fulice:

stardustparker:

ok but this hoe y/n is living her best life in all these fics. can I be her

i have great news for you

seasnailsplatoon:

headboardlights:

gays rb this with ur favorite way to sit wrong in a chair

froqqy:

lgbt folk! reblog this and tag it with what you identify as and what kind of monster you’d be (ex. I’d be a lesbian werewolf)

emmersdrawberry:

bigbardafree:

the thing about being someone who’s never catcalled is that you start to wonder why like is it because im ugly???

and then you realize that youre judging your worth by whether or not you are objectifiable to a man and thats so fucked up like honestly its so fucked up 

but the worst part about the patriarchy is that it still sits at the back of your mind regardless like “nobody thinks youre pretty because they dont see you as a sex object” like somehow thats a desirable thing and it fucks me up

You’re either public property or completely invisible.

catrasdad:

shorthalt:

catrasdad:

what if jack isnt actually the face of boe and he was just fucking with the doctor. like jack still KNOWS the face of boe so those two teamed up to fuck with the doctor and be like ‘yeah im jack and jack is me we are one and the same’ and jack is just behind that jar losing his mind

shut Up

the face of boe: doctor….you and i……are………old friends……

jack, giggling into a walkie talkie: yeah yeah. now tell him……tell him you remember ‘cardiff’. and, uh, the ‘bad wolf corporation’. 

two weeks later

the face of boe, psychically: and tell him youre from the boeshane peninsula. that you were, uh, the mascot.

jack, with a straight face: the face of boe, they called me.

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

I was a professional juggler for like five years and all of my friends politely pretend it never happened.

Sometimes I will be holding three or more similarly sized objects and they will all shoot me the kind of warning glances typically reserved for cats who are about to swipe a fresh and crispy fish stick from a small child’s hand.

I gaze wistfully at a basket of apples and they all think, “Don’t you FUCKING dare,” so hard that I take psychic damage.