Uberniftacular

permets-tu:

after what feels like literally the longest week of my life working on it my marauder’s map dress for leakycon is DONE!! as a side note, i literally never want to use another fine point sharpie in my life.

sweaterkittensahoy:

uberniftacular:

D: that is a terrible place for a bachelorette party!

…no?

(Fun fact: sister and I both LOATHE the stereotypical bars-and-booze-and-penis-shaped-lollipops type of bachelorette party. Mine was literally me and my bridesmaids sleeping over in my parents’ basement watching chick flicks. So.)

My response got too long for reply. Anyway:

We know how much I love dicks. Drawn dicks. References to dicks. OTPs as dicks. Ice dicks. The list goes on. But I have no love for bachelorette party accessories, and I’ll tell you why: Because while I love dicks, I don’t want them as my defining factor during the party that is meant to celebrate and lightly harass me about the fact I’m getting married. It’s not ABOUT the dick. It’s about ME. And if you like having a dick-themed bachelorette party, rock out with your cock out. Have a great fucking time. But I do not understand why it is the baseline for what makes a good hen party (I got tired of typing bachelorette). 

The grain of salt in this is that I didn’t even have a hen party because I just could not be fucked to care. A few different friends took me out for a drink or two a few weeks before my wedding, but the night before my wedding, my mother-in-law bought a bottle of wine she knew I enjoyed and I sat on the balcony of the historical hotel with her and whoever showed up and just chatted and enjoyed the weather and had a lovely fucking time. 

I’m not anti-vulgar. Vulgar is fun, but there’s something about dicks defining hen parties that feels very uncomfortable and wrong. It’s a woman out with her female friends having a night of fun before she gets married. Why are dicks even anywhere near that? Why isn’t it just vaginas everywhere? 

Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Like, isn’t the point of it that it’s YOU and YOUR GIRLS getting to like…have some fun and actually get a chance to relax in the middle of wedding stress?

So yeah, the part where society decided that this party needs to be defined by penis-shaped everything (and social anxiety-inducing games like “acquire phone numbers and/or condoms from all the men at all the bars”…) is pretty not cool.

(Oh, hey, look, society thinks everything needs to revolve around a penis. I’m shocked.)

I am glad to broaden your penis-related horizons.

Thanks?

I don’t know, I vote there needs to be penis straws. Penis straws are hilarious. (This is the only thing I can offer in this conversation, because penis straws. And I hate waterparks, myself.)

Good lord. Just the idea of that makes me uncomfortable. And my sister’s more uptight than I am.

So I think I can say with some degree of certainty that no, there will not be penis straws.

filmcrack:


The famous depiction of galloping horses by using coconut shells came about from the purely practical reason that the production simply couldn’t afford real horses.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
via IMDb

filmcrack:

The famous depiction of galloping horses by using coconut shells came about from the purely practical reason that the production simply couldn’t afford real horses.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

via IMDb

entwashian replied to your post “entwashian replied to your post:Huh. Guess I’m going shopping for a…”

well, good, i’m glad you like it!

I mean, literally her only direction for the girl who planned the bachelorette party was “no dirty stuff,” so yeah.

I think it sounds awesome, to be honest.

D: that is a terrible place for a bachelorette party!

…no?

(Fun fact: sister and I both LOATHE the stereotypical bars-and-booze-and-penis-shaped-lollipops type of bachelorette party. Mine was literally me and my bridesmaids sleeping over in my parents’ basement watching chick flicks. So.)

Matthew Lewis photographed by Leigh Keily for JON Magazine x

beastlyart:

doxian:

ahumblebard:

doxian:

I want a movie about a little girl, aged like 11-12, going through the stuggles of prepubescent girl life, with her entire inner monologue is narrated by Samuel L. Jackson.

Shot of disgruntled adorable little girl.

SLJ: I knew that Susie was a backstabbin’ motherfucker, and if anyone was going to ruin my chances of being Miss Sugar Drop Queen, it was that asshole. 

I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.

NOT AGAIN

IT’S FUCKING TIME. Get this shit to 300k, piss Doxi off to untold new levels.