While the girls are away, the guys have their day.

This is possibly one of the greatest Disney prince things I have ever seen.


 three big evils

My takes on male maleficent, Male Ursula and female Hades.

I love painting fantasy and none human colored skin! Hope you guys like ^_^

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Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks

Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.

No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.

Finals cannot be over soon enough

Finals cannot be over soon enough



draws fan art instead of studying for my organic lab final

sweats nervously

beardycoxmilkshakeman I am blaming you for reasons unknown at this point in time.

I’m sitting here on tumblr instead of writing, so I’m not in much better of a boat. >.<


35- Not Like This


They tell us to forsake the cliche’
To wind new words in refreshing ways, 
to forget we have hearts beating love, 
or souls in flight past eternity.

The sea does yet seethe, 
the rains do still cry. 

They tell us to not witness the breeze
hugging the trees, watching as rainbows
paint the sky. Forget stars in her eyes,
lips petal red, ribs of iron bars.

I still smile and say,
I will muse the moon
because- she’s still there.