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Hi, I'm Lauren!
(or rdm, if you prefer the shorter name with the longer story)

I'm 23, a university student and a self-confessed music nerd.

Here you'll find Glee, Disney, Sherlock, fic, musicals, pretty people, pretty things and my ramblings.
Oh and I have a tendency to overshare. Don't say I didn't warn you.


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Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.

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Unknown source (via call-boy)

I love this (via mostlyfeministthings)

This is an answer to so many of the questions I get.

-Jack

(via sexlibris)


posted 3 weeks ago with 380,205 notes - via lamadeliadalai © nikolaiolivier

sillydodobird:

laxita2688:

sugoi-ass-prince:

expelled-from-heaven:

This is officially the best thing I have ever seen on Tumblr.

hOW DID

WHERE DID THEY FIND THE PERFECT LOCATION 

there is even a fucking sailors ship in the back!


posted 3 weeks ago with 436,480 notes - via blindtodreams © themermaidgrotto

petite-madame:

Stiles Christmas postcard for the amazing Maichan ^o^ I hope I drew all Dylan’s moles properly.
Happy Holidays to you! ♥

petite-madame:

Stiles Christmas postcard for the amazing Maichan ^o^ I hope I drew all Dylan’s moles properly.

Happy Holidays to you! ♥


posted 3 weeks ago with 5,846 notes - via orchestranomaphone © petite-madame

jenniferlawrencedaily:

Group selfie at the Oscars

jenniferlawrencedaily:

Group selfie at the Oscars


posted 1 month ago with 34,009 notes - via ileliberte © jenniferlawrencedaily

Let Me Live That Fantasy 

lovetheblazer:

princedarren prompted: AU where Chris is one of the famous people and Darren is the civilian on his team on Hollywood Game Night

A/N: Fic title comes from Royals by Lorde, a song I’ve been listening to on repeat for days. 4K words [AO3] This is my very belated birthday gift to Robert & Cloud. Hope it was worth the wait :) 

“Welcome back to Hollywood Game Night!” Jane Lynch said, staring directly into the camera. “Here’s where we are. After four games, the score is Team Kay: 20 and Team Darren: 20.”

Darren let out a breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding, relieved that he hadn’t led his team to total disaster, at least thus far. Chris turned to him, holding up his hand for a high five, and Darren happily obliged, thrilled to have any excuse to touch him.

“Don’t get too comfortable, because we have one last game tonight that might turn everything upside down and we call it I Love a Charade,” Jane announced, gesturing to the screen behind her with the game’s name written on it. “So Team Kay, I’ll give you a category and then I will give one of you a title that fits in that category. Without using words or sounds, you need to get your team member to identify the title I show you. When one of your teammates guesses right, you sit down and they take over as the performer. You’ll earn five points for each correct answer in this round, so now is the chance to jack up your score.

Darren watched nervously as the other team played the first round of charades, moving quickly through their category, Sports Movies, managing to get an impressive seven correct answers in ninety seconds. They were going to tough to beat, but Darren wasn’t going down without a fight.

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posted 2 months ago with 165 notes - via alittledizzy © lovetheblazer

steammmpunk:


it doesn’t look like a demon to me, looks like a fox.

it’s a cliché and all but i wanted to draw kira she’s so cute i just had to

steammmpunk:

it doesn’t look like a demon to me, looks like a fox.

it’s a cliché and all but i wanted to draw kira she’s so cute i just had to


posted 2 months ago with 6,634 notes - via hatteress © steammmpunk

Bastille - Died in your arms 


posted 5 months ago with 25,940 notes - via kaplanstiel © danssmith

alienagecounselor:

agentotter:

collidingkiss:

sepiacircus:

"Kinks Shirt" by Matt Nathanson

What I really appreciate about this video is that the song makes no mention of the woman’s trans* status; they could have easily done something different with this video, and had Matt’s love interest be cis.

But no, she’s trans*, and most importantly, Character!Matt doesn’t care.  They meet, they flirt, they sleep together, they talk over breakfast and clearly have a connection.  That’s what matters, not the fact that this woman wasn’t born with a vagina.

THIS IS A BIG DEAL YOU GUYS

God, I didn’t think I needed more reasons to love Matt Nathanson but apparently now I have some.

okay wow this is super cute


posted 6 months ago with 25,322 notes - via thetimesinbetween © sepiacircus

buckybird:

Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared.

Myself as Harry Potter

Matthew as Ron Weasley

Gina as Professor Umbridge

Photos by Chris Kwock, Dragon*Con 2013.


posted 6 months ago with 7,907 notes - via shutupmerlin © buckybird

aelynn:

1. Cutting out foam strips

2. Sewing foam strips into tubes

3. ( Not shown; dying tubes yellow ) Covering tubes in beige nylon

4. Cutting wefts from additional wigs

5. Separating sections of the base wig

6. Sew tube to nape of neck

7. Sew all tubes to nape of neck ( aha! )

8. Glue wefts around tubes ( ribbon helps them stay sectioned off )

9. Braid sections, drape around tubes and braid the big braid

10. DECORATE AND YOU’RE DONE!

( Please note that I left out the swearing, crying, binge eating out of frustration, hours worth of combing out tangles, the pile of casualty wig hair and multiple failed attempts at the big braid cause the tubes kept getting tangled amongst each other. )


posted 8 months ago with 52,810 notes - via bemusedlybespectacled © aelynn