“reblog if you support gay marriage xDDDD” followed by 500 glee, spn, doctor who gifs and comments like “then john and sherlock could get married” and “if you don’t reblog this i’m unfollowing you”
y’all know about superwholock but you don’t know about superwholock there were petitions to each studio to get them to do a mashup urls like “johnlock-in-the-tardis-with-castiel-221b” shitty “edits” which were just stolen gifs mashed together with different dialogue over them
that one time someone reblogged a gif of the london eye from the sherlock opening and said “i don’t know why but this feels like home” and ended up deleting their blog bc there were so many comments the blockquotes ran off the screen of people calling them stupid and a shitton of spn gifs as always
gif memes aka “the x gif in your folder is your reaction when dean and cas kiss”
that fucking theme garden theme with the scrolls and banners. you know the one.
once-ler and subsequently shipping him with himself
rise of the guardians
“ew all these hannibal fans trying to get in on superwholock get away”
the supreme hatred of all female characters
everyone shipping lestrade and mycroft bc idk they’re white men i guess
merlin
tom hiddleston and benedict cumberbatch were the sexiest men alive
“reblog ALL the memes” type posts you know the ones
gif wars
mutant and proud
the social network
inception
ask blogs
always reblog david karp
gpoy
5ever
what is air?!
when you had to go to another page to reblog things
scrolling all the way back to the top to reblog a post
missing e.
“can you make that last ask rebloggable?”
2012 doomsday
+bonus of the above: posts like “it’ll be okay dean and sam are out there saving the world right now xD”
this is the NSFW version of this for all y’all dirty lil monkeys
intro is the same so if you just want the smut it’s under the cut
cullen x lavellan dont even ask me anymore
All was quiet.
He had successfully convinced Josephine that he was just confirming precisely where his missing soldiers had last been seen. He strolled casually down the hall to the war room, sunlight filtering through the cracks in the wall that had yet to be repaired. And as Cullen pushed open the heavy door, he briefly wondered if he should leave it open to be able to see anyone coming, or if he should close it to take advantage of the soundproofing.
He compromised and left the door open just a crack, then walked over to his usual spot around the large table, an indescribable expression on his face that was somewhere between cautiousness and sheepishness.
He looked up, and somehow the almost indistinguishable crack in the door made him feel more uneasy than secure. Retracting his former judgment, he scurried around the table and carefully closed the door fully.
Cullen resumed his place at the table, running his fingers over the enormous map of Thedas, resting on the marker where his soldiers were. He was a man of his word, at the least.
He flicked his eyes up to the closed door, double-checking that he was, indeed, alone.
“I’m a dirty barbarian who likes to snatch up your soldiers because I’m mean and nasty and I like making extra work for the Inquisition,” Cullen said quietly in a comically low voice, curling his lip up into a mocking sneer on the side where his pale scar curved up from.
He scratched at the stubble on his chin as he cast another quick glance around the room. He slyly reached for an unused war marker and pushed it close to the first one.
“Eat your words, savage filth! I’ll make you pay for capturing the Commander’s troops!” Cullen whisper-shouted in a higher voice.
“Oh look, it’s the Inquisitor! Let’s get ‘er!” he countered in the first tone.
He marched “the Inquisitor” closer to the first map marker while grabbing another one from the side.
“Inquisitor, don’t go! They’ll kill you!” he said in his normal voice.
“Don’t you worry, brave Ser Cullen. I’ll find a way back to you.”
That last bit sent a red blush creeping up his neck and burning the tips of his ears as he knocked the “barbarian” marker over with the Inquisitor.
“Yaaaah!”
He set the Inquisitor down and reached over to set the first marker upright again.
“You thought I was done, did you? Well, think again!”
Cullen grabbed a handful of unused markers and set them down between the barbarian and the Inquisitor.
“You opened a Fade Rift?? But how?”
He let out his best attempt at an evil laugh. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll be dead soon, anyway! Demons, attack!”
He pushed the horde closer to the lone Inquisitor.
“Noooo! There are too many!”
Cullen did his best impression of a heralding trumpet and used his marker to knock two of the “demons” flying off the table.
“Have at you, demons!”
“Oh noooo! It’s the Inquisition and their military adviser, that absolute hunk, Ser Cullen!”
He knocked the rest of the markers down.
“Meet your end, foul creatures!”
“We stood no chance! Cuuuurses!”
He moved the Inquisitor’s marker close to his own.
“Oh, Ser Cullen, you’re so strong and clever and very, very virile.”
“Why, thank you, Inquisitor.”
He scooted the two right next to each other.
“Mmm, Commander, I could just smooch you allll day.”
He touched the little marker heads next to each other and made kissing noises until he heard the very distinct sound of someone clearing their throat, at which point he dropped the two map markers and swept his arm across the table instinctively, knocking all the map markers down as his entire face turned bright red.
Cullen looked up slowly, knowing in his heart of hearts exactly who was standing there while desperately wanting to let himself believe it was anyone- anyone else.
But lo and behold, he looked up and there the Inquisitor stood, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that made her look like the cat that had swallowed the canary.
what I say: I’m fine…
what I mean: why did mike wazowski say ‘you’ve been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal’ to sulley in monsters inc, but they actually met in college at monsters university, which was many years after he claimed it in the first film?
its “thighs rubbing together under ya sundress” season
Buy cute, cheap lace leggings. Cut them a little above your knee. Hem them or don’t, but then you can wear them under your sundresses and not worry about how you sit or if your thighs chafe, and if anyone sees them they look cute af so hell yes
Or a little deodorant between the thighs is magical
Also, LUSH sells this dust called Silky Underwear that makes your skin smooth so they don’t stick together or chafe.
I love that we’re all here for each other in this season of need
Monistat has an anti-chafing gel that works wonders and I live by. You can usually find it in the feminine care aisle of any drugstore.
There’s this stuff called Glide…pretty cheap & works hella miracles
I’m so ready for sundress season.
reblog to save a thigh
REBLOG TO SAVE A THIGH
I wear a pair of cotton shorts under my dresses because I like being able to run around and stuff but it also helps a bit with the rubbing
first of all you will need to raise my approval rating and complete my personal quest when it becomes available and afterwards pick the option that starts a romance path from the dialogue wheel once it pops up
reckless & terribly gay 