Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
#where did peter get hold of a laptop #who was paying for the wi fi #what name was used for the phoneline set up #who set it up #how did peter even pay for the laptop #who is the person that made an animation of it #do they just casually talk about their experience with kanimas online #is there a chat room #there should be a chat room #a werewolf bonding chat room #and stiles should sign derek up for it #and sign himself up for boaw chatroom #boyfriend of a werewolf duh#idk where i was going with this #but it drives me mad about the whole internet slash laptop thing #derek was in stiles’ room when he used a laptop #laptops existed 6 years ago #he wouldn’t think it was a book #he’s not from the medieval ages #ahem (via halesparkles)
i love the hannibal fandom because they’re all fucking insane, but it’s like a really happy insane and you’d never think that our show is actually about graphic murder and cannibalism
that one time spock broke the arm of a genetically engineered superhuman with his bare hands because he thought he was avenging the death of his t’hy’la
