my favorite compliment i’ve gotten at college was from a drunk frat boy who said i had “the body of the girl of his dreams” then paused and held up a hand to stop me from saying anything and continued “…..but the haircut of the boy of my dreams”
Courting me is easy. All you have to do is quote my favorite musical.
• a transphobic woman is not a feminist
• a racist woman is not a feminist
• a homophobic woman is not a feminist
• exclusionary feminism is not feminism
i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
Every time I see Elizabeth i’s signature I get absurdly happy cause I just imagine her signing her name and doing a little twirly and then pausing and then adding a few more twirlies
“your majesty perhaps thats enough twirls” suggests William Cecil
“perhaps Im the motherfuckin queen” suggests elizabeth and adds 6 more
Headcanon that Enjolras’s eyes are cerulean. Not “just blue”. Because nothing about Enjolras is halfway done, so he’s got the deepest most motherfucking blue ever in his eyes. Cerulean.
And Grantaire, painter that he is, knows it perfectly. And if someone tries to tell him that Enjolras has “blonde hair and blue eyes” he will just scream “GOLD AND CERULEAN FOR FUCK’S SAKE”
I thought it was absolutely glorious. It made me incandescently happy. I thought it was so brilliant. He got right up there, isn’t he? I love him for it. And I’ll love him forever. I think it’s my favorite thing he’s ever done.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Sam and Dean would take one look at Night Vale and burn it to the ground, civilians be damned.
i’ve come to the conclusion sam and dean would drive into night vale and spontaneously combust from being exposed to sexual and racial diversity and women who don’t die within a week