16 year old child: mom, dad: I'm gay/lesbian/bi/pan
Straight parents: you're too young to know what your sexuality is! It's just a phase.
Baby boy: *stares at a baby girl for no reason other than the fact that babies stare at everything*
Straight parents: oooh! Ladies man! We're gonna have to keep the girls offa you!
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clitt:

its 2014 and still no fanfic could top this one

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lysnk2:

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softspokenandopenminded said: BK I THINK YOU'RE THE BEST PERSON TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT KILLIAN GOING TO A PARTY WITH EMMA AND HIS REACTION TO PEOPLE THERE TWERKING AND GRINDING. Bonus points if they grind xD

bemusedbicycle:

He isn’t shocked by it, really. He is familiar with the concept of these places - of the way women sway their hips back and forth to the heavy beat of the music, the way they twist and move in order to entice and seduce.

Perhaps it is something that transcends realms. 

But he is shocked by the way his Swan has taken to the music, the way she raises her arms above her head and drops her body down low, the red (gods help him) material of her dress inching up her creamy thighs with every slow, sinuous movement. He takes a sip of his drink as he rests against the bar, smirking to himself when a suitor gets just a bit too close, her green eyes flashing as she spins and turns away. 

She is a fierce thing, and he loves her like this. 

Wild, unrestrained. 

Passionate. 

Her eyes find his over the crowd and she grins, slow and dangerous, licking her lips as she drops her head back. Her curls brush against the small of her back and he finds he very much would like to feel the dips of her curves beneath his hands, fist the fabric of her skirt between his fingers and let himself be pulled away by her riptide. 

He leaves his drink on the bar when he goes to her, the pulsing of the drums loud in his ears as the need burns in his blood. His hand finds her waist and he tugs, her ass pressed snug against his front, her body rolling with the beat. It is electric and overwhelming - the sweat on her skin, her fingers threaded through his hair, the way he can see down the front of her dress pressed against her like this - and he idly thinks in the part of his brain that isn’t clouded with lust that they should come dancing more often. 

His hand slides to the hem of her dress and he fingers the material there, rocking his hips forward into her as they sway to the music. She grins and he groans - nipping at her neck. 

“Minx.” He growls. 

“No.” She laughs, teeth flashing white in the dark. “Pirate.” 




adisneysoul:

A Disney Alphabet 

Z if for ZEUS

tagged as: zues;  hercules;  disney;  z is for zues;  



meowdonoghue:

Favourite Captain Swan scenes in no particular order [4/?]

You wanna see something really impressive?







tagged as: disney;  hercules;  meg;  love;  weak ankles;  



hecallsmepineappleprincess:

Well he wasn’t wrong….

tagged as: monsters inc;  pixar;  

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