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So, I wake up at 5am because my bladder told me to. I decide to take the iPad outside, have a smoke, check my email before going back to sleep. I see this email from my boyfriend with the subject line “I thought you might love this!”. I’m thinking, “Okay, something Marvel, BBCSherlock or Rhett and Link related, let’s see what it is!”. I open the email to find it’s a link to a set that’s a broom with a dustpan that’s on a stick so you don’t have to bend over to use it. Oh, thank you sweetie, how thoughtful, send me that shit because I’m the woman of the house and should go ape shit with joy over household cleaning products! What a chauvinistic cunt!
Then I remembered…
I was using the StumbleUpon app earlier, saw that, thought to myself “Oh wow, it’s a set that’s a broom with a dustpan that’s on a stick so you don’t have to bend over to use it! I should email the link to myself so I can buy it later!” and when you do that, since this is my boyfriend’s iPad, it sends to me via his Gmail. *MASSIVELY EPIC FACEPALM OF EPICOSITY*
Sorry honey, I nearly murdered you. I love you! ^.^
I just want to take a moment to say how blessed I feel to have my incredible boyfriend, Sky Copeland, in my life. I had given up all hope that there was someone out there for me who could possibly have a love for me that was truly and utterly unconditional, and he came along and showed me just how wrong I was. He loves me in sickness and in health, for better and for worse, for poorer and in wealth and not a day goes by that I don’t just look at him in sheer awe, wondering what I ever did to deserve someone as amazing as him. I certainly don’t take his love for granted and I thank God every day that I am blessed to be able to call him mine. Every night I go to bed with him at my side and I look forward to doing so every night for the rest of my life. He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he makes me want to be a better person and, let’s face it, he’s downright sexy to boot. ;-) LOL I am the luckiest woman in the world. I’ve gone through a lot of hell in my life, but every last bit of it was worth it because it led me to him. We’ve had more than our share of ups and downs in the short time we’ve been together, but through it all, it’s only brought us that much closer together. He’s my hero, my heart and because of him I know what real, true love is. I love you, Sky, thank you for loving me.
I FOUND IT. I FOUND MY FAVORITE THING ON THE INTERNET.
Holy mother of god.
Barack O-BAM! Fierce!
raise your hand if you’re a queer kid who started out as an overly invested “straight” “ally”
*raises hand and waves it like a lunatic*
Anthony, STAWP! Your perfect is giving me heart palpitations!
sexuality: poussey speaking german
OMG WERRRRRRRRRRD, THO!!! That whole sequence, just….GUH.
Filming a rainbow when suddenly.
THOR: Loki, stawp using rainbows to tell the Midgardians I’m gay. I’m NOT GAY!
LOKI: *makes it rain glitter*
THOR: That’s it, back to the dungeon with you!
ORRRRRRR, maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t exist in an alternate universe where it’s the 1950’s and women are expected to live in frilly dresses, heels and pearls and she actually enjoys wearing basketball shorts because they’re fucking comfy and easy to put on. For example, the only underwear you’ll find in my dresser are boxer briefs, and I guaran-goddamn-tee I bought every last pair for myself, I didn’t swipe them from doods I was fucking. This is 2014 for fuck’s sake, can’t we just accept that some women prefer to wear stereotypically dood clothes (and vice versa for doods who dig panties, lingerie and heels?)?!
can we please stop acting like people being triggered is stupid and ridiculous if the thing they’re being triggered by is fucking gore
Can we please stop mocking people for having triggers of any kind, period? Being triggered is a gut-wrenching, horrifying experience and if you’ve never experienced it, you should be really fucking thankful. A person who has past trauma may not always know what might trigger them, and that’s a living nightmare. I was molested and nearly raped by my cousin while I slept when I was 9 years old. I played possum through over half of the ordeal, hoping he’d stop it and go away. At one point, my hand dropped down and I felt a sticky wetness (that I figured out later as an adult was because he had ejaculated). I thought by the time I was in my twenties that I had coped with the assault and moved on. At this time I lived with my dad and we had this dog named King. He was a huge Akita/Lab mix and the sweetest dog ever. One day, I was in our kitchen and he innocently touched his wet nose to the palm of my hand. The sensation jolted me right back to that terrible night that happened well over a decade ago, but in that moment I was there, as if it was happening all over again. It was horrifying, and for the first time I truly understood what it meant to be “triggered”. It’s being jolted into a waking nightmare. It is NOT seeing something that offends you or that you find “icky”, and the majority of people who request bloggers tag their potential triggers are fully aware of what triggering really is.
My point is that to a blogger who has never experienced being triggered, you may think something that someone is asking you to tag as a trigger may be ridiculous, but if a dog that I adored and who was my constant companion and protector simply touching his wet nose to my palm as a sign of affection can bring back to the forefront of my mind one of the most traumatic events in my life, there is no telling what might be a trigger for someone else. If you post gore, pro-eating disorder posts, rape jokes, pro-drug abuse posts, anything that is highly likely to be a trigger for someone, please just use a little common sense and common kindness and tag those posts as possible triggers without being snarky or bitchy.
And to all my followers, please, by all means, if I ever post anything that could possibly trigger you or has triggered you, send me an Ask or a fan mail with a link to the post and what content in it is triggering and I promise I will gladly and without judgement add a trigger tag because I understand and it’s just the right thing to do. Tumblr should be a safe space for everyone, especially those who’ve suffered through trauma. It should be an escape from the memories, not a constant reminder.
- Your Friendly Neighborhood Miss Horrorshow
those moments when straight people assume you’re one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent
it’s an ace case
Secret Agent Pan
- Getting asks isn’t a regular thing, I still smile when I see Messages (1).
- People don’t reblog me ASAP. Sure, I get reblogged 20 or 30 notes, if I’m lucky.
- I don’t get asked for pictures of me.
- People don’t ask me for requests.
- I don’t have a lot to offer.
- most of my blog is 99.9% reblogs
- i LOVE every little follower of mine
All of this obsession with Tumblr fame…When I first joined, it swallowed me up, too. I’d see all these blogs with countless thousands of followers and get really bummed out. After some time, though, it occurred to me what I was doing “wrong”. I’m not a fandom blog, I’m a random blog. I reblog the things I enjoy and that matter to me. I comment on nearly everything I reblog which is seen as some kind of huge faux pas, for some reason. I don’t put “Read Mores” on my personal text posts. All of these things, I’ve come to learn are supposedly huge no-no’s if you want to be Tumblr famous. Then, I looked at my follower count again (361 followers as of this post)…that’s 361 people out there in the world who follow me not because I reblog posts about some fandom or another, not because I’m some smokin’ hot blogger who posts countless selfies every time I breathe or blink, and not because I have some wildly interesting life. They follow me for me, for my sense of humor, because I’m open and honest about being a fucked up mess. 361 people actually give a fuck about the things I have to say. A few of them have even reached out to me to tell me that I’ve had some kind of positive impact on their lives, whether because a joke I made got them through a tough time, or because I posted about a struggle of mine that they could relate to and it made them feel less alone. Every last one of those 361 people are a treasure to me. I don’t need thousands of followers to be happy anymore, because of those 361 people, most of them have been with me from the very start, seen me hit rock bottom and overcome and that matters to me more than fleeting, empty popularity. I love each and every one of those followers who’ve stuck with me and I swear to never, ever take them for granted.
Asked by rose-de-noire rose-de-noire
Yush we did. ^.^ A follower who turned into an awesome friend.
Spontaneous date night with the boyfran. We went to Oak Lawn in Dallas, Texas, had the yummiest Italian food I’ve ever had at Italia Express then popped into the Round-Up Saloon to catch some of the preliminaries for the Miss Gay Texas America pageant. I was on cloud 9, drag shows make me LIVE! It was an incredible ending to what started out a pretty shitty day. My man is incrediballs!!!
Must be following: bewbies
Will promote everyone through out the day to help you reach your goal! :)
I will also follow blogs back. You will gain 15+
Asked by raineblade raineblade
Awwww, you’re gettin’ this ho bag all choked up! This blogger loves you, too, you fabulous bitch!!!