Jami's Role Play As Well As Personal Blog

moonblossom:

chenisthebestkitty:

geekdonnatroy:

castayel:

fuchsimeon:

viperpilot:

Well, this is embarrassing

Left: Adrianne Palicki promo shot for NBC’s Wonder Woman.

Right: Kimberly Kane promo shot for ‘Wonder Woman XXX: An Axel Braun Parody’.

….is it just me or does the porno version outfit not only look WAY BETTER crafted and prettier, the actress also has more muscles, a nicer fitting chest piece and a waaay more fitting body type and skin tone. 

Also the porno version doesn’t look more “feminine”/more sexy whatever.

That… is EMBARASSING

the “official” one looks like a really bad Halloween costume

I mean fuck the porno one has bigger wrist cuff I REPEATE: BIGGER WRIST CUFFS PORNO WOMAN IS BETTER DRESSED TO KICK ASS *cries*

can someone contact the designer of the porno 

clearly he/she knows how a womans body works.

It’s embarrassing when the official looks a like a porn and the porn looks like the official thing.

The thing that makes me stunned the most is that even the boobs of the porn version are cupped and held in better by her clothing than those of the official thing…

The moment a porn movie treats the boobs of a woman with more subtlety than a big name production, some staff changes are in order.

What both fascinates and disturbs me the most about these is the body language and facial expression.

The “official” TV version looks passive, slightly confused, her pose is sort of ambiguous and floppy. She’s waiting for the viewer to do something before she reacts. The XXX version looks determined and fierce, and is taking literally 0% of your shit.

One of these Wonder Women looks like a sex toy, and it’s not the pornographic one.

Obviously Axel Braun has WAY more respect for Wonder Woman than NBC does. I would actually like to shake that man’s hand. Because you know he had say in the costume design and the pose.

lindsaychrist:

prestoflauto:

troyesivan:

lindsaychrist:

gabriella13702:

lindsaychrist:

strawberryzachary:

lindsaychrist:

i put jergens natural glow on one part of my arm to see what would happen and now i regret it

Wow she really needs to shave her legs

im a fucking man #whyineedfeminism

I just need whatever u put on your arm… I don’t tan at all… Ever.

i literally said what it was

this post is such a fucking mess

Is no one going to talk about the perfect rectanglular shape this thing makes on her arm

i literally said i was a man already why is this still happening

All that stuff is is brown tinted lotion with glitter. My mom made me use it for awhile because my fish belly whiteness embarrasses her. It’s crap and it smells bad. 
And if you can’t tell that lindsaychrist is a dude, especially since he said he was a dude, then you need to get your reading comprehension skills checked.

lindsaychrist:

prestoflauto:

troyesivan:

lindsaychrist:

gabriella13702:

lindsaychrist:

strawberryzachary:

lindsaychrist:

i put jergens natural glow on one part of my arm to see what would happen and now i regret it

Wow she really needs to shave her legs

im a fucking man #whyineedfeminism

I just need whatever u put on your arm… I don’t tan at all… Ever.

i literally said what it was

this post is such a fucking mess

Is no one going to talk about the perfect rectanglular shape this thing makes on her arm

i literally said i was a man already why is this still happening

All that stuff is is brown tinted lotion with glitter. My mom made me use it for awhile because my fish belly whiteness embarrasses her. It’s crap and it smells bad. 

And if you can’t tell that lindsaychrist is a dude, especially since he said he was a dude, then you need to get your reading comprehension skills checked.

"Uncle Johannes!" Leise called, racing towards his bedroom, Dânêl lopping alongside her. "Uncle Johannes! I did it! I animated a dead bird I found but it's flown away! Uncle -" she skidded to a stop, Dânêl doing the same beside her, her jaw dropping open. "Uncle Johannes you're a GIRL!"

amoralnecromancer:

Cabal looked all too aware of this fact, and also not too pleased with it. “Yes, Leise, I am aware,” she sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and flipping through a book rather irritatedly. She looks up then, her eyes the same pale blue. “I’m proud of you, though,” she admits with one of those soft, proud smiles behind her eyes.

Dânêl cocked his horned head to one side in that quizzical way of dogs and began to sniff around Cabal. Growling softly at the smell of unknown magic. Somehow he made the growl not sound threatening, but rather sound like the hellhound was saying “I don’t like whomever did this to you.”

"But how, Un- Aunt Johannes? Did a potion blow up? Are you cursed? Is an elder god playing a joke on you?”

le-claire-de-lune:

secondlina:

twodefenestrate:

bombaycake:

rraaaarrl:

"I do not hate men, Sub-mariner. I merely know I’m as good as they are.”

FEMINISM: a definition

Always reblog

I need this as a poster.

I would adore this as a poster. 

le-claire-de-lune:

secondlina:

twodefenestrate:

bombaycake:

rraaaarrl:

"I do not hate men, Sub-mariner. I merely know I’m as good as they are.”

FEMINISM: a definition

Always reblog

I need this as a poster.

I would adore this as a poster. 

Please reblog if you don’t mind your followers sending you memes and prompts even if you’ve never interacted with them.
Jami eyes Urian soon as she walked in on his half undressed state. "Now I prefer this to fighting. The view is stunning."

demonurian:

Urian paused as he turned around to face the woman at his door. An amused look crossed his face as he tossed his shirt into the Corner of Dirty Laundry, which was growing quite large. “Hmm, enjoying the show?” He chuckled softly.

"Oh very much." Jami said, her eyes going up and down his body as her lips curled into a saucy smile. "Please, don’t stop on my account. Unless you’d like some help with a difficult button."

schreberpants:

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.






TUMBLR WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK.

Hm - I always imagined the dish being female and the spoon male.

schreberpants:

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

TUMBLR WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK.

Hm - I always imagined the dish being female and the spoon male.

Your muse walks in on mine undressing. How does yours react?

image

"Another fight?"

betteroffdeadpool:

"Another win. I’d tell you that you should see the other guys, but there’s not much left to see besides the puddles.”

"You realize if you keep fighting without it being a paying gig you’re going to have to take a job from Kingpin in order to pay your rent, right? And who wants to work for Mount Baldy?"

SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION
"I don’t think I ever loved you."
"You never loved me."
"You’re not being fair."
"This is the right thing to do, and you know it."
"There’s nothing you can do about it now."
"I just wanted to be your first pick…"
"Did I ever matter?"
"You weren’t meant to get involved."
"Get a grip of yourself."
"I can’t stand to look at you."
"Get out of my sight."
"How dare you talk to me like that!?"
"You make me sick."
"You need to put yourself first."
"I won’t let you give up."
"Why won’t you believe me?"
"Please, just trust me, just this once."
"Woah, when did you get that?"
"Who did this to you?"
"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
"You’re saying this was an accident?"
"What a shiner!"
"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"
"Does it hurt when I touch it?"
"Let me kiss it better."
"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."
"Another fight?"
"What happened to your face?"
"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"
"Let’s get you to bed."
"Let’s get you to the hospital."
"Why are you so calm about this?"
"You’re bleeding!"
"What are friends for, ey?"
"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"
"You need to look where you’re going."
"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."
"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"
"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"
"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
"You’re the clumsiest person I know."
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
"How could you be so careless?"
"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"
"H-how many of them were there?"
"I cheated on you."
"I saw you! I saw you with her/him!"
"How could you do this to me?"
"I thought we were okay…"
"We could have had it all…"
"You ruined me."
"You fucked my sister/brother? Well it’s only fair I guess… I mean I did fuck your mum/dad while we were together, so we’re even now."
"I don’t love you any more."
"You never loved me."
"I gave you the best years of my life."
"I only loved you to get into the will…"
"I don’t know what to do any more."
"I can’t keep letting you hurt me."
"I can’t keep hurting you."
"It’s not your baby…"
"Well guess what? I faked every orgasm!"
"I know it’s not my baby."
"I trusted me."
"I still love you."
"I… I’m just disappointed in you."
"I was always second place- I never really mattered did I?"
"Did I even mean anything to you?"
"I just want to know that what we had was real, even if it was so short."
"You can’t just leave me like this…"
"I’m leaving for good."
"I’m never coming back."
"I don’t want to see you ever again."
"I’m really glad I met you."
"I’m so proud of you!"
"I just want to make you proud."
"Never a dull day with you!"
"I just want to make you happy, always."
"You make me so happy."
"I don’t know what I’d do without you."
"Thank you so much for being there for me."
"Thank you for caring so much."
"Thank you for giving up so much of your time."
"Thank you."
"You’ve given me a new lease of life."
"I count my blessings every day I’m with you."
"You’re so special to me, you know that right?"
"Do you know how much you mean to me?"
"I can’t imagine life without you."

barbarastanwyck:

Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)

Count Dracula is always welcome at my house, long as he doesn’t mind sharing a room with me. *whistles innocently*

Send me ‘Bare’ and I will send my muses reaction to seeing yours shirtless.
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

grimelords:

aesop’s fables are so funny because mostly they have a very clear moral outlined in the last sentence but sometimes they’re like this one where the moral is just ‘woah what the fuck? what the Fuck? get the fuck out of my house’

So story time.

When I was in second grade our teacher read this, only it must’ve been rewritten a bit because it was about a man and a talking donkey and they were friends, but stopped being friends when it got to the ending. It had them waiting at the bus stop where the man blew on his hands and going to a diner for soup when the man blew on that. And the donkey ran off after saying the hot and cold with the same breath. 

At the end of the story the teacher started talking about how dumb it was that we use our breath to warm our hands and cool our soup and how breath doesn’t change temperature. Just went on for about a minute or two ranting and calling the whole blowing on hands/blowing on soup stupid. 

So while she was ranting I sat there and experimented. Finding that when my mouth is wide open my breath was warm and made my hands warm up. But when my mouth was pursed so the opening was tiny the air coming out felt a lot cooler. And I thought to myself, “My teacher is an idiot.”

This is the same teacher, BTW, who went to my mom one day and said, “Jami doesn’t think like other children. She’s retarded and needs to be in special ed.” (Yes, she used the R word.)