everything made up of moving particles? Aren’t moving particles electricity? Why do some particles smell good and some shock your skin and some make saliva run through your mouth? Why do some particles poison your mind?