Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.
Me: Based on what?
Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.
Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.
Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.
Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.
Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?
Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.
Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?"
Oh, bitch. Read down!
Oh my Lordy yes
It’s been a long, long time
You’ll never know how many dreams
I’ve dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
it’s been two weeks and i still can’t freaking believe the levels of sheer unashamed wild untamed yes homo in cap 2 are for real, like
jesus christ, it’s the kind of things that would make me nope out of fanfic in second-hand embarrassment because i would think sappy ridiculous crap like “i’m with you till the end of the line, pal” is too cringeworthy and fluffy and out of character
what the hell, mcu
what. the hell.
remember way back in 2006 when the wii first came out and then the entirety of the world forgot how to hold onto something with a firm grasp so much that nintendo had to make a shock absorbing condom just so that tvs wouldnt get destroyed when people would end up sending this thing flying at their tvs at 900 miles per hour
the industrial revolution was a lot like when you finally figure out how to upgrade your skills in a game after not knowing how to do it for several levels and then just goin nuts
#they want him so bad
THAT REMINDS ME MY FRIEND IS COMING OVER AT LIKE 9 IN THE AM TO MARATHON MORE BLEACH WITH ME I SHOULD GO TO BED NOW