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Tori Tori, our boys!
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JAPANESE BOOZE MONSTER
JFC I DON’T KNOW WHETHER I WANT TO DRINK RIGHT NOW OR NEVER AGAIN.
FUCK THIS FUCKING SHOW.
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in case any of you wanted to know how gay sex works
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AU→ Team Free Will as serial killers
this is actually terrifying
YES TO ALL.
Source: kazuos
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I can’t even
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one charming swashbuckler…
Source: lastisle
Chat reblogged from ni with 25,956 notes
- hey I just met you
- and this is crazy
- but I read all of your fanfiction in a single night and I cried over all of it and I finished the latest WIP at like four a.m. but it ended on a cliffhanger and I can't stand not knowing and I dreamed about it last night and I'm going to live in constant misery until it's resolved
- so update maybe
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Update: 11 year old trans girl lost appeal →
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
Seriously people…
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
Source: transawareness
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Looks like it,” Mickey sighed. John bounded over, clanking – he’d refused to change his boots, and his concession to ‘bring supplies’ amounted to stuffing so many bottles of vodka into the pockets of his enormous bearskin coat that he sounded like a milkfloat on collection day – and Ianto examined the threatening off-white skies with a blank face.
