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Tumblr: #this fucking donut #can we talk about this fucking donut for a minute #can we #because on this donut #the sprinkles just comfortably melt into the icing #you can tell that they are so perfectly in tune with each other #and they’ve come so far from when the sprinkles just sort of sat on top #barely touching for fear of rejection #just ugh I can’t #otp: comfortably melting
4chan: here’s a picture of someone putting their dick in a donut.
reddit: that donut needs to go back into the kitchen and make me a sandwich.
academia.edu: Here is a pdf of the seminar paper I wrote about the erotics/poetics/semiotics/science of donut eating.
deviantArt:I did not steal this donut. I traced it so now it’s mine.
It got better
Fanfic.net: The donut is the setting for a high school AU, were two sprinkles meet and realise they have more in common than they ever thought possible, however, the mean chocolate sauce has caught wind of their secret relationship. Will they be able to make it together before it’s too late? M for a lemon flavoured donut.
This has officially become one of my favorite posts.
I JUST REBLOGGED BUT FANFIC MADE IT PERFECT
Always reblog because perfection.
M FOR A LEMON FLAVOURED DONUT
when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground in return
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell.
by rights this shouldn’t even be a gif but
dave control your porny-ness, please.
A nice bit of #HairPorn for the world on #TennantTuesday ~ ENJOY!
He turns the ring over in his fingers. He’s had it for months, moving it from pocket to pocket as he tries to find a way to say the words that go along with offering it to her. He’s spent over 900 years barreling into situations, diving into shallow pools head first, leaping before he looks, buying before he tries, but somehow asking Rose Tyler to marry him has tied him in knots — he stops before he manages to talk himself out of it yet again. Today’s the day. He loves her. He’s loved her since he was a mad man in a leather jacket with only the TARDIS for company. The right words will come to him when it’s time.
Rose is still in their room getting ready to leave. An early dinner, followed by dancing, and then maybe dancing to celebrate once they get home, his ring on her finger.
"I’m beginning to think you’re never going to give me that ring."
He looks up, sees her where she’s standing at their bedroom door, a sly smile on her face. She’s wearing a blue dress. It’s new, he remembers when she bought it weeks ago, and - he realizes much too late - it’s exactly the same shade as the sapphire in his hands, the closest thing to TARDIS blue he could find at any jeweler’s.
She crosses the room, closing his gaping mouth with one finger. “It’s pretty,” she says looking down at the oval cut sapphire that’s bordered by a diamond on either side.
"Rose, I —" he stops, swallows hard. Finally understands the root of his reluctance. "It’s not enough. After everything you’ve done for me you deserve —"
"I think I should be the judge of that, yeah?" Her eyes are softly teasing.
He looks down at the ring deliberately, looks back at her. “Well, you haven’t exactly said yes.”
"You haven’t exactly asked me yet…. or maybe you have: ‘Did I mention it also travels in time?’ ‘I’d love you to come.’ 'How long are you going to stay with me?' 'I could spend it with you,'” she quotes then gives him a moment for those words to sink in. “But I never did say ‘yes,’ did I?”
He feels so stupid. Months he’s been suffering how to ask her, but she’d given him her answer years ago. Suddenly the words seem almost superfluous. “Marry me, Rose Tyler.”
Her eyes fill with tears, but he barely has a chance to register that before she throws her arms around his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.” She squeezes him tightly then seeks his lips with her own, breaking the kiss a moment later with a tiny Oh!
Rose straightens, dashes the tears from her face then looks at him steadily. “Yes.”
Doctor Lance Sweets and the Mystery of “Why Am I Friends With A Bunch of Cissexist Buffoons” (4x07 and 4x23)
#Saying it because no one else will #where the HELL is nine at times like these?
"Takin’ care of business while these two clowns pull out a ruler"
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