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IMA BE REAL WITCHU RIGHT NOW. WHERE IS ALL THE ***ADULT*** DOCTOR WHO SLASH. I AM FOR REAL RIGHT NOW. I AM SO LOST. IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE I SEARCHED FOR FIC AND ALL THE SHIT I KEEP FINDING IN MY ***USUAL*** SPOTS IS BABY BULLSHIT, LIKE THE DOCTOR AND RORY RUB DICKS AND THEN THEY COME, AMY BEATS OFF IN THE CORNER. LIKE WHO THE FUCK CARES ABT AMY, I JUST WANT SOME DOCTOR/RORY NASTINESS.

pushingcrazies:

I was trying to search for the deleted scene from “Hungry Earth,” and this came up instead.
Dying.
Dying.

pushingcrazies:

I was trying to search for the deleted scene from “Hungry Earth,” and this came up instead.

Dying.

Dying.

(Source: pushingspacies)

my friend died. not that we were besties foreversies or anything, but we were friends. close friends. i considered her like an older sister to me. she’s dead & i don’t get it. she died. these words make no sense to me. why the fuck does death have to be so horrifying, spinning you around so far you don’t know what direction you’re headed in, what’s up, what’s down. it’s terrible. she wasn’t sick, she didn’t get attacked, no car hit her while she was biking. she’s dead. just. dead. she died the day before last at night, who knows how, who wants to know how. but she’s dead. & she’ll never text me again, i’m still waiting for the SIKE!!!!! text she’ll send out to all of us, laughing at how sad we were & how she totally “got” us. all of us. even her mother. her poor fucking mother. jesus christ, no one should ever die. i want death outlawed, it’s crazy, i can’t be alone or in the dark, i’ve got to sleep with the lights on, afraid her ghost will pop up & tickle my feet or fart really loudly & stinkily on my head. i miss her. i’m sad she’s gone. i’m sorry i didn’t hang out with her beforehand, though if i would have told her yes, i will hang out with you tonight, how’s after seven work for you? i would have woken up to the same news thursday morning as i did this thursday morning. nothing would be different, i would just be horrified. death is horrifying. i hope i don’t have to deal with any more people dying. i don’t want to love people anymore if all they’ll fucking do is just die on me. don’t die. seriously. call these people 1-800-273-TALK they know what to do. just don’t die. please. for all the fuckin rest of us, do it for us! WE FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO PAST TENSE. PRESENT TENSE. FOREVER. I MISS YOU COCHINA69 you were too much for this world & now you’re booty poppin in the next <3 wish you were still here booty poppin with me though <3 i love you

When I first met with agents, they said, “Okay, you’re going to play plumbers and mechanics and bus drivers and farmers. Go.” And I was like, “Man… Fuck you. I can play anything, you son of a bitch!” My response to that was to get this three-quarter headshot—like, knees to head—with this huge foam latex cock about the size of my forearm and fist that I’d made for a play. I got a headshot taken with this thing hanging out of my fly and just looking defiantly at the camera. I sent it to everybody in town. [Laughs.] That was my response to being told I was gonna be playing bus drivers: “Oh yeah? Have you seen my dick?”

Nick Offerman

 

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HAWT DAWG

(Source: malibublonde, via litechoking)

designersof:

I don’t mind that you’re in my hair all the time. 
http://jess-the-potato.tumblr.com

designersof:

I don’t mind that you’re in my hair all the time. 

http://jess-the-potato.tumblr.com

(via elaina-very)

fuckyeahsexeducation:

TW: Rape
campaignofdistractions:

“The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.”

Holy hell, even just a simple urine pregnancy test is almost 40 dollars. And people think are medical system isn’t messed up.

fuck

fuckyeahsexeducation:

TW: Rape

campaignofdistractions:

The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.

Holy hell, even just a simple urine pregnancy test is almost 40 dollars. And people think are medical system isn’t messed up.

fuck

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IMA BE REAL WITCHU RIGHT NOW. WHERE IS ALL THE ***ADULT*** DOCTOR WHO SLASH. I AM FOR REAL RIGHT NOW. I AM SO LOST. IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE I SEARCHED FOR FIC AND ALL THE SHIT I KEEP FINDING IN MY ***USUAL*** SPOTS IS BABY BULLSHIT, LIKE THE DOCTOR AND RORY RUB DICKS AND THEN THEY COME, AMY BEATS OFF IN THE CORNER. LIKE WHO THE FUCK CARES ABT AMY, I JUST WANT SOME DOCTOR/RORY NASTINESS.

pushingcrazies:

I was trying to search for the deleted scene from “Hungry Earth,” and this came up instead.
Dying.
Dying.

pushingcrazies:

I was trying to search for the deleted scene from “Hungry Earth,” and this came up instead.

Dying.

Dying.

(Source: pushingspacies)

my friend died. not that we were besties foreversies or anything, but we were friends. close friends. i considered her like an older sister to me. she’s dead & i don’t get it. she died. these words make no sense to me. why the fuck does death have to be so horrifying, spinning you around so far you don’t know what direction you’re headed in, what’s up, what’s down. it’s terrible. she wasn’t sick, she didn’t get attacked, no car hit her while she was biking. she’s dead. just. dead. she died the day before last at night, who knows how, who wants to know how. but she’s dead. & she’ll never text me again, i’m still waiting for the SIKE!!!!! text she’ll send out to all of us, laughing at how sad we were & how she totally “got” us. all of us. even her mother. her poor fucking mother. jesus christ, no one should ever die. i want death outlawed, it’s crazy, i can’t be alone or in the dark, i’ve got to sleep with the lights on, afraid her ghost will pop up & tickle my feet or fart really loudly & stinkily on my head. i miss her. i’m sad she’s gone. i’m sorry i didn’t hang out with her beforehand, though if i would have told her yes, i will hang out with you tonight, how’s after seven work for you? i would have woken up to the same news thursday morning as i did this thursday morning. nothing would be different, i would just be horrified. death is horrifying. i hope i don’t have to deal with any more people dying. i don’t want to love people anymore if all they’ll fucking do is just die on me. don’t die. seriously. call these people 1-800-273-TALK they know what to do. just don’t die. please. for all the fuckin rest of us, do it for us! WE FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO PAST TENSE. PRESENT TENSE. FOREVER. I MISS YOU COCHINA69 you were too much for this world & now you’re booty poppin in the next <3 wish you were still here booty poppin with me though <3 i love you

When I first met with agents, they said, “Okay, you’re going to play plumbers and mechanics and bus drivers and farmers. Go.” And I was like, “Man… Fuck you. I can play anything, you son of a bitch!” My response to that was to get this three-quarter headshot—like, knees to head—with this huge foam latex cock about the size of my forearm and fist that I’d made for a play. I got a headshot taken with this thing hanging out of my fly and just looking defiantly at the camera. I sent it to everybody in town. [Laughs.] That was my response to being told I was gonna be playing bus drivers: “Oh yeah? Have you seen my dick?”

Nick Offerman

 

(via litechoking)

HAWT DAWG

(Source: malibublonde, via litechoking)

designersof:

I don’t mind that you’re in my hair all the time. 
http://jess-the-potato.tumblr.com

designersof:

I don’t mind that you’re in my hair all the time. 

http://jess-the-potato.tumblr.com

(via elaina-very)

(Source: bonerdonor, via litechoking)

fuckyeahsexeducation:

TW: Rape
campaignofdistractions:

“The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.”

Holy hell, even just a simple urine pregnancy test is almost 40 dollars. And people think are medical system isn’t messed up.

fuck

fuckyeahsexeducation:

TW: Rape

campaignofdistractions:

The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.

Holy hell, even just a simple urine pregnancy test is almost 40 dollars. And people think are medical system isn’t messed up.

fuck

(via slkjflkjwefjskljf-deactivated20)

(Source: cacty, via expertcosmotips)

"When I first met with agents, they said, “Okay, you’re going to play plumbers and mechanics and bus drivers and farmers. Go.” And I was like, “Man… Fuck you. I can play anything, you son of a bitch!” My response to that was to get this three-quarter headshot—like, knees to head—with this huge foam latex cock about the size of my forearm and fist that I’d made for a play. I got a headshot taken with this thing hanging out of my fly and just looking defiantly at the camera. I sent it to everybody in town. [Laughs.] That was my response to being told I was gonna be playing bus drivers: “Oh yeah? Have you seen my dick?”"

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