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  • • Just imagine us seeing Josh and Jennifer's first in-public-kiss...
  • • And imagine us following Josh and Jennifer while they are dating...
  • • Imagine reading the news about their engagement...
  • • Imagine seeing pictures of their wedding...
  • • Imagine seeing pictures of them going to awards hand-in-hand as a married couple, looking all in love with each other...
  • • Imagine us getting news about Jennifer being pregnant...
  • • Imagine seeing Jennifer being pregnant with Josh's baby for the first time...
  • • Imagine Joshifer's time during Jennifer's pregnancy (how Jennifer will eat like a horse, and Josh taking care of her, cooking and feeding her)...
  • • Imagine seeing the first pictures of their newborn child...
  • • Imagine Joshifer telling us funny stories of being parents during awards, and how much they love and praise each other...
  • • Imagine Joshifer going to awards together while Jennifer is pregnant with their second child...
  • • Imagine seeing pictures of Joshifer playing with their children in a park...
  • • Just imagine a future where Joshifer is living happily together with their children and grandchildren...and growing old together...
  • Just...imagine.
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

sexual-phan:

hunter-avenger-consulter-grimm:

jawnn-locked:

visiovisusvidere:

sonicghost:

milesjai:

videk:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg