if ur ever sad just remember that david bowie got hit in the eye with a lollipop during a concert then he painted a picture of it.
This is the best thing I ever learned about Bowie.
My whole life is an Awkward Moment. Come along for the ride. . .
This is whatever is on the mind of a yaoi fangirl, so it's pretty much just random stuff for now. I am a fan of Harry Potter, Glee, Naruto, APH, Supernatural, various others... I ship Johnlock, AxE, Klaine, Drarry, and so so many others.
Person: You should try dressing normal for once
if helga hufflepuff isn’t ur favorite founder then ur wrong because when all the other founders were like ‘i’ll teach the smart ones’ and ‘i’ll teach the aristocratic ones’ and ‘i’ll teach the ones who r willing to fight bears with their teeth’ helga was just like ‘fuck that i’ll teach anybody who wants to learn’ and thats how u do education
soulmate au where you can’t lie to your soulmate
A woman was left gobsmacked when she learned the gold ring she stumbled across in a field was 2,000 years old.
#THERE ARE LITERALLY THREE MOVIES AND A HUGE-ASS BOOK EXPLAINING WHY KEEPING IT IS A BAD IDEA
"…it felt like a gift from the underworld," Lundin told The Local. "It was my magnificent ring. I didn’t want to give it up."
why is everyone so reluctant to sort their faves into Slytherin? the house description is “ambitious and cunning” not “they’re all fucking evil slimy malicious twats.”
We have a double standard, which is to say, a man can show how much he cares by being violent — see, he’s jealous, he cares — a woman shows how much she cares by how much she’s willing to be hurt; by how much she will take; how much she will endure.
caroll-in said: Can I ask for ExR and "having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in" prompt? (p.s. Your writing is awesome!! *A*)
e/R | interrupted wanking, schmoopy boyfriends
"Argh!" yells Enjolras, shielding his eyes as if he’s never seen Grantaire naked before. "Sorry! Sorry!" He edges backwards out of the room and fumbles the door shut behind him, and walks in a bit of a daze back into the living room.
Sinking into the sofa, Enjolras can’t help but remember how Grantaire had looked, one leg hooked up as he stroked himself, bottom lip caught between his teeth and his other hand fingering himself lightly. Enjolras swallows, and loosens his tie, and then he’s suddenly inexplicably angry because they live together now. This is his place too, and if he wants to walk into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes then… then he bloody well will.
Enjolras marches back, slams the door open; Grantaire, on the edge of the bed already, hurriedly pulling his underwear on, tumbles off the bed. “Don’t I please you?” asks Enjolras suddenly, and that wasn’t what he meant to say at all. He breathes in sharply, but it’s out there now.