#But idk what else

[lesbiankingphil]

Wait someone please tell me they remember when vent sold merch

[rose-n-gunses]

Okay wait. Does anybody have any recommendations for affordable yet good quality lingerie? My roommate's bridal shower is in a few weeks and she's doing a lingerie shower and I have no clue where the best place to get it is

[aquaticaberration]

tf do i do with pineapple sage?

[ventya]

“The kids aren’t at my mother’s or at Joyce’s place.” Nancy says in a matter of fact. “Their at home.” This makes Steve frown.

“You guys hired a nanny?” Steve asks.

Jonathan shakes his head finishing the food in his mouth. Nancy continues to answer Steve’s question.

“No, we already had him hired. The pool guy” This makes Steve set down his fork.

“The guy who cleans your pools?” Nancy takes a drink so Jonathan answers.

“Look he’s good at his jobs and the kids.” Jonathan sighs rubbing his forehead. “Sometimes we’ll pay him extra to stay with the kids and we pay him extra to teach them how to swim.”

Steve blinks.

“He’s knows how to talk to kids.” Nancy adds.

“Rather stranger because he talks to them like little soldiers.”

“I think his father is veteran.”

“Did he ever tell you that?”

“No-“

“You can’t just make assumptions-“

“He’s so precise with his cleaning and you said it yourself the way he speaks to the kids.”

“You guys hired him to teach the kids how to swim?” Steve interrupts staring at them with big eyes and the couple eyes turn sympathetic.

“Look Steve, we know you said you wanted do it.”

“But you never seem to have the time for it.” Nancy ends Jonathan sentence and the man nods his head. “It was time for them to learn.”

Steve looks down at his plate, unfinished yet he still feels like he isn’t going to be able to finish it. “Fuck I hate my job.” He finally says breaking the silence. The couple lets out a breath and they smile at Steve.

“I keep telling you about the opening at my firm,” Nancy points out and Steve has to hold himself back from cringing.

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

Jonathan glances at his wife before back at Steve. “You should meet him.”

“Your pool guy slash swim teacher slash nanny?”

Nancy snorts taking a sip from her wine.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy I’m sure he’s nice enough to let you spend time with the kids when he’s there…?” Jonathan has a reassuring smile then looks at his wife. Nancy looks at her husband with furrowed brows before shaking her head.

“Of course, of course! I’m sure he wouldn’t mind that.” She’s smiling now, a bit more painfully.

Steve’s shoulders sagged, “Sure I can do that.” He looks down at his food again before reaching for his own glass of wine. “Whats his name anyways?”

“Billy Hargrove.”

[everoutoftouch]

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

[notnaruse]

thign that blew up on twt ig

[inkskinned]

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.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[bartex-x]

so theres this trend on twitter of people showing their favourite media tropes and i just wanted to show you mine :)

[hinamie]

10 years later

[nocek]

And we all should be jelly.

(at least Miguel is so maybe they are closer to that dumb triangle than Wade thought XD)

[lalalychee]

closer than you know

i've been working on this painting for over 3 months and i am exhausted 💀 so excited to be done with it. i'm really proud of it though!! it's definitely the most detailed painting i've done in quite some time.

(please be sure to zoom in to see all the little details i worked so hard on!)

[rosenkranz-does-things]

iwtv studies

[aguyinthepubliceye]

At times I don't know if I have an accent or not, compared to my friends/classmates I feel like I don't but idk how I sound compared to native speakers

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite