I'm Afraid To Live My Life, I Feel Guilty, I Feel—shut The Fuck Up. Step 1. Shut The Fuck Up. Step

im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary

need to write a hot idiot fictional man in an actor au as that vid of oscar isaac all up on jessica chastain on the read carpet

Reiner's love language is touch. Even when you guys are fucking fighting over something stupid for days, he still can't sleep without you cuddling up next to him. "C'mon, girl." He huffs, hands gripping the supple flesh of your thighs and pulling slightly. "Put your leg on my leg so I can get some fucking sleep." You can't help but groan at how annoying he can be, not interested in babying him while you're in the middle of a fight. You listen anyway, missing the feeling of his warmth yourself and pull your thigh over his, arms finding their way over his neck and pulling his face to rest between your tits - just the way he likes it. And its really not long before the room fills with his silent snores.

In his sleep, he pulls your body flush against his and wraps his muscular arms around your waist, the feeling of skin to skin contact with your partner making you fully forget what the two of you were fighting over to begin with. Reiner stirs in his sleep a bit, cracking an eye open to see if you're still awake and when he sees that you are, he pulls you a bit closer (if it were even possible at this point). He mumbles something under his breath, mouth a bit muffled under the weight of your tits but he can't bring himself to move his face for a minute.

He repeats himself. "'M sorry." And, to be honest, he's got no clue what he's apologizing for by now. The argument was days ago. He's not even sure if he's the one in the wrong. He just can't handle the tension between you guys anymore. Reiner hates fighting with his girl, knows he'll never win against you anyway. He kisses your collarbone a little, an attempt to coax you out of your fit. You giggle, fingernails carding through his soft blond roots. How can you stay mad at your man like this? "You know I forgive you." You smile, kissing his forehead in return.

need someone to draw kdj's domain expansion if he was in jjk so bad. like these are the moments that make me mad i stopped drawing in middle school

i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

being a black woman is so often like "so will you pledge your loyalty to the people who hate you because you're a woman or the people who hate you because you're black?"

Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

This is the best idea in the history of film.