one of the toughest aspects of mental illness is how often your goals fall by the wayside because the only goal you can afford is survival.
dear lord, this fucking this
- Having sex every day.
- Saving sex for your wedding night.
- Never having sex.
- Having sex with different people.
- Having sex with one person.
- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex.
- Hating sex.
- Being loud.
- Being quiet.
The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
Reblogging again because this post is so important.
louis + his accent shining through in gifs
everyone’s trying to stump the akinator so i’m gonna try and see if he’ll know that i’m thinking of the little symbol on the front of his turban
come on it hasn’t even been 10 fucking seconds
GOD DAMN IT
i fucking hate this stupid piece of shit genie fuck him i hate him so fucking much
This is like installing Windows on a Mac.
Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! by KuriKuri (T, 20k)
Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanart,but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.
"So, this book you're working on... are you going to write how I wooed you with my looks and dazzling smile?"
"Don't flatter yourself, jackass."
Derek doesn't even laugh at Stiles' dismissal. Instead, he stares at the boy for a long time, not even caring if he's pulling a Creepy Cullen on him. Whatever; that's what he gets for being an adorable jerk.
Stiles shifts, uncomfortable. "What," he barks out.
"I love you", says Derek, because, God help him, he does. And Stiles can say anything, really; he could call him a lame, sorry-ass sap and it'd be okay, because he knows he's stubborn and won't admit a damn thing.
Stiles, however, meets their eyes. "Me too, okay? Me too."
It’s Derek’s senior year at college; he’s majoring in business and has been captain of the basketball team since his very first year, and he thought he had seen it all… until this obnoxious English major douchebag walks in and organizes weird stuff from Quidditch tournaments and World Cups (His team is called “The Alpha Warlocks”, what is wrong with this guy?), to this thing called “cordel literature”, wrapping the campus’ walls and trees with booklets containing poems that aren’t even in English.
The boy is loud, sarcastic as hell and definitely a whole other level of loser.
Derek falls in love with him, obviously.