My name is Ben
I'm too old to know everything.
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
More like, Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wig. See what I did there?
author: she didn't want to eat dinner because she doesn't like chicken noodle soup
english teacher: even though it doesn't say it, we can infer that 17 years ago she encountered an attack from chickens while on a trip to africa visiting her great aunt who was dying from pneumonia which she got from chickens that were being harvested for the great feast
tumblr: lol fukin stupid teacher
tumblr: do you see this? do you see that blink? that fucking blink. it shows how much pain he has inside of him. look at him. all he wants is his father to love him. look at the tears that he is holding back. he's never been the favorite son, he always knew that he didn't belong. this is the fucking blink that makes me love loki. he's not a villain. he's just a scared, lonely child.
I’ve seen it happen.
The series would have a much happier ending.
Someone named their trainer “Blow me.” Apparently you aren’t one of Sycamore’s pupils…?
There it is. I’ve been waiting for the Tumblr social justice squad to get on this song for years.
It was a song from the 40s. It was common in the 40s for women, especially, to play hard to get because they didn’t want to be ostracized from society for being easy or loose because they went on a date.
^Dis bitch knows what’s up. It’s not all magical chances. If your parents eyes are brown and your grandparents eyes are brown and everyone in your family prior to your grandparents eyes were brown, then, sorry, Charlie, but you ain’t getting green or blue eyes. You’re stuck with brown. If you do have green or blue eyes, I have some news for you.
Well, Disney/DreamWorks crossover fandom, what’chu gonna do now? Anna and/or Elsa’s gonna fuck all this shit up.