lgbtlaughs:

A few days ago in Brazil, a tweet hashtag, #ditaduragay, was raised to the Twitter trending topics. “Ditatura gay” means “gay dictatorship” and is a common term in Brazil for “omg, I’m so oppressed because they won’t let me be horribly homophobic”.

Nevertheless, in spite of the fact that hashtag #ditaduragay was brought up by conservative Christians, it was quickly bombed by queers with satirical tweets. For your pleasure, a translated compilation of the best ones:

• When the #gaydictatorship comes, baby girls will know how to play the guitar as soon as they are born. (by @cups_)
• When the #gaydictatorship comes, the “Like” button will be replaced by “It’s fabulous!”. (by @heineca)
• When the #gaydictatorship comes, the every woman’s car will be a truck. (by @brenewday)
• When the #gaydictatorship comes, the National Anthem will be replaced by “Born this way”. (by @capsluc4as)

and finally the #1:

• When the #gaydictatorship comes, all police sirens will be replaced by christina aguillera (by @rodriogs)

[via nicolasibarra]

Can we make that last one a real thing? Can we have the gay police driving round with Christina Aguillera strapped to the roof of the car, wailing?

emmaisalesbian:

error888:

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poor baby

;-;

beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

brizzbee:

heyblaine:

well it was how kurt introduced himself to blaine after all

oh my god what if Blaine thinks Kurts name is “…Kurt”

OMFG

Can someone write me a story of Kurt trying to explain to Blaine that his name doesn’t have a break at the start? Like, he just accidentally said that and it doesn’t need to be so drawn out? He might have to get his birth certificate

moeoftoe:

Well…

NO BLAINE WHERE ARE YOU GOING? YOU CAN’T GO TO NEW YORK WITH KURT YET, YOU HAVE SCHOOL!

Sexiest people I have ever witnessed

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I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I get unreasonably happy when I see someone reblogging/liking one of my posts, especially if I left some (not so) witty comment on there. It just makes me feel so speshul

My little boy David loves watching the Fantastic Four films, he especially loves Chris Evans and spends a lot of time playing at being Johnny Storm. I have to play the baddie and he defeats me. He’s got his walls covered with Johnny Storm pictures too and he knows all the lines. We were recently staying with my best friend Tom who lives in Manchester, England and found out that Chris Evans was coming to town. David was disappointed to find that we’d have already left before the film crew arrived so he sat down and made a card with some pictures for Chris Evans and wrote him a little note. I’ve never seen him sit so long at a table and concentrate! I wish I’d scanned it but I never thought. On the front he did a little picture of Johnny Storm flying across the sky and inside another picture of a scene from the first movie with some speech bubbles and he wrote a little note to Chris saying he was his favourite actor. His ‘uncle’ Tom promised he’d try to get it to Chris Evans for him. 

Tom took the card to the film site but security was so tight that he couldn’t get near anyone so he left the card with a note saying who it was from and that he was sorry not to get to take a photo for David’s birthday which was soon. The security guy told him to write down his address and he’d try to find someone to pass it to but made no promises as everything was crazy. That was on Friday 24th Sept. The following morning Tom received a special ‘next day delivery’ from Chris Evans! In it was a brilliant photo of Chris holding up David’s little card, a birthday card with a message from Chris Evans, he’d also signed two BluRay DVD covers with a little message on each for David. On one it said ‘FLAME ON!’ and was signed and on the other it said ‘DREAM BIG, BUDDY’ and was also signed. 

It was David’s birthday yesterday. When he saw the card from Chris he read it, looked up, read it again, asked us to read it for him then he just stared at it grinning just repeating, ‘‘really? not really! really? is it real?’’ When we told him what had happened he started to tremble a bit, ran to his room, ran back again and basically didn’t know where to put himself. He had actually seen the photo before his birthday but we’ve now had it framed and he knew about nothing else. For the rest of the day he kept running back to the card and picture to look at them for the millionth time. We haven’t been allowed to play the DVDs yet as they have to stay on display and no-one’s allowed to touch them. When he’d gone to bed at the end of the day, we were tidying the mess up and had a big panic because we couldn’t find the photo! We were just getting desperate when David’s older sister had an idea. She checked under his pillow and it was there! {x}

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