tired of dating apps. when will someone grip me tight and raise me from perdition.

reblog to give the person you reblogged it from a little heart lollipop

wow panic! at the disco gone after 19 years... thank you for 4 years of great music!

reblog to give the person you rb’d this from a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows

when sebastian smythe (gay) threw a slushie filled with rock salt at kurt (gay) during a jackson-off but blaine (gay) took the shot for him and the rock salt got in his eyes and he had to get surgery so santana (lesbian) went and had a duel with sebastian (gay) via a cello-backed rendition of "smooth criminal." that was a triumph of gay representation the world had not seen before and never has since.

we are literally all going to be ok 🥰. unless we won’t be 🧐. but we will 😋.

Commission I did for @books-books-smolderinglooks 💖

Special shout out to Felle 🐟

If a character (in a high stress situation with minimal information) makes a different decision than you would (a viewer with no stress and more information) —

That is not a plot hole. Thank you.

These two are just the cutest.

My favourite kind of fics to read and to write

“Nobody wants to work anymore” wrong. I never wanted to work in the first place

Another parallel I’d love to see in s3 is Wille actively taking part in the class debates. His whole relationship with Simon was catapulted into existence during that one debate in s1e1. So now that Wille has basically said “fuck it, we ball” to blindly following royal protocol it’d be great to see his character growth through how he’s not afraid to share his personal views on certain things or even just back Simon up in front of their classmates when Simon voices an opinion opposite of the majority.

Y’all I stumbled upon this Omar picture on Pinterest and someone said it was giving them Alex Claremont-Diaz vibes and omg

Alex Claremont-Diaz watching Henry dance with a random girl at the royal wedding when Alex has spent all evening antagonising him with glares from across the ballroom and Henry hasn’t taken the bait yet:

someone explain the jewish holidays to me like i'm 5 years old

Purim: They tried to kill us, we survived. Let’s tell the story, wear silly costumes, and get wasted. (Optional: have a carnival or a play!)

Passover: They enslaved us, God freed us. Remember this via a big ceremony/feast and then don’t eat bread for a week. This is a big one; you’re going to have to clean your house and host all your relatives.

Tu B'Shevat: It’s Earth Day, let’s eat some fruit.

Simchas Torah: We read the entire Torah every year, and we got to the end! Let’s have a dance party and then start all over again!

Tisha B'Av: They destroyed our temples. That sucked.

Rosh HaShanah: Happy New Year! It’s time to ask (and grant) forgiveness for the wrongs done in the past year, pledge to do better, and wish for a sweet new year. And go to synagogue for HOURS.

Yom Kippur: Rosh HaShanah’s somber counterpart. God decides on this day your fate for the next year. Repent your sins, hope for forgiveness, and fast. (And go to synagogue for HOURS.)

Yom HaShoah: Holocaust Remembrance Day.

Sukkot: Harvest festival! Sleep in a hut under the stars.

Shemini Atzeret: Man, I don’t even know?

Shavuot: God gave us the Torah! That was pretty nice of him.

Chanukah: They busted up our temple and tried to forcibly convert us. We responded with guerilla warfare. Let’s eat some fried food. Candles!

So basically the entire Jewish holiday calendar is giving the middle finger to death and high-fiving, with or without various combinations of prayer and foods.

Yup. Or as we say, “They tried to kill us, we survived, let’s eat.”

thank you for the desc’s bcs they are beautiful and i am now educated

A handy table for everyone:

Y’all have no idea how happy it makes me to see my goyim followers reblogging this. Really. It means the world to me.

Oh SWEET, a table!

p0rn w/ feelings is so funny it’s like I’ve tricked you into reading this fic by offering you smut but as soon as you get there I pull out a chair, sit backwards on it, and say “hey, pal. you wanna talk about abandonment issues?” and then you have no choice but to listen

The original post blew up but the version w this reblog is so much funnier to me so here it is again