Don't say that we're over - A Finn Harries imagine


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”Are you kidding me?” You said as you looked at the pile of papers on your desk.

“What happened?” Finn looked over at me, worried.

“I completely forgot about this! I have a huge exam tomorrow! How could I forget?” You sat down and rested…

1 week ago · 66 notes 


Yes please.
Something that once used to be {Sam Wilkinson Fanfic}


Chapter 23:First day in hell….


*Alarm goes off*

The worst possible feeling is probably getting up in the morning,your exhausted and your eyes haven’t gotten used to the brightens that was blinding you. The morning can be pretty amazing well if your wrapped into…

3 weeks ago · 131 notes 



I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.

Someone finally said it

3 weeks ago · 491,349 notes 

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’












God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.


If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

drag queens are so baddass jfc

Drag queens ftw

Wow… Just, wow…


3 weeks ago · 836,524 notes 


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