masterblaster:

theeasyvirtue:

masterblaster:

We ordered lube and rubbers online and because we spent more than $20 they sent us a free (too-big-to-use) dildo. So…

to big to use….?

You know, I’m glad you asked, because it allows me to print a correction.

I originally said it was too big to use, but yesterday I learned an important lesson about determination and believing in yourself.

(via oxytocinwanted)

Is Sherlock Watson good enough for you?

iamjohnlocked4life:

couldntpossiblycomment:

I just realized that in this godforsaken scene:

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When Sherlock says “I think it could work”

He’s saying I think the name Sherlock Watson could work”

And then John, still laughing, realizes what he just heard and does a sort of puzzled look back up at Sherlock:

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And Sherlock just:

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And in conclusion, we’re not exactly looking at an aborted declaration of love.

Oh god, this hurts so good. I can’t stop feeling over this (>_<)

(via forsciencejohn)

#sherlock  

jesseyasaur:

Dr who: “do you ever see someone in the mirror in the corner of your eye that you pretend not to notice?”

Well, yeah. it was YOU who put the little girl from the Family of Blood there, or did you just forget that

(via naturalshocks)

the-chief-mooseketeer:

captain—jack—harkness:

adricalzarian:

arkytiorforemancampbell:

Magician vibe intensifies. [x]

was that a flip off

That was a flip off.

theeeeeeeeere’s the twelve that tumblr was waiting for

(via timetravelling-assbutt)

"Its New York in August and while I might be an Avenger, its not like I have superpowers." (x)

(via moonblossom)

#wow  #hawkeye  

princess-of-pop-punk:

Even Lavender Brown is a Game of Thrones fan.

(via makingfunofthestarks)

chuuface:

i didnt think there was such a thing as too many cats but i’m pretty sure this is it

(via timetravelling-assbutt)

#cats  

bitterglitterqueer:

THIS AVOCADO IS FURIOUS

(via moonblossom)

#i want it  #cute  

pr1nceshawn:

Shocking Truths Behind What Cat Behaviors Really Mean…

(via moonblossom)

#truth  #cats  

this was the best ending to any movie ever. ever. 

no one can convince me otherwise. 

(via timetravelling-assbutt)

timdrakeisgay:

the-savage-avenger:

kneel-on-nails:

forever-kitten:

Damn son our uterus stretches like 5x the size and then contracts and pushes a 7 pound baby out of a small tube into life if you think that isn’t metal as fuck get out of my face

YOUR ORGANS THOUGH IM SO SORRY LADIES

How the hell do woman survive this?

Seriously it surprises me how many people don’t know a couple things about pregnancy and babies:

women would not survive 10 months of pregnancy they would die

A baby is nowhere near as developed as it should be to be out in the world at 9 months, but the human body has not evolved to push anything past the size of the head out, everything else the baby is can stretch and squash but the head

the vagina can’t handle anything bigger than the head at 9 months of development so we have to give birth. 

But babies actually need longer than that, really, it’s why they’re such a mess when they’re born and why they’re completely dependent on care, can’t walk, can’t do anything.  Note most other animals can when they are born.  Babies are born too early, it’s kind of a huge and secret flaw in human evolution.  I found it really interesting, so thought I’d share.

(via seducemewithstories)

quimbycub:

willow-wanderings:

nedahoyin:

queenqueerqutie:

Martin Bauendahl

Real life vs Societal expectations

Wow..

Yeah, news flash people, boobs generally only look “perky” while in a bra. A few are super lucky and have naturally perky boobs, most don’t. And this is because, SURPRISE, boobs are intended to feed babies and it’s hard for a baby being cradled in mum’s arm to reach a nipple that’s on the other side of the boob from where its mouth is.

Think of a soda fountain machine. The spouts are all pointing down, right? So you can put soda in a cup being held under the spout? If the spout was sticking straight out, it would be really hard to get a soda out of it.

Babies need to be able to reach a nipple easily so they can eat. Ergo, nipples are usually lower and angled more downward on a naturally hanging boob, both so it’s easier for a baby to reach and so gravity can do its part in pulling milk toward the nipple.
So there you go, outright ANATOMICAL proof that boobs are not there for the benefit of men.

Thank you for that. I never realized. Thanks.

(via oxytocinwanted)

skyfallat221b:

WHAT IFClint hasn’t been seen since the Avengers because he had other duties to attend…

insp. by the-age-of-the-understatement's submitted mini fic.

(via skyisgray)

He lifted me to my feet then, and bent his head to kiss me. It went on a long while, and his hands roamed downward, finding the fastening of my petticoat. It fell to the floor in a billow of starched flounces, leaving me in my chemise. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.” He pressed me firmly to him, and I could feel that he was more than ready to get on with the business at hand. With some surprise, I realized that I was ready too. In fact, whether it was the result of the late hour, the wine, his own attractiveness, or simple deprivation, I wanted him quite badly. I pulled his shirt loose at the waist and ran my hands up over his chest, circling his nipples with my thumbs. They grew hard in a second, and he crushed me suddenly against his chest. “Oof!” I said, struggling for breath. He let go, apologizing. “No, don’t worry; kiss me again.” He did, this time slipping the straps of the chemise down over my shoulders. He drew back slightly, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples as I had done his. I fumbled with the buckle that held his kilt; his fingers guided mine and the clasp sprang free. Suddenly he lifted me in his arms and sat down on the bed, holding me on his lap. He spoke a little hoarsely. “Tell me if I’m too rough, or tell me to stop altogether, if ye wish. Anytime until we are joined; I dinna think I can stop after that.” In answer, I put my hands behind his neck and pulled him down on top of me. I guided him to the slippery cleft between my legs. “Holy God,” said James Fraser, who never took the name of his Lord in vain. “Don’t stop now,” I said.

(via fuckyeahjamieandclaire)

tonoelwithlove:

Jamie, stop being so adorable!

(via fuckyeahjamieandclaire)