Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

lavabendingfirelord:

entropysamples:

lavabendingfirelord:

is same-sex marriage legal in space bc i know where i want to get married

In a legal sense marriage is a union between person recognised by the law. There’s no government body in space so technically not. 

On the other hand you can just call your ship a community and have it officiated by the captain, first mate, or, in the case of the first mate marrying the captain and so on, just move down the rank hierarchy until someone on the ship isn’t involved in the marriage.

Also can I come. I support your marriage, but more importantly I like space.

This just in: I can get married in space and you’re all invited to my gay space wedding.

(Source: cosmicspacequeen, via starwarsisgay)

lettersfromdean:

dyamirityofthelord:

okay my teacher wanted a story that’s gonna shock him

so i wrote him a cute little story about a couple fletcher and mia falling in love

and the last sentences of story are

“so… what is your full name? i mean what is mia short for?”

“michael”

because my teacher is kinda homophobic, i am gonna force him into enjoying a fluffy love story with no gender pronouns and well what a shame you liked a story about a gay couple sorry man

don’t even apologize

(via lathori)

moonlightinyoureyes:

daveshady:

conbox:

“Every girl has dreamed about carrying a child”.

once i had a dream that i was pregnant and then i gave birth and it was a litter of kittens but i dont think that counts bc im a boy

okay it got even better with the last sentence. 

I JUST CHOKED ON AIR FUCK YOU.

(Source: himegase, via clockwork-mockingbird)

thepainofthesass:

nopieontuesday:

wandering-echos:

outosumi:

Two women talking about a transwoman using women’s restroom.

Lady A: He is in there only to peep on women.

Lady B: Were you there to peep on other women?

Lady A: No.

Lady B: Neither was she.

Lady A: She is a he!

Lady B: Are you a he?

Lady A: No.

Lady B: Neither is she.

Lady A: But he has a penis!

Lady B: Have you seen her penis?

Lady A: Yes!

Lady B: Then I firmly believe you are the one who did the peeping.

duskenpath:

fanaticalqueergeek:

yotoob:

yotoob:

yotoob:

We’ve bought a new house. And our new next door neighbours (two delightful gentlemen) will not stop being nice. 

- bought us a seagull proof refuse bag (yes, they are actual things)

- loaned us garden tools when we didn’t have any

- invited us around for Friday night drinks so we could meet the other people on the lane

- one of them brought me a bunch of sweetpea flowers that he’d picked from his garden

- and tomorrow he’s coming to cut our hedge for us with his electric hedge trimmer thing idk, and all I have to do is hold the ladder.

Basically, I am UNSETTLED and am now having to enter into an arms race of niceness and I am already so behind oh god.

Long story short - I just baked a lemon drizzle cake, and it looks great but I can’t even eat it because MR AND MR NICE MUST RECEIVE AN OFFERING.

ABSOLUTE CRISIS I GAVE THEM THE LEMON DRIZZLE AND THEN THEY INVITED ME IN TO HAVE A SLICE AND A COFFEE WITH THEM AND GAVE ME A TOUR OF THEIR HOUSE AND LET ME HOLD THEIR PUPPY. AND THEN THEY CAME AROUND TO HELP ME BAG UP THE HEDGE CLIPPINGS. THESE MEN ARE NICENESS PROS AND I CANNOT WIN.

HELP WE HAD AN HOUR LONG POWER CUT ON THE STREET AND IN THAT TIME THE OTHER MR NICE CAME AROUND WITH MATCHES AND CANDLES ‘JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T HAVE ANY’. IT WAS BARELY DARK.

BASTARDS - I’M GOING TO HAVE TO HOST A DINNER PARTY AREN’T I?

The Gay Agenda, everyone. 

this is fucking i n c r e d i b l e

(via primarybufferpanel)