Sophia Bush is a true American hero.

Can Sophia run for president??

to all my lgbt+ followers: i love you. 

so on one hand we have a Muslim father who is apologizing for the crimes of his son against LGBT people and saying how his son’s actions were motivated by hatred and wants to “apologize for the entire thing.”

And on the other hand we have the white Stanford rapist’s dad who is telling the world to feel bad for his son because he just wanted 20 minutes of action and now he can’t eat steak like he used to. 

….but tell me again you racist pieces of shit about how it’s Islam that’s the anti-feminist, misogynistic religion.

Well, here it goes.

There’s this rp called willcoxrpg. I was apart of this RP for 3 years, about. Maybe a little more. I made some amazing friends there, but there came a time when it literally gave me anxiety to be on the dash.

Some shit was going on in the outside world, and I attempted suicide. I made a post on my rp account. Luckily, I am still alive. I was impulsive, and not thinking. I get it. I checked myself into a hospital, and then stayed there for 5 days, just to make sure my meds were all good (it was a medical imbalance). Some people on the rp caught my post before I deleted it, and so one of my great friends in the rp kept them updated.

I came back, and my anxiety from the rp was still there. I talked to an admin about dropping 2 of my 3 charas, and then keeping one, Elliot. Elliot had basically been a part of the rp for over a year, with a 2 month break. He’s my baby, completely and utterly my baby. He’s had a rough life, but it’s nothing like my own.

I asked for him to be retired; they denied. Heartbroken, I said I’d stay— with just him. But I couldn’t do it, so I asked to leave.

Another chara’s fc got retired about a week to two weeks (if I remember correctly) after mine. I couldn’t believe it. The character had also been in the rp for about a year, if not a little more. They were different than my character, completely so. I don’t know what happened in that case, but I was mad. Someone sent this anon question (no, it wasn’t me. I can show you my outbox, it wasn’t me).

They basically said my character wasn’t important. Over text with an admin, they said that my character didn’t have enough connection to warrant to retire his faceclaim. Which is probably one of the most upsetting things I’ve ever heard. They said he had “awkward” encounters, and like 3 close people. He had more than 3 people on his side. I can list them if you’d like, but I don’t want to drag any names into it.

And then, they singled me out with my face claims in this post. 

I played both a Harry Styles and a Dylan O’Brien, but only asked for Dylan to be retired. After a month or so, I sent a message asking if I could return.

First off, the admin compared my mental illness to hers, which is uncool, dude. I have bipolar and anxiety, and I’m sorry you’re suffering too. But don’t compare mine to yours; this isn’t a battle of who has it worse. Also, there shouldn’t have to be a line for friendship in an rp; I have met amazing, superb people in that rp. I have been in role-plays where admins cared deeply about all their players, and have listened to what the rp needed, and what the players needed too.

Secondly, despite what they said, they didn’t do what they said they were going to do. They said that the member could return—publicly— but basically told me that I couldn’t. They singled out my characters fcs. They told me that I deserved a second chance, but only with a “happy” and “exciting” character.

As if my characters couldn’t be that. I explained what I wanted with Elliot— for him to have gone to a residential treatment center, and for him to be able to cope with his anxieties. He had been molested and sexually abused by his babysitter for 5 years; it was a plot that needed to be done. They still denied.

After saying I could come back.

Now, a character who’s fc had been retired, and the character bio and all that, had a “special acceptance”.

I never got the chance to even be accepted as a character I had played for over a year, and rebooted once. I still haven’t played him again. I have wanted to, but this rp was where he thrived and lived. I don’t want to have him in another place; this rp was his home.

It sucks basically hearing as a player you aren’t important enough to have a fc retired, or to come back. It showed me that I wasn’t valued enough as a player. It showed that my character wasn’t important enough to the rp.

I’m sorry for this rant, but this is something I needed to get off my chest. The end.

me: i’m stressed

someone: don’t be stressed

me: 

How to be America’s Next Top Bottom

Get ready for dis wisdom

1.) Put a fucking pillow under your ass. Raise that hole up. A butt hole isn’t a vagina, you gotta help that dick reach it.

2.) Missionary is your friend. Start on your back and then you can be adventurous and do dick cartwheels or whatever crazy karma sutra shit you wanna try.

3.) Distraction is fucking key. If you’re not ready to go full throttle dick plunge make your man be sneaky. Lick his ear, have him twist your titties. Idk wharever you’re into but FORGET about a sausage slamming into twizzler hole and let the gates open up by themselves.

4.) Dry dicks = rug burn inside your ass. wetter is better

5.) For fucks sakes take a giant shit before you get into bed. I don’t care how much you don’t think you’ll poop on his dick. You’re gonna poop on that dick. Porn is a lie.

6.) Once the dick is in, don’t feel like you gotta be fancy. Your butt hole isn’t Pink Floyd. It doesn’t need a light show. You can’t start out with all these magic tricks or your butt hole will GIVE UP. It can NOT sustain 30 minutes of pile driving while also doing kegels. RELAX YOUR FUCKING BUTT HOLE

7.) So you’re doing gr8. The dick is in. The poop is absent. Your butt hole isn’t trying to be a fucking gymnast. It’s time for the party tricks: 

- Sit on the dick WITH him also sitting up straight. Don’t let that fucker lay down. This is BUSINESS. When you are sitting ontop of him, you have complete control. Squeeze your entire body and push yourself UP AND AGAINST boy whose dick is inside of you. It is important that you push yourself up AND AGAINST said boy or his dick is gonna knock that spot that makes you wanna end it all. I don’t care what Harry Potter fan fic you read, a prostate isn’t a fucking clitoris. You can’t just bang that shit head on and expect to feel like your jizzing. It’s called a PROstate because you gotta leave that shit to the professionals. 

- Try doggy style while pushing back when he pushes forward. It makes him think you’re enjoying his dick ripping your beautiful ass hole into a gaping black hole. Also, squeeze like a mother fucker when pulling off the dick. Push back, squeeze forward. Got it? Great

8.) Okay so you’ve tried out some weird shit, you’re getting close to him popping his load. DON’T get fancy here. You had your chance, the time has past. It’s time to stay fucking put and squeeze that asshole until he is done. You don’t have all fucking day. You’re a busy bitch. Hurry that bitch up. 

9.) Don’t let that fucker cum in your asshole unless you are prepared to shit it out. NOBODY TELLS YOU WHAT SEMEN DIARRHEA IS GONNA BE LIKE. IT’S LOUD AND FULL OF PAIN. Tops are demons, don’t let them sin inside you.

CONGRATS you are 1 step closer to being America’s Next Top Bottom. Go take a nice long shit you slut, you deserve it 

OH MY GOD

I just made the FOULEST noises. I should not have read this at the gym.

Tops are demons, don’t let them sin inside you

And this is why I LOVE the absolute fantasy that is fanfiction gay sex. 

This is why I WRITE the absolute fantasy that is fanfiction gay sex.

I’m reblogging purely for the phrase “dick cartwheels”.

I just have such a profound need for best friend to lover AUs when both sides think there is no chance of anything ever happening.

Sharing beds together since they were little kids and never really growing out of that habit even though it now hurts to be that close to each other, knowing it will never be anything more than platonic cuddling. 

Each of them being that one person the other goes to to feel better when they’ve had a shit day or date. Bonus if it’s 3am and they spend all night talking.

Neither of them realising how much they act like they are dating/married and getting super flustered or sad when someone asks how long they’ve been together because do you have to remind me of this painful unrequited torment I die a little more of with every passing second?

How much they make each other smile when one of them walks into a room. 

Drunk kissing.

Practice kissing.

Going as each other’s dates to everything because it’s “convenient”. 

Wearing each other’s pyjamas when staying over somehow becoming more arousing than if the other person was naked. 

Having inside jokes and finishing each other’s sentences as casual as anything. 

Knowing random medical shit about each other. Bonus if one of them takes an allergic reaction to something and the other one just pulls out some random ass medicine like they carry it around all the time- spoiler: they do- just in case of this exact eventuality. 

The heart break of seeing each other with other people but doing their best to see it through with grin and with as much encouragement as they can muster. 

Staring a little too long at each other. 

The awkward moment when they reach the age they said they would marry each other if they were still single.

Getting fake married as kids and family members always reminding them about it , maybe going as far as to put on the video of the fake ceremony and giving them knowing looks.  

Something happening- a kiss, sleeping together- and getting into an argument about it, scared this is it, this is the end, that they’ve fucked up and just wishing they could talk to each other about it, to their best friend. 

Having the best black mail material on each other but ready to pounce on anyone else who so much as dares try black mail their BFF. 

Having a song. Having a whole playlist. 

Laughing the first time they have sex. 

Already having seen each other at their very worst.

Getting to say cheesy things like, “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend” or “I know I’m marrying you but…do you think I could still be in charge of your send off party? I’ve been planning this night for ten years and I will not have someone else mess those plans up.” 

Even after years of being together, still being in awe of the fact they get to have the one person they thought they’d never get. The person they helped ask other people out. The person they used to give the “you deserve someone who loves you for you” speech to. The person they used to look at and wonder why does it have to be you? The person they look at now and think it could never have been anyone else. 

I’m gonna make myself feel old, but reblog with your high school graduating class

Class of 2007.

and you decided that purple just wasn’t for you

don’t u hate it when u wake up and ur awake

(via joellewritcs)

Sameee

Thanks for ruining my day

please help i feel stupid

I finally got it