sometimes people talk about the fake language they need to use on applications and cover letters to seem interested in what is obviously mindless drudgery meanwhile im like “i am passionate about proper paperwork and data entry” and literally mean it. congrats to this king
But can a cis guy do THIS?
*drops pants. My dick just fucking flops onto the floor and bounces away*
once in high school i was walking down the hall at a brisk pace wearing dress pants and boxers and my (home made!! with nylon stockings + condoms + gak) packer just fell out of my leg and rolled down the hall a little ways and thankfully the only other person in that hall at that time was mr. hayes, the weird stoner english/philosophy teacher who rode his bike around the halls sometimes, and he literally just looked at me and said “i HATE when it does that” and walked away
DAENERYS APPRECIATION WEEK 2023
↳ Day 1: Favourite Chapter → AGOT, Daenerys X
When the fire died at last and the ground became cool enough to walk upon, Ser Jorah Mormont found her amidst the ashes, surrounded by blackened logs and bits of glowing ember and the burnt bones of man and woman and stallion. She was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away … yet she was unhurt.
The cream-and-gold dragon was suckling at her left breast, the green-and-bronze at the right. Her arms cradled them close. The black-and-scarlet beast was draped across her shoulders, its long sinuous neck coiled under her chin. When it saw Jorah, it raised its head and looked at him with eyes as red as coals.
Wordless, the knight fell to his knees. The men of her khas came up behind him. Jhogo was the first to lay his arakh at her feet. “Blood of my blood,” he murmured, pushing his face to the smoking earth.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
(via the100daily)