My Favorite Emoji Expression Me And My Friends Came Up With Is "throwing Rocks At It"

People who drive small cars in the US have balls of steel. (Here'a my car compared to the sort of pickups I see every day) (website is carsized.com)

The American method to car safety really is My Car is Bigger So It Wins The Crash.

And people drive these things like fucking maniacs. Every time I get behind the wheel I need to get into the headspace that literally everyone on the road is out to kill me. The lack of airbags combined with the fact everyone's driving fucking tanks at 60mph means I can kiss the world goodbye if I get into a wreck. If I disappear, assume I was plowed by Brad in his Ram 2500 while he was distracted stuffing a burger in his face.

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

— Lisa Unger (via quotemadness)

Joy Sullivan, from “At the Airport”, Instructions for Traveling West

An absence so heavy it becomes a presence

god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly

dont be shy Britta say some more

Destiel fanfic rec list

Fanfic recommendation for the ship Dean x Castiel (Destiel) from the Supernatual series!

last updated: 16/12/2024

disclaimer:

the destiel fanfics you will see VARY in genre and tags that might be triggering, weird and overall, not everyone's cup of tea! this is in terms of character death, omegaverse, mpreg, SMUT SMUT SMUT, fluff, marriage, cheating, blood, odd kinks and alternative universes! SO DONT BE MEAN! READ WHAT YA LIKE!!! thank you!

P.S give me some time lol i just joined the fandom and still reading fanfics myself LOL so the collection will grow over time!

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