A gender-swapped rendition of the Cell Block Tango  (by TwistedBroadway). A stunning piece of musical theatre and dramatic performance. 

dizzzymi:

The lemon and the toothpaste’s implications had me laughing hysterically.

bluejaybirdie:

wicked-grin:

love-and-radiation:

What the fuck, Superman.

this is the funniest thing i’ve ever seen

superman what

Superman - contributing to global warming one smoke screen at a time.

talathewolfgirl:

adriofthedead:

couriereight:

This is quite accurate of my habits, yes.

I call everyone “dude” ahaha

Or Guy. What’s bad is when you’re at work and you have a group of chicks and you’re like “Anything else I can get you guys?” 

In highschool, I would always tell my mom that I was just going to be hanging with the usual ‘guys’. I went to an all girls highschool - all of my friends were girls. A friend of mine still does this. She calls everyone ‘bro’.

c3mp:

co-op is fun and hellish at the same time. I have had many a tear filled laugh-fest at my buddies expense.

Of late I feel as if I turn into a man every summer and a woman every winter. The past week has been a winter wonderland of descending temperatures, and I have been celebrating with layering clothing and wearing a lot of dresses. Today’s temperature was supposed to be 26. I hadn’t worn my binder in a while, so I thought to myself, “What the hell”, and pulled it from my closet. Later this morning, I walked upstairs to talk to my mom about the bus I was going to catch. Half way through the conversation she exclaimed: “Your chest is completely flat! Are you wearing something to make it that flat?”

Needless to say, I was flabbergasted. I have worn the binder before in front of her, and she never noticed, I don’t know what made this morning any different. 
“Yes,” I said, nervously smiling, “I am wearing something to make it flat.”
She tugged my shirt up to reveal the binder, pausing when she saw it.
“It actually gives me much better support,” I mumble. At this point I had no idea what to say, although I was encouraged that she wasn’t screaming at me. My Mom asked other questions, like how much it cost and how I snuck it into the house without her knowing. 

“I don’t like it,” she says, “I don’t like the way it looks. You are completely flat chested.” I give a half shrug.
“It gives me confidence sometimes. I don’t know…I’m still figuring everything out.”

The conversation ended with her usual lines about how she wishes I would confide more in her. And how she doesn’t like being the last to know, or being blindsided by something. 
All in all, I say it wen’t a lot better than I ever would have expected. Plus she said that my chest was completely flat, which means I could probably pass more than I think I do.  I don’t think I look completely flat in my binder - but then again, I am focusing on one area in particular. Other people, who are not going to be staring at a certain part of my chest, may see it as being flat. 

Wand: 9 1/2 inches, Hawthorn, dragon core, slightly springy.

House: Ravenclaw!

nothing-rhymes-with-ianto:

Jayne is perpetually 12 years old and I love him.

mr-owls:

OTP of OTPs.

jimmyjamawalk:

winner faces robert goulet.

GOULET!

everythingisfandomandithurts:

shercockled:

May the odds be ever in your favor. 
Notes

I would watch the fuck out of this, and it would break my heart.