bathroom drawings

Find the bad guy, push ‘em aside!
Then move on forward with your friend at your side
It’s a two-player game, so when they make an attack,
You know you got a brother gonna have your back!

Henlo I’m in love with these weebs and am officially in BMC hell

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An experience I had this past weekend. It was the first time I’ve ever seen tampons in a men’s restroom and they were free! That’s awesome!

NOTE: Some colleges are providing free tampons in the restrooms. For anyone who is upset because “they aren’t free in the women’s room,” I want to point out that this was at one of those colleges. I can assure you they provided free tampons and pads in the women’s restroom too. 

Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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