On Friday's I try to post fanvideos and at any given point if you asked me nicely I'll write you porn in any of the following ships:
Wincestiel, Sabriel, Sam/Dean/Cas/Gabriel,Sevin,Sterek
Just leave me a ship and a kink and I'll see what I can do!
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when girls sneeze theyre vaginas clench up so now every time a girl sneezes im like i know what ur vagina just did
once i started coughing while i was having sex and my boyfriend was like, “WOAH WTF”
I didn’t even know my own vagina did that
When a girl sneezes while on her period, the first plague strikes and the bloody Nile appears in her underwear.
reblogging for above comment.
Anonymous said: sterek being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU. my soul needs this
20132015 we had sex in a broken down car wash. can check off steamy hand prints on a window from the bucket list. FUCK YEAH.
Stiles kept a log of everything. The camp stopped counting days, calendars were useless, phones had no signal, time was measured purely in trips in and out of the gate. Footfall, heads at tables, mouths being fed, those were what mattered to the Sheriff, to everyone in charge. It didn’t make a difference if it was a Tuesday or a Thursday.
But, Stiles needed something to commemorate the day, to have it written down, and Derek found a journal on one of their scouting trips, brought it back and tossed it on the bed.
"To stop you scraping damn notches on the bed post," he’d remarked.
Stiles had laughed, smirked at him even as his eyes were fond and filled with gratitude, “Everyone else thinks they’re for something else.”
"They must think we have a great deal of stamina," Derek had replied, dropping down on the lumpy mattress.
Stiles had hummed, run dirty but gentle fingers through Derek’s hair, “Or, that we’re desperate and frantic at the end of the world.”
"Is that why you kissed me last year, then?"
"Nope, I would have done that eventually; I’ve always been desperate about you, obviously."
"Obviously," Derek had repeated drily, buried his face in Stiles’ thigh, listened to him write something on the first page, his heartbeat fill the room.
Fencing is not proper behavior for a princess,” [the king] told her in the gentle-but-firm tone recommended by the court philosopher.
Cimorene tilted her head to one side. “Why not?”
“It’s … well, it’s simply not done.”
Cimorene considered. “Aren’t I a princess?”
“Yes, of course you are, my dear,” said her father with relief. He had been bracing himself for a storm of tears, which was the way his other daughters reacted to reprimands.
“Well, I fence,” Cimorene said with the air of one delivering an unshakable argument. “So it is too done by a princess.”
btw you dont owe your boyfriend sex, he is not entitled to your pussy
if you tired, in a bad mood, had a long day and just wanna go to sleep but hes horny
who cares… he got a hand tell him to go use it and go to sleep.. his desires dont triumph yours
if he’s more concerned /w getting his dick wet than how youre feeling. pls leave him and get a man who isnt a pissbaby
show creator: i know what you are
bi character: say it. out loud.
show creator: ...not interested in labels