kylejsugarman:

what super expensive indulgence would u get for urself if u suddenly came into a bunch of money?? assume all bills/mortgages paid, all friends helped: what treat are u buying just for u?? for me it would be a quilted lambskin chanel bag in iridescent pink

ava teasing bea about her short haircut growing too long

possibilistfanfiction:

[turned out silly! god bless]

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beatrice wanders out of your bedroom around 11, hums in thanks when you get up from the couch where you had been reading to fix her a cup of coffee. she had been up early to surf, like usual, then back to sleep after you had laughed at her drooping eyelids and kissed her soundly after she’d showered. it’s not new, not really, but the war is finally over and it feels like a series of small miracles: to sit on the couch as the day warms; to watch the sun float to the middle of the sky after the marine layer burns off; for beatrice to sleep without nightmares, to curl up into your side with her cup of coffee and kiss your shoulder. things are quiet, quieter than they’ve ever been since you’d had a piece of metal shoved in your back and life roaring through your veins; since you had kissed beatrice, sure you were going to die; since she had kissed you through tears when you finally made it back.

it’s normal, these days, for her to nap: even though she won’t fully admit it, she’s catching up on, like, a whole lifetime’s worth of rest, you’re pretty sure. and a whole lifetime’s worth of pleasure too, which you are all too eager to experience with her: the smell of peonies in the spring, the burst of taste from the plucots from the farmer’s market, the feel of her hand buried deep inside you. and then rest — a pleasure borne of safety, of comfort, of finally, finally, not feeling like she’s going to die. like, in some way, she deserves to.

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great-and-small:

Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”

sketiana:

i think about the same thing over and over again until it rots in the skull and its just dead there forever

bewitchingbimbo:

bewitchingbimbo:

he is DETERMINED to cuddle with the kitty that doesn’t like him lmao

LITTLE MAN WAS SUCCESSFUL!!!

jcrewguy:

ALT

dreamyintersexpuppy:

dreamyintersexpuppy:

we have to stop moralizing the human condition and start jerking each other off while making out

I have had so many bad takes on this post and not only is this a breath of fresh air, I’m gonna kiss you for it, you get me

important-animal-images:

earhartsease:

flipocrite:

joeyridersvoid:

Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.

Even ignoring the quantity of workers or weaponry, I think there’s something special about specifically

1. using a knife
2. to threaten a cook
3. in a kitchen

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not the shar

not the sharpest kn

sharkodactyl:

comedy moment of all time: marisha making characters two campaigns in a row who have debilitating crushes on laura’s characters, and in both cases don’t end up with them. so in campaign 3 she goes “okay i’ll be laura’s girl best friend but my character won’t be romanceable this time around. just so i don’t-” and then laura bailey, with the steel chair,

electronic-ethereal-deactivated:

i need to be kissed i mean killed i mean kissed i mean killed i mean

anyway. putting in job applications literally makes me feel like a newborn baby

pikslasrce:

bitches will hear a song and be like ‘this makes me feel like i have a gaping hole in my chest’ and then they put it on repeat. its me im bitches

melodoka:

jesus christ. fine. ill say it. im sleepy. im sleepy, okay? do you know what being sleepy does to a person? to their spirit? i should be pitied.

onigatito: