that awkward moment when I try to switch Niall and Ellen’s faces and they still look like themselves
stop reblogging this before ellen sees it and puts it on her fucking show
lets get it there
"There there, I’m sorry I scared you. *pats and kisses* you’re a good dog, good dog."
Woohoo! Super selfie 2014 Osca—- BENEDICT WHY
Why do I need feminism?
So people will stop posting and making shit like this. So people will stop degrading women just so they can have a few laughs.
If this doesn’t make you mad and make you disgusted then I honestly don’t know what will.
That 30% of women one pissed me off so much. I hate pictures like this.
comic © me
satan © himself
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Reblogging this for the people who always have those AMAZING ides at night, but finding a pen and paper is WAY too much hassle to bother with, I’ll just remember it in the morning…….damn.
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“What,” he grumbles without opening his eyes.
“Beard. It’s red,” her voice is thick with sleep and he can feel her nails scratch lightly at his cheek and chin.
“Mmm,” the words aren’t sinking in, but he agrees. It’s usually best to just agree.
The mattress moves as she turns further into him, and he groans at the disturbance.
He feels her swing her leg lazily over his hip, and he’s not complaining. Though, he would like to note it is rather early in the morning, and they do have to get Henry to school at an unreasonable hour.
“It’s just,” her lips are now brushing his stubble with every open and close of her mouth, “I’ve never noticed before.”
He runs his hand from the curve of her backside down into the slope of her lower back and up along the gentle rise of her side. His eyes still pressed shut, he can see her even without looking at her.
“Well,” his own voice is rough – from sleep and now the added arousal of her teasing nips at the auburn hair at the corner of his jaw, the indentation above his upper lip. “It bears some thorough inspection, I should think.”
Her hand pushes back the hair stuck to his forehead, an open mouthed kiss is dropped on the underside of his chin where his beard fades. “I should think so, too, Redbeard.”
The growl he gives this time is louder, “What did I say about talking about other pirates while in bed with me, love?”
He can feel her smirk against his jaw, bloody infuriating woman, and her exploring fingers wander from his beard down his chest, continuing further and further. “Aye, aye, Captain Ginger.”
Omg I can’t stop laughing.