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(via so-relatable)
I have an odd obsession with monologues and quotes and kittens and I'm just waiting for the day I can flee to London. So I guess I'm just like millions of other disenchanted teenage girls who assure themselves they are destined for something better than life in stale, dreary Melbourne.
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The Maniacal Monotone
The Maniacal Monotone
“That’s why I was always taking pictures, pictures
Cause I didn’t wanna miss a thing, miss a thing
Tell me how could you take the pictures, pictures
When you knew they were all that I had left - nothing left
They were part of our history, this story”
— Frank Ocean
Okay, here’s the thing - why would Naboo even suggest getting something like that for Howard at this moment in time?? Unless he sensed the sexual tension between Howard and Vince and was trying to move things along…
Conclusion: Naboo is a Howince shipper.
“I don’t hate you, that’s the awful part of it. I love you, but what does that say about what I think of me?”
— Glee
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
There are so many things that kill me about this video every time I see it, without fail.
- the deadpan, completely apathetic look on the kid’s face - the entire time, not just while he was touching his weiner, which is fucked up enough
- the soft, acoustic music playing in the background, like little Ricky went through the trouble to put on his Iron & Wine CD before laying in bed fully-clothed and jerking it
- his mom’s mechanized, monotone reaction, like she’d memorized that speech from his third birthday onward and went into his room every day with the expectation of finding her creepy son with the dead face jerking off in his bed
OH MY GOD FINALLY FOUND THIS VIDEO…………
make love not war
omg
he has a LOCK on his door! WHY DIDNT HE USE IT?!
Oh my god I can’t stop laughing
I CAN’T
HELP ME
(Source: kumkardashian, via queercakes)
Great fanfiction
Howard froze, suddenly aware how close Vince was standing.
“From the party,” Vince explained, as if he could have gotten mistletoe in his hair anywhere else. His mind was a rush of mixed up thoughts, but Howard’s own brain was overloading too much to decipher any of it. He grinned impishly and lifted the mistletoe above his head. “You’re s’posed to kiss under it,” he said quietly.
“I know,” Howard said without thinking.
Vince just stared. He shuffled his feet and shifted his weight, and somehow ended up even closer, until Howard could feel the warmth of him.
His breath smelled of sugary alcopops and his clothes smelled like smoke, and it should have been disgusting, Howard should have been disgusted at being close enough to know that, but it wasn’t, and he wasn’t. It should all have been disgusting – he could see Vince’s pores, his crumbly mascara, the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, every imperfection, he should have been disgusting, but it wasn’t, and he wasn’t.
Both their minds were racing too fast to follow. Howard couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, and all he was getting from Vince was this desperate, aching, hungry sensation he didn’t understand.
Without his consent, he felt his weight shift as if to move, saw Vince’s gaze drop to his mouth.
And then-
Don’t, Vince thought. Don’t do it. He’ll freak out, he’ll hate you, he’ll leave you alone. Don’t.
And Howard listened.
(Source: booshslashhaven.livejournal.com)
If Quinn had a substantial part on Glee
| Quinn: | Ok, I had a plastic surgery after being bullied for being ugly. I transferred schools and was written as a bitch because I'm pretty and pretty girls are bitches. I dated the quarterback, who's an idiot, and cheated on him with his best friends, who's also an idiot and I had sex with him, despite the fact that I didn't want to have sex before marriage and I was inebriated. |
| Quinn: | And then I fell pregnant, was kicked out by my parents and later by my boyfriend. Then the baby daddy told me he could never be faithful to me but expected me to settle for him anyways. |
| Quinn: | I gave up my baby and no one ever got to see how traumatized I was because of that until a year later when I dyed my hair pink, got an ugly tattoo and started smoking. |
| Quinn: | And the entire time I keep saying I don't want a boyfriend, because I'd rather be independent, but I still somehow get involved in the most obnoxious love stories the world has ever seen. And I never seem to have a say in what happens to me. |
| Quinn: | I'm used as a plot device for Will's failed marriage, for Finn's relationship to Rachel, for Puck's relationship to his father and for Lauren's insecurities about her looks. |
| Quinn: | I'm publicly humiliated right before prom, although winning prom queen was everything I ever wanted. |
| Quinn: | And then I get into Yale and finally am able to say goodbye to all the boy drama, but again it only serves as a plot device for Rachel's relationship to Finn and I'm hit by a truck just to delay the marriage. |
| Quinn: | Of course my being in a wheelchair is not about me, either, because there's Joe who's new to life and needs to hook up with someone. Nevermind that he's a sophomore and I'm leaving to Yale in a few months. No, let's talk about his boner. |
| Quinn: | And let's talk about how Artie feels about me being in a wheelchair. That's what people are interested in. |
| Quinn: | And where the fuck is Shelby? |
| Quinn: | Fuck this shit. I'm outta here. |
| Quinn: | RACHEL! |
| Quinn: | RACHEL!!!! |
| Rachel: | Yes, Quinn? |
| Quinn: | I hate this show. We're leaving. |
| Rachel: | But Finn... |
| Quinn: | WE'RE LEAVING NOW! |
| Rachel: | ... |
| Rachel: | ... |
| Rachel: | I believe I haven't told you how pretty you are in a while. |
