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[daftmooncretin]

william shatner is kind of like a sith lord because he was born with the divine and incredible power of being incredibly cunty yet he only uses it for evil (being annoying on twitter and going to space for no reason) like we know he has astronomical levels of pure cunt coursing through his veins (we’ve all seen kirk)imagine if it was used for good.

In another, better world i know the Shatster is fulfilling his true destiny of being a guest judge on drag race 

[viveela]

I had a dog that was gay

[extensioncabinet425]

‘and now my blue banisters are green and grey’

[make-way-for-the-homo-superior]

"These women have a mysterious, magnetic effect on the MALE members of my crew"

Don't worry queen, I saw your sapphic behaviour <3

[henrythepug]

I wish the fandom would stop hating on Mary. honestly, I don't care that she got in the way of Johnlock because even while she was alive she was never possessive of John and totally liked Sherlock and lowkey shipped Johnlock. ALSO, SHE WILL ALWAYS BE JOHN'S SECOND CHOICE and there is peace for the johnlock shippers in that. sherlock was always John's first choice but he left. sherlock messed that up. Also, she pretty much died to make Johnlock happen and is also an all-around queen. MARY DOESN'T DESERVE THIS HATE!!! - a Johnlock shipper

[ang3lik]

[lesliemeyers]

BeReal time again

[dreamback]

[offtother4c3s]

me when I have to actually work on math:

[nerissalmao]

nimona in her frog form

[2braincellslz]

Rest Your Eyes

Ship: male!yn x The Corinthian

Desc: Yn has a nightmare and wakes up in a cold sweat. Cori helps him calm down and go back to sleep.

You were running. From what? You didn't know. Just kept going. Keep running and running and running. Something was chasing you. You knew that much. Something wanted you and was going to get you so you had to keep running. You didn't even think to look around the hall you were running down. All you knew was that the door to your freedom was getting further and further away with each desperate step. 

You ran as hard and fast as your legs could take you till they gave out, causing you to tumble into a bookshelf you had passed a dozen times. 

You pulled your knees up to your chest, hiding your face away into your knees. Choking out soft broken cries for your safety. 

You felt a presence, you heard the floorboards creak as something stepped closer to you. A hand rested on your back.

¨no more of this. It's over now.¨ a familiar monotone voice said but you refused to look up.

¨ Look at me. It is time to go.¨

¨No, please. No more.¨ 

You let out a blood curdling scream as pain enveloped your body.

You shot up, a cold sweat dripping down your forehead. 

That nightmare played over and over in your head. The same ordel night after night. It was hard to get to sleep in the first place. You dreaded hearing the stranger's voice. The few times you did look up you were met with a shadow of a figure with two wide eyes staring back at you and teeth turned into a twisted smile. As if Dream was punishing you for… well…

You heard something shift next to you. Looking over, you saw the blond that had been ¨hiding out¨ in your apartment. Except he really wasn't hiding out, was he?

He looked peaceful. You didn't know nightmares could sleep yet here he was. He wasn't really a nightmare to you though. A charmer and a gentleman. A sweetheart. 

He wasn't wearing his sunglasses but his eyes were closed. After about two or three months of living together, you caught him without his sunglasses on. He had to explain the whole Dream world and Nightmares and Morphus and his ordeal. You already knew about his… activities… but you didn't really care. As long as he cleaned up the carpet. This whole Nightmare thing was just frosting on the cake, per say. 

After you saw him without his glasses, he started being more genuine to you. He was more careful around you. Treating you as if you were a fine art. He would compliment you more often, pulling you closer to him while the two of you watched movies, preparing food.

From that, stemmed dates. The first time he asked you out, you nearly screamed yes. You didn't know how to tell him you wanted to go out, so thank god he made the first move.

Dates where the usual kind of boyfriend boyfriend dates. Dinners, movies, arcades, the beach, trips. 

Then you met Dream. He was a lot less scary than you had first thought and he was a lot more tired. Makes sense though. You had practically begged on your hands and knees for Dream to let The Corinthian stay around. Must have worked, because he made a deal with the two of you. As long as The Corinthian did not harm anybody innocent, Morphous wouldn't bother us. 

It was all domestic fluff from then on with the occasional scolding Cori about keeping the rug clean.

The sheets beside you shifted again and a long groan was let out. 

The Corinthian flipped over on his back, usually he would use his arm to cover the sun from his eyes or eye mouths but it was still dark out.

"Darlin?" he blinked his eyes open. "what time is it?"

"uh… 3 in the morning." you sighed, rubbing your temples.

He sat up, streshing his arms up in to the air. "why are you up?"

"nightmare." you said simply, pulling your knees up to your chest and looking away. 

"nightmare? Want to talk about it? I know a thing or two about nightmares." he chuckled.

"i was running down a long hall. The door kept getting further and further away. Then i tripped and some void thing caught up with me. Then i was in a lot of pain." you layed back down. Corinthian smiled, leaning on to one hand so he was looking over you.

"You are so pretty when you are tired."

You let out a audible groan, rolling your eyes. "Cori." You whined.

He just laughed and layed back down, pulling closer with his arm wrapped around you and his other behind his head.

You layed your head on his bare chest, tracing circles in to his skin.

"Do you want me to see if I can do anything about thoughs nightmares? Talk to Morpheus?" He asked, gently rubbing your arm with his finger tips.

"Would you? As long it's not to far out your way."

"Oh sweet boy, if you need me to do anything then it isnt too far out."

"You are too good to me, Cori" You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close.

"Whatever you say... rest your eyes, try and get some sleep."

You yawned, letting the warmth of sleep and Cori rock you to sleep.

Corinthian stayed up a little bit, making sure that you were dreaming of him.

[briakrist]

Lana for Interview Magazine 2015 (📸 Jork Weisman)

[girlwhocriedroses]

[violetsforreid]

𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[smtown-tourist]

Thirsty, Cocktail, & Intoxicating:

The SHINee gay sex trilogy