Yesterday I learned the purest, most beautiful truth there is:

Yesterday I learned the purest, most beautiful truth there is:


Where is Ayman?
- Anonymous

He’s tweeting, so… I guess he’s somewhere doing news stuff? Or if you’re asking where he’s been on my blog, I kind of… stopped watching him… when he went to NBC. And then I left the country. And then I kinda left Tumblr. So…. yeah.

August 26

I miss the Eleventh Doctor so much it literally hurts. =(

I thought I wouldn’t mind the change but I was wrooooooong!

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i hope this woman lives forever

(via bambi--lion)

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I can’t watch DayZ streams anymore because I’m so sick of guys in full gear with nice guns chasing down and shooting hapless fresh spawns with splitting axes, and then bitching about how “that guy nearly killed me” because “this game is so fuckin’ bugged.”

Wearing fucking military-grade armor and acting like their life was put in ~such unfair danger~ because of a bug in an alpha game.


Funny how the idea that the axe-wielding newspawn might be suffering from the same bugs (only without the l33t headset/graphics card/gaming mouse to make up for it) never seems to occur to them.

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 dayz  fuckery  



meanwhile the police fill the block with tear gas. who’s protecting and serving here

This is really important

(via jtoz)

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Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?



Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.


The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow—

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.

Yes hello I am here for the stationery fandom.

August 17
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I don't care if that's a queue to the future thing that was just posted but seeing your icon and user name on my dash actually made me cry (have I just been missing your posts or what?!)
- Anonymous

Ang? Ang is that you???

August 12



i wanna go for walks in the middle of the night but i also dont want to die ya feel

just girly things

(via heyyouwiththeboobs)

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krauss, heartbreak and curry