The disasters, the droughts, the storms, the fires, the encroaching seas that swallowed up so much of the land, the brutal war for what little sustenance remained. The result was Panem, a shining Capitol ringed by thirteen districts, which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens. Then came the Dark Days, the uprising of the districts against the Capitol. Twelve were defeated, the thirteenth obliterated. The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it gave us the Hunger Games.
Sometimes I feel like no one remembers that Panem was the result of CLIMATE CHANGE, not the apocalypse….
“We’re so bad at sex and then we wonder why women aren’t like, really aggressive about sex. We think it’s cause they don’t have as much desire as we do. That’s how stupid men are, that we think ‘they’re just weird, women are like fucked up in the head cause they don’t wanna just fuck all the time. If I was a women, I’d just fuck everybody. Why don’t they wanna fuck all the time? I do’. Of course you do, cause when you fuck, you get to fuck a woman! When she fucks, she has to fuck a guy! Wildly different experiences. For a man, 100% of the time, it’s the greatest thing that ever happened in his entire life. For a woman, about 40% of the time, when she’s being fucked by a guy, she’s thinking ‘I’ll get over this in a week. It’s not the worst thing. I’m not gonna cry this time’
“Another thing that proves how bad men are at sex is that after sex, you’re looking at two very different people. The man just wants to lay there, be cool and the woman wants to cuddle…’Why is she so NEEDY?’ She’s not needy you idiot, she’s horny, because you did nothing for her. YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. HER PUSSY IS ON FIRE BECAUSE IT’S GONE UNFUCKED COMPLETELY. Of course you’re fine, you climbed on and went “KFHGSKG” and rolled off. And she’s on you because she’s like ‘WH-at SOMETHING ELSE HAS TO HAPPEN, THIS IS BULLSHIT!!” If you fuck a woman well, she will LEAVE YOU ALONE. ‘Thanks a lot buddy, zzzzz’”
posts about the 50th that confirms the Doctor Who fandom has finally lost it
No, we just have a sense of humor
And the answer came back in a single sentence:
Because of you, Saturday, November 23, 2013, The Day of The Doctor, was…
Sometimes, especially as the years tick by with no sign of Arthur’s return, Merlin takes a boat out onto the lake. He waits until he reaches the middle before he dips a hand below the calm surface. Instantly the water rushes up to meet him, and his shirt sleeve is soaking wet in a matter of minutes.
But he doesn’t care. He lowers his arm more and more, until it’s nearly up to his shoulder. Until his fingers start to go numb from the biting cold. Until it’s as far in as he can go without toppling entirely out of the boat.
(He knows that last one from past experience.)
And then he prays that maybe—just maybe—this will be the day that Arthur will be reaching for him too.
Well thank you for the tears.