#*fart noises*

[bewaqt-ki-barsaat]

Yk i am kinda good at this Tumblr shit

[theinternationaltrashfire]

This is funny, because there's no subtitles so it's inaccessible but hey apartly these people care about disabled people. Just not enough to make anything accessible mind. But gotta vote for their guy because then they can go back to safely ignoring you again, because screw anyone's comfort but their own.

John Oliver platforms Palestinian voices as he advocates for voting for Harris.

If you live in a swing state, please properly consider your role in this election. Remember to distrust the polls, the projections - the presidential election will be infuriatingly close. Nothing is set in stone.

Please think about your queer friends and family, your community that includes people of colour, disabled people, poor people, immigrants. Evaluate the true historical value of what a protest vote does - compare it to the two candidates, one of which will be the president at the end of this final stretch.

Your vote matters. Please, treat it like it does.

[ghostral]

outliving people you love sucks ass

[vcrnons]

SEVENTEEN + the MOGU MOGU plushie.

[teaboot]

if ur a murderbot nerd now do u have any fun opinions abt it yet?

Oh my goddd you have no idea

I really, really, really like Murderbot because it comes at life with this perspective we don't often see that is very real among people who have already been through traumatic experiences, who developed skills and abilities to suvive that were once useful but no longer have context- that search that traumatized people go through to recalibrate and reorient ourselves in a world where we no longer really need those things to survive.

A bit personal here, but my own issues personally involved a lot of psychological abuse that made it difficult to trust my own perceptions of reality, and as a result I found I was very easy to lie to and manipulate.

To handle this, I became obsessive over writing things down, cataloging details and making notes of things as they happened- I'd carry recording devices and make audio recordings and stay up late at night to transcribe what they'd picked up, read those over and over again to reassure myself of things I wasn't certain about.

While doing this, there were others close to me that I felt responsible for, who I had to protect from others and protect myself from at the same time. Life was about two things: Evidence, and defusing threats

Over time, I learned to trust myself as my memories matched what had been recorded where their narrative didn't, but I never really kicked the habit. Like Murderbot, I had added something to my own programming that reassured me I was safe, that I was in control of myself, that I couldn't be mistaken or crazy or broken or used.

I'm only on book two, but already I see myself in Murderbot again. No spoilers here, but when I left home- left that dangerous context- I didn't need to repeat these patterns to survive anymore, but I still did, because I didn't know anything else anymore. It felt safe, comfortable, knowing knowing that the past couldn't repeat itself, because I'd written that flaw- blind trust in myself-  out of my programming and replaced it with something else.

Still, though, I'd become something specially suited to thrive in a very specific environment. Nothing else felt right like followinghigh-risk situations, like witnessing and watching and recording and knowing I had proof of the truth where others might not.

People took notice. I wound up in security by accident, but's an environment that I thrive in due to the same patterns and behaviours I originally developed when I had no other choice. I climbed the ladder pretty quickly, once supervisors caught on that my reports were the most accurate, most objective, most factual, detail-oriented and timely. I keep others and myself safe and prioritize public safety above all else, and I perform well under pressure

Now I'm in a position where I often wonder, do I enjoy this job, or is it just what I'm good at? I have a set of skills now, but do I have the option of choosing not to use them? What would I be, if not this? Could I be anything else? Can Murderbot be anything else?

It has a set of skills that set it apart, make it different, special. It does what it knows best. But is it free? Does it want to be? What does it want? Does it have to do what it was built to do? What if it didn't?

I know what I'm good for. The idea of deliberately leaving what I'm good for for something uncertain, that I might hate, that I might be useless at- the choice to give up what was so important to me for so long and become deliberately obsolete?

Let go of my entire purpose? The only thing I know, that I fit so well into but don't actually know if I enjoy? Now that I can choose? Now that enjoyment is a luxury I can afford to consider?

Yeah, that resonates.

I like the Murderbot series so far because it feels the way I feel: Like the most significant and formative part of my story, the part where I became what I am, has already happened

And now I have to just. Keep going

Into... what?

It feels absurd. Like a microwave giving up on reheating food and deciding to start a life around abstract dance.

So, uh. Yeah. It's really very wild to see this same philosophical-ish dilemma I've been digging over in the back of my mind and in therapy for the last forever laid out so plainly in a genuinely exciting and enjoyable story like this. I feel much less alone, and I... kind of really need to see how it resolves, I think.

So, uh. Yeah. Read Murderbot, I guess

[krisrix]

COC 03 ⁙ AU

“I’m sorry…” I shake my head. “That I didn’t figure it out sooner. I—I would have liked to have had you for a friend here.”

– Any Way The Wind Blows

[viridian-house]

one slow day at work and a migraine later, this is as finished as it's gonna get--sakura, from my madasaku fic series the slug & the stars

[kev-smell-my-fart]

critters that infest your brain like parasitic worms ✨💗🎀

[kedreeva]

In case I have not made it abundantly clear, I'm not here for any "both parties are equally bad" sniveling. Shut the fuck up. Unfollow me. Get out of my house if you can't recognize how much goddamn worse Trump would be.

[orbch]

guys funfact i thought the sides were semi-cannibals for like maybe a solid month or two back in 2018 because in the 12 days of christmas video when patton said the pasta had cumin i misheard…. as human… and didnt even question it for a second. i was like okay yeah… they eat humans. sure. they arent real humans so whats the deal. sure..

[moodyvoid]

You’re on a road trip with the League of Villains! You just got done with your turn on the aux cord. You get to choose who’s next!

Reblog and add who you choose + what they’re playing, if you’d like! 🖤

[scenteddean]

(attempt #2 🥲)

continuation of this drawing, the full version is on pillowfort ✨

[succubratty]

CW: fart kink/drugs use mention

So we started going to rave parties with my gf this year, and It has been one of the best activities choices we've made.

We went to one last night, it was in a very popular clandestine pub from my area, I like that place because they have always a good lineup of djs, it's more niche so it's not cramped with people, and the best of it, the party ends at 9 am.

Everything was cool during the night, we took a break to go to the bathroom, I was holding the bathroom stall door for my wife, when a girl showed up, she checked her makeup on the mirror, she was tiny, very thin, with a cute bob cut and an amazing BDSM goth outfit.

Thing is, she pulled a bottle from her purse and asked me if I wanted a hit, politely I declined, and she proceeded to give it a big sniff.

And girl, I know that popper helps you dilate, but I didn't expect what happened next, like five seconds after she sniffed it, she ripped the most ridiculous loudest brassy fart ever and it was so long.

Her facial expression was a mixture between relief, embarrassment, plus she was so high, she started laughing in a very silly way "oh dear, I guess I was a little bit bloated".

I told her "Good thing is that you were here" and laughed with her, my gf got out the bathroom at that moment, after that I told her what happened, she laughed too, she thought the one who farted was me, she knows me so well.

But omg, the thought of that girl face while expelling that super loud gas was so f*cking hot, I've should have asked for her IG or something. 🙈

[bpunch12]

Gassy Belly Ache

Airi's face contorted in pain as she hunched over the kitchen counter, her fingertips digging into her distended abdomen. The rumbles from within her belly were loud like a distant thunder, announcing the storm brewing beneath her skin. Her boyfriend, sensing her discomfort, approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on top of her head.

"It's okay, love," he murmured soothingly, "let's see if I can help ease your pain." His hands joined hers as they both pressed into her gassy, bloated belly. The pressure only seemed to make things worse. Airi winced, her eyes watering as she felt the familiar sensation building.

Suddenly, the pressure released in a loud, unladylike fart that shot across her boyfriend's chest. The surprise and the smell caused her to giggle weakly through her pain. Her boyfriend, not one to be deterred, chuckled along with her and leaned back to get a better angle.

"It's okay, darling," he assured her, "let it all out."

Airi nodded, grateful for his unwavering support. She let her hands fall away and allowed her boyfriend's large, warm palms to take over. He worked his thumbs in wide circles, pressing into her tender flesh. The sensation sent jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through her.

Another gust of gas escaped her, this one quieter, but no less relieving. Her boyfriend continued to rub her belly, his touch becoming more and more skilled. Airi's eyes fluttered shut, and a small, grateful moan escaped her lips.

"That feels... so good," she confessed, her body shuddering as another fart escaped her.

"I'm glad," he replied, his voice a deep rumble against her ear. "Just relax, and let me take care of you."

Airi did as she was told, her muscles slowly unclenching as her boyfriend's hands moved in a rhythmic pattern. With each pass, her belly emptied a little more, the sounds and smells increasing in frequency. Her boyfriend never faltered, his touch remaining gentle and persistent.

[orionfrommars]

dimentio is a plant mom 💜💫🌱