when someone who just started reading tells you their favorite character and you know they’re going to die soon
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And As We're Growing Older...
Life is always changing, always moving, never stagnant. This is my attempt to survive the crazy, beautiful madness that nobody comes out of alive.
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Dead soldier’s friend tells why a funeral dress was the only way to honour him. The Observer.
“Kev was like my brother – we would have done anything for each other.
We said that whoever died first, the other one had to wear a pink dress with green spots to the funeral – and we shook on it. It was mainly his idea and the more I think about it, I’m sure Kevin knew something was going to happen.
I looked for the exact dress but couldn’t find one anywhere.
I eventually picked up the green one in Primark and bought the pink pop socks to make it look even sillier. It’s what Kev would have wanted.
Kev told his whole family about the pact, so I couldn’t back out. I had a word with him at the graveside and asked if he liked the color – I’m sure I could hear laughter coming out of the ground.
Kev was a true hero and someone I’m proud to call my best mate.”Respect.
this is the manliest thing i’ve ever seen.
always reblog everytime its on my dash
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One: Buy condoms. Buy them and keep them with you at all times, and use them before you are asked to use them. And use them every time. The peace of mind you allow your partner will free her to be vulnerable with you, and that, my son, is exactly what sex is about. Condoms are sexy. In fact, call buying condoms foreplay.
(Footnote: If you are too embarrassed to buy condoms, you are not ready to have sex.)
Two: Kissing is not merely foreplay. Spend entire evenings making out on the couch while fully clothed. Believe me, dry-humping rocks.
Three: Sex is not just about friction. It’s about emotion. Stop trying to find her clitoris and find her heart. Because then she’ll help you find her clitoris.
Four: If you really wanna know how to please a woman, ask her how she masturbates. Then do that. A lot. If she claims she doesn’t masturbate, offer to take her shopping for a vibrator so you can both learn the vocabulary of her body together.
Five: Don’t put anything in her butthole you wouldn’t want in your own.
(Footnote: Try a pinky finger, it’s kinda awesome.)
Six: When you go down on her—and you will go down on her, and if you are my son, you will be amazing at it—tell her how good she tastes. Stop in the middle and kiss her deeply so she knows how good she tastes. Do the same when she goes down on you.
Seven: A simple Google search will yield 1,327 euphemisms for male masturbation, yet only 23 for female masturbation. If guys spent less time jacking off and more time jilling off, this world would be a happier place.
Eight: Everything you need to know about the importance of the clitoris is in the movie Star Wars. You are Luke Skywalker piloting your penis-shaped X-Wing Fighter deep inside her trench. Remember: seventy percent of all Death Stars cannot be blown up through penetration of the trench alone. It must be through focused contact with that little exhaust port at the top of the trench. Otherwise, any explosions you experience will be merely Hollywood special effects.
Nine: Just because you come doesn’t mean she has, so don’t you dare come before her. Focus completely on your partner. Don’t worry about gettin’ yours, you’re a guy. You always get yours. Your job is to make sure she’s gettin’ hers.
Ten: If sex with your partner lasts no longer than this poem, you are not making love. You are masturbating with her body instead of your hand. Shame on you. Go back to step one. You’ve got a lot of learning to do.
Love, Dad.— Big Poppa E., “How To Make Love” (via creatingaquietmind)
Truth: This was already one of the best things ever, then I got to the Star Wars analogy and I died. THIS IS PERFECTION. (via i-do-it-forthelove)(Source: marleestormborn, via i-do-it-forthelove)
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Okay, so there are a couple different levels to this (yes I am seriously turning a joke tag into meta).
- You couldn’t say “boner” on 1960s television. Duh. If you want Spock to admit some kind of intense feeling for Jim, it must appear platonic.
- “Friend” was used as code or cover for homoerotic subtext in entertainment during intolerant time periods. While perhaps not the writer’s intention, that context exists.
- “Friendship” isn’t really a feeling anyway. Which adds to the sense that Spock is confused and struggles to identify and label emotional urges.
- He is “ashamed” of the feeling. Not just feelings in general, but this specific one. Yet in later episodes, he seems to have no problem labeling Kirk as a friend. So again, it stands to reason there’s not just “friendship” at play here.
- Years later, Roddenberry would invent a word for Kirk and Spock’s relationship that translates to some mysterious combination of “friend/brother/lover.” i.e. he allowed for ambiguity.
- Therefore, in hindsight it’s conceivable that Spock was referring to a t’hy’la-like feeling in this scene - a nebulous jumble of intense platonic bonds and potential romanticism.
- Conclusion: a compromised Spock is confessing that he feels drawn to Jim. But the ship is in danger, Spock dislikes/suppresses the emotion, and Jim probably doesn’t realize what he’s saying anyway.
- …so they’ll be doomed to spend the next seven years dancing around each other until Spock figures out how to accept his feels.
- Q.E.D.
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…also this is the climactic scene of the episode, and THE most charged moment of that scene. And Spock can’t stop trying to explain himself, even in the midst of the important technobabble:”Understand, Jim. I’ve spent a whole lifetime learning to hide my feelings.”A line that summarizes the major conflict between them for years to come.
But if imminent danger wasn’t there to interrupt them - an emotional Spock bent on pouring his heart out to a lonely Jim - who knows what this confession would have turned into?
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I’m a Christian, and even I can recognize how ridiculous it is for people to oppose gay marriage based on the grounds that “The Bible defines marriage as one man and one woman.” That’s simply not true.
If these are barbaric and no longer acceptable practices, then I think we can say that prejudice against queer people is also barbaric and no longer acceptable.
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Illustration by Al Moore, 1951
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“That’s a nice ring on your finger.” I whispered.
“Thank you..” she replied.
“Do you love him?” I asked.
“I do..” she replied.
“If you love him, why are you here with me?” I provoked.
“I’m.. not— I don’t know..” She sighed.
“I know why you’re here. Do you want me to tell you? Do you want to understand, how you’re here, in a room, alone, with a man that’s not yours, and you’re feeling sexy, wanted, aroused, confused.. wet.
You’re here for the same reason as all the others. You have butterflies in your stomach when I talk. You know I’m bad for you, but you’re drawn like a moth to a flame. If he knew.. oh.. if he knew. Your life would cease. It makes absolutely no fucking sense.. does it?
And, yet.. here you are. In my hotel room. Alone. With me. I can explain exactly why. You’re bored. And I am not boring. You love him, but he is.. usual. Familiar. Unexciting.
I.. am none of those things. I invoke a sense within you, a sense of exhilaration. I make your blood boil, I make you shiver in anticipation. You know it..
I represent everything that you should not want. You have that perfect life. And yet, you choose me. Today, tomorrow.. next week. I will get you to do things that no man has ever convinced you to do. Not him, not any past boyfriend… You’ll do them for me, willingly. Not because I tell you to. But because you want to do them. You want everything that I tell you to do. Probably more than I do.
I am freedom. I am the shackles broken. Ironic, isn’t it? That to break the shackles that hold you back, I will tie you up and blindfold you. And in that you will find release.
Do you know why you want me? You want me because you know I am capable of doing everything you crave and more. I will do things to you that you don’t even know exist. I will touch you in places you have never been touched. I will get inside you deeper than any man ever has.
I’m not talking physically.. I’m talking mentally. I’m talking emotionally. I will get inside your head, and excite you. I have that ability, to crawl inside your brain, and make you wet between your legs. Without ever touching you, I brought you to me.
And now that you are here, I will touch you. I will restrain you. I will blindfold you. I will wrap my hands around you. I will spank your ass. I will pull your hair, and I will bite your neck. My teeth will sink into you and leave their mark. But with the pain, there will be pleasure. My fingers and tongue will make you quiver. And I will fuck you. That’s right. A man that is not your man, I will take what is his for my own. And you will let me. Willingly. Eagerly.
Now how are those butterflies in your stomach?
How wet is your pussy?”
Wow
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