roachpatrol:

elfangorwasprettyrad:

danguy96:

superman–thanksforasking:

Tumblr: Not every story needs a romance plot!

Also Tumblr: *adds a gay romance plot to every story*

Tumblr: It’s okay when we do it, because it appeals to our fetishes, even if we say it’s “because progressiveness!”

to be fair a lot of hetero romance feels forced as fuck, and if it wasnt literally everywhere i wouldnt have an issue with it. dont really watch movies  but seeing actually healthy gay relationships is rare the times i do watch tv

a lot of women: we’re really tired of constantly seeing trite heteronormative bullshit romances shoehorned in to every piece of media, no matter how flat the female character or unappealing the male character, that never lets us forget our place as sexual accessories to men. also, a whole bunch of us are queer. also queer men are here too. 

a lot of women: so we’re going to write our own romances that are actually hot and appealing as well as useful for exploring— or escaping— the various traumas and kinks we’ve picked up around living in a world that sees us as sexual accessories. relationships based on equality and friendship, or relationships that specifically foreground inequality and exploitation, are really hot and fun to examine in the context of a couple hundred thousand words of hardcore gay smut— 

inevitable dudes: but this makes us uncomfortable! because you’re sexual accessories, your involvement with sex should be as a passive receiver, a subject, not an active agent, let alone a creator or an instigator. we’re going to make fun of you now until you stop. 

a lot of women: it turns out that once you read a couple hundred thousand words of hardcore gay smut you get a lot harder to shame. 

frijae:

Q is barely starting on his first mug of tea when James wanders out of the bedroom, hair sticking up at odd angles from sleep. “That’s tea in there,” he warns James when the latter goes to pick up the pot on the table and James almost physically backs away from it, scowling the whole time. Q’s apartment means Q’s rules of course, which in turn means that there will be no coffee within the immediate vicinity.

“There’s juice in the fridge, but you might want to check the expiration date before you get that,” Q continues on as he turns back towards the screen of his tablet and there’s the sound of James wrenching the fridge door open, apparently more than ready to take his chances with week-old orange juice.

 "You would imagine–" James mutters as he pours himself a glass of juice and sits down across Q, “–that when the British Empire chose to collapse over a beverage, they could have chosen one that didn’t taste like watered down mud.”

“Only to your plebeian taste buds,” Q retorts calmly. Swipes his finger across the screen and makes a face at the developments in Southeast Asia as he takes another sip of Earl Grey. “What will it be next, James? Insulting the queen? Murdering her corgis, perhaps?”

There is an almost undignified snort from James’ end of the table. “After you’ve been around them, you won’t be so adverse to that last suggestion.”

Q can’t help but smirk into his mug. The act of making sure that every other field agent had been unavailable to accompany the queen to the Games is still, quite frankly, one of the most brilliant moves Q has ever seen throughout his entire tenure with MI6, even if James begs to differ.

“I was picking dog-hair off my trouser legs during the entire opening ceremony,” James continues on darkly and Q tries to school his expression into something a bit more appropriate, if not sympathetic. “And don’t even pretend that you don’t know what happened to the pair of John Lobbs I was wearing that night.”

(Source: https://player.vimeo.com/)

heresgrimsy:

i know the rest of you elsewhere can just jump from halloween right into ya winter holiday spirit but here in the UK we gotta burn a guy first

And in the US we really gotta roast a bird…and enjoy some falling leaves for just one goddamned minute.