damn son vaginas get itchy too and u don’t see us shoving our hands down our pants it’s called self control go find some
DAMN SON VAGINAS GET ITCHY TOO AND U DON’T SEE US SHOVING OUR HANDS DOWN OUR PANTS IT’S CALLED SELF CONTROL G O F I N D S O M E
Dean + being sick of the bullshit
as the next season of doctor who approaches its time for me to wrestle with the question
does my faith in peter capaldi outweigh my distrust of steven moffat
I am familiar with that question.
APPARENTLY THEY’RE YELLING AT EACH OTHER ON SET AND THE GENERAL VIBE IS PETER CAPALDI DECLARING THAT HE WILL NOT BE CHASED OFF THIS SHOW
PETER CAPALDI HAS REFUSED TO HAVE A STORY LINE WHERE HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH CLARA
"do u want the rest of my food"
"here u can have them"
All right. I’m not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all. Nothing at all.
"You’ve definitely lost your game over the past few years," Scott tells Stiles solemnly, like it’s something Stiles should get used to accepting. They’re seated on the train, heading back into LA, and Stiles feels himself bristling and his cheeks heating up when a group of teenage girls look their way at Scott’s words.
"I definitely have not,” he argues. “You got married in high school, I don’t think you should be talking about my game, ever.” He gives the girls dirty looks and hopes their station is coming up soon.
Scott gives him an earnest look. “When was the last time you’ve had a date?” He at least quiets down to ask, thank god.
He thinks. “Uh.”
"Exactly," Scott nods like he’s exactly proved his point by this.