#god given rights

[jessica-marie-baumgartner]

2024 can't come soon enough

[wakewithgiggli]

I love the responses there

that quote like “god gave us transness for the same reason he made grapes but not wine; yeast but no loaves — so we may partake in the divine act of creation”

[runawaymarbles]

Haven't figured out a politic way to word this but before saying someone/thing "makes you uncomfortable" please ask yourself this important question: is it any of your fucking business

[judahmaccabees]

[jbfly46]

Every test God gives me

I scream

“MAKE IT HARDER!!!”

“THIS IS FUCKIN LAME!!!”

“Do you think I’m a pussy or something!?!”

[nebraskaenergy]

We’ve spoken here often of the difference between the French Enlightenment and the Anglo-Scottish Enlightenment, Those differences have been forcible brought to our attention in the last fortnight by an illiterate Politico hack so0called reporter Heidi Przybylam who spouted this arrant nonsense, not to mention lies on MSDNC. I can’t find it downloadable so here is a a  link to X. Did you watch…

[technically-human]

Recharging

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[morganbritton132]

A fan posts to their socials a video of them whispering about how Eddie Munson is in the same store as them and, “Do I go say hi? People says he’s nice but I don’t want to bother him, and he’s on the phone. What do I do???”

Then in the background, you can faintly hear Eddie say into his phone, “Saturday? Yeah, I’m free.”

Followed by a louder voice that sounds like it’s right next to the camera because it is, Steve says, “No, you’re not! Ozzy has a birthday party.”

“You were serious about that?”

“No, Ed. I just put in the calendar for no reason,” Steve says, eye roll present in his voice. “Also, this girl wants a picture with you.”

[boltlightning]

james norrington + being a royal bitch (inspiration)

[wormedw00d]

ok this was just a doodle but theyre really cute here

[writeitinsharpie]

i have a thought about pjo that i can't quite articulate but it goes along the lines of:

athena gave annabeth as a gift to frederick because she liked his search for knowledge. in athena's eyes, any action of annabeth's reflects herself, which is why annabeth 'embarrassing' her had such strong consequences

poseidon fell in love with impertinent, stubborn sally jackson. percy wasn't a gift to her - he is a cumulation of all of her stubborn, steadfast love.

why wouldn't poseidon still love and aid percy when all of percy's insolence is why he loved sally in the first place?

[pinkpogiclub]

god put me on this earth to infiltrate male dominated sports spaces and talk about gay sex

[ventique18]

They finally gave him his rightful place at the top of the stack ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I'm so happy for you Malletsum, you worked hard to deserve this friendship pyramid!

[bluegiragi]

Boss makes a dollar, while I make a dime

That’s why I read CoD bl on company time

amen brother

[moongreenlight]

Soap (who you’ve never met before ever in your life) being your server during an anniversary dinner with your long-time boyfriend except he took one look at you by the host stand and decided he had to have you. 

Calls you “sweet thing” while he unwraps a straw and puts it in your water glass for you. 

Asks if you’re out with your brother (without making eye contact with your boyfriend) and even after you told him no, he still ‘makes the mistake’ a few other times during the meal. 

Stops over way more than is necessary. Probably has the kitchen intentionally screw up your appetizer so that when you bring it up he can make you feed him off of your fork. For quality control, of course. “Cannae have a sweet thing like you wasting the talents of a pretty mouth like that on something below par.”

Your boyfriend is pissed. Sends back his food twice and makes such a scene that the manager comes over. When he throws accusations of an “overly fucking friendly waiter,” you try to smooth the situation over by saying that everything was fine. Your boyfriend gets so riled that he throws a fistful of cash on the table and tells you it should cover his meal and your ride home. 

Soap swoops in while you’re sobbing at the table. Slides in your side of the booth carrying a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and a cherry. Squashes you up against the wall while he coos kind things in your ear. Like he’s reading off a script meticulously chosen to include all of the right things that make you let down your guard enough to agree to let him drive you home. 

“Wouldnae hear of you driving yourself home in this state, kitty.”

And once he finally gets you back to his, he goes in for the kill. Keeps saying the right things, keeps wrapping his arm around you and pulling you right into his side, keeps pushing his face close to yours. So much so that it almost feels like it’s your idea when you- still hiccuping and sniffling softly- lean forward and close the centimeters wide gap between you.