How are you lgbt?

zenlikejen:

gettingdizzy-oh:

rose-4-peace:

bi-engineer:

aromanticguzma:

hufflepuffskeepmovingforward:

thisisntgoodbi:

wolfpurplemoon:

naamahdarling:

boymercuryx:

thelisp:

nerdymouse:

floorbananamotherfucker:

randomnerdaspirations:

benjibright:

a4f101:

mugglesofficial:

I sent an application in and got accepted

I got in through one of those recruitment drives they keep holding

I collected the box tops and turned them in. Just paid separate shipping and handling.

I forgot to uncheck a box when I was installing something.

i found a rainbow ticket inside a chocolate bar

A bird flew up and handed me a letter. 

I was the one billionth customer.

Sorting hat.

went into a home depot on Pride weekend and it was a door prize

like, weird, but okay

I forgot to install an adblocker and got a pop up on a website that congratulated me on being LGBT

I successfully forwarded a chain e-mail to ten LGBTQIA+ friends in the allotted amount of time.

It was hidden in the extra fees on my phone plan.

Scratch off tickets

Won a radio contest

I held a LGBT novel and osmosis I guess?

Ordered a new phone and it came as a free upgrade. 

It’s in the water.

I forgot to read the terms and conditions before clicking “I accept,” and it was in the fine print.

Tag Game!

I’m not tagging anyone because that takes effort, and I’m tired and sick. However I will comply with being tagged by the ethereal @heirsoflilith, who I accidentally unfollowed while tagging. Whoops!

The rules are simple. Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

“That’s big,” Sam says with as much forced casualness as he can.

Well, if Nerdler had to catch a bad cold after the first week of school in the middle of freaking August, at least she had the decency to take her teacher out with her. Got an email saying that they’d have a sub tomorrow. XD

Edit: the best part is that the email was like, “I got hit with one of the kids’ germs hard.” And I was like, “yeah, you don’t wanna name names, but it was my kid. She did this to you. ReMeMBeR ThaT.” XD

You know, I also think that Sam and Dean would have had a lot less suspicion with professors and researches and even doctors if they pretended to be writers.

Not journalists or other professionals. Like, when they go to the local college to talk to the professor about mythology, they don’t go, “yeah, I’m writing a research paper,” or “I’m just interested in local lore.” 

They’d immediately get a fond eye-roll and a LOT more information without suspicion if they went, “yeah, I’m writing this urban fantasy. How do kill this kind of monster?” They could also TOTALLY be more specific to their case. “Yeah, so the hero(ine) ends up in this warehouse infested with (whatever). How would they get rid of it?”

Ao3 Fic Quote of the day

durenjtmusings:

“There was probably a special level of torment in Hell for outright lying to an angel.

Maybe being cursed to listen to Crowley sing show tunes at him for a hundred years, or something. Dean smiled a little at the thought. He’d probably take requests after a few decades and Dean could get him to do all of Little Shop of Horrors.”

An Accidental Incubus by @jupiterjames

*has mental image/audio of Crowley singing all of Little Shop of Horrors*
….asdfghlkj…ImAo

 for
@hekate1308​ &
@thayerkerbasy​ (but Crowley does not appear in this fic)

First of all, THANK YOU FOR THE SHOUTOUT OMC!!!! Second, I stand by this quote forever. You can’t possibly convince me that Crowley wouldn’t do this. XD

jupiterjames:

SO THE HOT GUY AT WORK WAS TALKING TO ME THIS MORNING BECAUSE WE HAD VERY LITTLE TO DO AND HE SAYS, “so I just caught up on Supernatural. You watch that, right?” AND I NEED Y’ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH PHYSICAL EXERTION IT TOOK TO ACT NORMAL ABOUT THAT. And then we got to talking about Jurassic Park and in my mind I was all, “I need to look up the policy on workplace romance.”

OH! Update for today! We get to dress casual on Fridays. In our daily progress meeting, we’re sitting and waiting for our manager to get there, and Hot Guy looks down at my shoes and goes, “AAAAH! N7 SHOES?!” 

*hyperventilates* He. Likes. Mass. Effect. Too.