mymodernmet:

French photographer Florian Beaudenon's series Instant Life offers a voyeuristic peek into the homes and lives of different men, women, and families, inviting viewers to inspect their belongings and behaviors from a bird’s-eye view.

“Marry someone who accepts you and your gay porn.”

– My older sister with boyfriend issues (via thelifeofyaoi)

ikimaru:

they’re fighting over who gets to use the kiddie pool next

bleep0bleep:

villainette:

What do you mean there was never a plot arc where Boyd got some answers, Erica got to tear shit up, and Danny got to use his talents? 

 (via ereborne

theterry:

japhers:

folwer:

but its important

IM SORRY BUT IM DYING THEY LOOK LIKE A BOY BAND

Their Song List

I couldn’t help it. Phrases make the best song titles.

(Also 100% shipping Tulip with Cactus. I don’t even know why, I must.)

lostconner:

"play with my Spock"

rrrowr:

He’s sitting in a car with a beautiful boy — that’s how the poem starts. Peter remembers it. He’s sitting in a car with a beautiful boy, and Peter knows that he’s done something terrible. Worse than robbing a liquor store and worse yet still planned, and every second that he waits yawns like an ache under his skin. 

He’s sitting in a car with a beautiful boy and it’s not about love. It’s about wanting something as cleverly aggressive as himself, as hollowed out on the inside, and with skin that is smooth and perfect to the touch. Peter isn’t tired and he isn’t waiting for Stiles to touch him. He sits next to that beautiful boy and he slides his palm over the heavy muscle of his thigh. Peter touches him for the sake of touching him — for the feel of all that solid body, for that faint tremble, for the sweet hitch in his breath as Peter’s hand moves higher.

Stiles covers Peter’s hand and holds it tight, keeping it from going further. His heart sounds like thunder, and his blood, like the roar of waves. Peter wants to hear him scream, and Stiles says nothing. His heart speaks for him — (“Pull over,” Peter says.) — pounding with a steady desire that matches Peter’s.

itsstuckyinmyhead:

The Ladies of Tumblr photoset