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hoebutmadefashion:

popliteal:

Today I learned that in Greek Mythology there were a group of gods who were commonly associated with Aphrodite and basically they were angels except gay and would put homoerotic thoughts into people’s heads and just cause chaos and trouble in their free time. They were called the Erotes and the most famous from the group is Himeros, son of Aphrodite, and God of Sexual Desire.

lay back… and feast as this audio guides you through new and exciting positions 

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

Can tell Merry & Pippin apart, of course they can, what kind of question is that: Frodo, Sam

Could not initially tell Merry & Pippin apart but made an effort to learn their names & can now tell them apart: Aragorn, Boromir

Try as he might cannot consistently tell Merry & Pippin apart: Gimli

Can absolutely tell Merry & Pippin apart but pretends not to be able to: Gandalf

Cannot tell Merry & Pippin apart and not even trying: Legolas

where do merry and pippin fall on this spectrum

What do you mean you can’t tell us apart, I’m much taller??: Merry

“I’m Merry”: Pippin

softbutchnaruto:

hope-arc:

reiner-totally-isnt-a-titan:

twogami:

its been less than half an hour and people are already complaining about three “female” characters in being released a row. there’s 12 male heroes. with the new hero there is 11 female heroes. we haven’t even reached an equal amount and yet somehow this is an assault on masculinity ???

while i agree with you your math is off, discounting robots the male characters are genji, mccree, s76, reaper, hanzo, junkrat, torb, roadhog, rein, winstons a gorilla so he half counts, and lucio. Thats 11 but you can count zen if you want to so 12 max. For female characters theres tracer, pharah, sombra, widow, mei, zarya, dva, (efi) orisa, ana, mercy, sym. thats 11. The cast is equal now from an organic pov.

“Your math is off” *produces the exact same numbers*

dwergaz:

dwergaz:

My longhouse is perfectly constructed. Every morning when I wake up in bed at the far end of my longhouse, I say my syllable. Then I spend all day sitting in bed. By sunset my syllable has traveled to the other end of my longhouse and back, and as it smacks me in the head, I fall asleep. My longhouse is perfectly constructed.