#as i say every time: jesus fuck. and also:

[xiaq]

Story time: Amazon can go fuck itself, and other genteel thoughts.

Good evening. I’m angry.

Up until now, I’ve purchased the majority of items I can’t thrift from Amazon because it’s easy and cost-effective, despite the moral qualms I have about the company. Previously, support was simple. If an item was damaged or a package didn’t arrive, you hopped on chat/the phone, provided proof, and they gave you a refund or return label.

But some shitstain from on high has introduced a new “incident report” process when something goes wrong. You submit your details, you wait 72 hours, and then they give you a refund. This would also be fine. If it fucking worked. But I have, at this point, irrefutable evidence that this is not actually how the process is intended to work. It’s meant to drive you so far up the wall that you either die from a stress-induced heart attack, or rage quit, and they get to keep your money.

In the last several months, I’ve had to submit three incident reports for damaged and undelivered items (I’m also encountering a lot more issues with item delivery, but that’s a different story).

ALL THREE TIMES, the process has taken weeks rather than days because ALL THREE TIMES they conveniently “had no record” of multiple incident reports I submitted despite the fact that I had confirmation emails each and every time.

Now, I’m a petty bitch, so even though the hours I was spending checking in, waiting on hold on the phone, being passed from agent to agent, was not worth the $10 and $20 refunds I was trying to get them to honor, I wasn’t going to give up. This last time, though. Oh they really tried.

So. My item isn’t delivered. I submit an incident report on the 12th and get my confirmation email of the submission on the 12th. I haven’t heard back by the 14th so I call and check. Shockingly, they have no record of my report. I submit another one, get another confirmation email. I call back the next day to check they received it. They have not. I beg them to let me forward the confirmation emails I have. I ask what else I can do different. They tell me to submit a new report and hang up on me. I submit another report. I receive another confirmation email. I call the next day. Can you guess? They have no record of it. This time, I ask for them to stay on the line with me while I submit a new report and confirm it’s been received. He confirms receipt and promises I will receive a response by the 21st. I record this conversation because I have a suspicion.

Hello. It is the 21st. Have I received a response? No. I call back. THIS ASSHOLE, who I’m pretty sure is reading this shit from a script, says, (are you ready for this) “There’s no record of an incident report, you’ll need to submit one.” I insist that I had confirmation in writing and verbally. She insists it does not exist.

So I tell her. I now have four confirmation emails. I have a recording of an Amazon support person with their credentials assuring me with the product number stated, that they’ve received my report. I also have been recording this conversation. And if she cannot assist me, I will be posting those emails and both recordings to every social media platform I have, filing a BBB complaint, and checking with my lawyer to see what options I have for legal action (do I have a lawyer? Of course not. But she doesn’t know that).

Immediately, she is backpedaling. “Oh, let me check again, maybe I missed it.” Less than 30 seconds later she’s back on the line. “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, I do have your report here. I will process a refund now.” Shocking. I am shocked.

IT SHOULD NOT TAKE THIS MUCH EFFORT TO GET A COMPANY TO HONOR THEIR PROMISED LEVEL OF SUPPORT.

Jesus Christ.

B and I will be finding different local places to purchase items we tend to buy via Amazon now, because I have every intention of ending our Prime membership. It looks like between Costco and Target we should be covered.

Anyway. No point to this except to rant. Thanks for reading if you got this far. I’m going to go lay under the weight of my dog and try to get my heart rate down.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Obsession (Part 2)

Player 001 x reader

Masterlist <- Comment on this post to be added to the tag list

Part 1

Tw: stalker!In Ho

Note: (c/n) stand for cat name

5 years had gone by and all In Ho had to go off of were bank statements and transactions to know where you were and if you were still alive. He knew where you lived, your favorite places to eat, to watch movies, and where your favorite shop was. He also knows you have new kitten, but not his name, probably something like (c/n).

No new lover. Nothing since you left. You picked up a job as a (whatever you wanna be), and were living. He knew in his mind the reason you couldn’t move on was because of him and he knew it.

He snuck around and watched you through plain view. Sometimes he sent people to watch you and report back to him. Other times, he’d travel to where you were and stalk you, follow you to the market, ducking you between isles, or on the train, watching you through a crowd of people.

He would stand in front of the cottage you bought on the edge of town, how easy it’d be to take you. You had a bad habit of leaving your windows open. Leaving your life open for all to see. He’s watched you masturbate more times than he can count. He has videos of you throwing your head back as you cum. Your moans quietly seeping through the window. He would jerk off at the same time, cumming in the darkness as he watched you, leaving his cum on the flowers that you planted along the walls of your house.

He hated to admit to himself but he was jerking off to you almost every right, smelling your jacket like a sick man. I am sick he admitted.

So many days and nights he was grabbing onto his bed sheets, pressed up against his shower wall or even in his chair by the big screen, he was cumming for you, with you in mind, he missed you. But he missed your pussy more. Today, he was determined to get it. He approached you as you drank a coffee, typing on your laptop.

“Hello ma’am” he bowed “would you like to hear about your lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

“No, not right n-“ you stopped. “What’re you doing here, In Ho? It’s been 5 years, do you think what I said changed?” You say coldly.

“I know it hasn’t.” He sat before you can continue speaking. “I miss you (y/n). I mean, really fucking miss you. It’s been a lonely 5 years, I miss your smell, your touch, your hair. I miss the way you talk and your smile. I just miss you”

“You know, for a very intelligent man, you’re acting and sounding really fucking stupid.” You scoff rolling your eyes at him. “I mean, you miss me. So what? I miss Young il, but I’m never getting him back, am I?”

“But I’m right here?”

“No… you aren’t young il… I don’t know you”

“And what, you think I lied?!” You nodded. “About what? Huh? What would I possibly lie to you about?”

“Everything, that whole relationship we developed, that sex we had, that love.” You say. “As far as I’m concerned, Young il was an angel and you don’t even exist.”

“But my wallet does?”

“Honestly, you can have your card back.” You shake your head. “I don’t need dirty money”

“It’s clean. It comes from the stocks i invest in. Really (y/n), do you honestly think I’d give you game money?” He looks at you intensely. He wanted to tell you how attracted to you he still was. How his cock still aches for you. How he just wishes to fuck you. It was sitting across from you that he realized he was going to fuck you… whether you liked it or not.

“What do you want?” You sighed finally.

“One date with you. Please.” He stated. He knew deep in his heart that you still wanted him, you yearned for him. He needed you.

“No” you say and stand up.

“Look, one date, to show you who I really am as a person.” He argued. “Who I am outside of those damned games that ruined us. If after that you still decide you hate me, that’ll be all. You can live your life and I can live mine knowing at least I tried to make it better” he pleaded. His eyes pulling at your heart strings as they once did. You saw Young il for a brief moment, before seeing In Ho. You saw the man that was so sweet and gentle.

“Fine. One.” you conceded. You traded numbers and you left. Not knowing that In Ho could now tap your phone, could ruin your whole life. But truly the only thing he wanted to ruin was you.

You made it to your little cottage. It stood on the edge of the city with a small village of cottage farmers surrounding it. Fluffy baby cows and little lambs screamed at you from your neighbors house. Horses neighbors and goats cried. Your life was perfect, this place was perfect. Young il would have loved it… In Ho obviously prefers different style of life. Black and gold, power, money.

“Hi (c/n)” you say as he purred at you. He looped around you as you walked further into your house. You placed your items on your kitchen table. It was already 6. You cooked some dinner and watched an American drama you found on Netflix. Laughing along with the characters.

In Ho made it to his own home. The black and gold now insulted his eyes, it had ever since he saw the disgust on your face while you spoke angry and heartbroken. He sat at his computer, plugging in his phone. He stayed up for hours, deep into the night, hacking into your phone.

“Photos” he said aloud as he clicked it. He found a treasure trove of pictures. You with some friends, with family, birthdays, dinners, then he found your private photos.

“Let’s see (y/n), what do you do all alone” he whispered opening it. Pictures and videos of yourself floated into view, things other men should never see. Disgusting men like him should never see. He quickly searched through your sent and deleted messages, as far back as he could go, they’d never been sent. He returned back to the photos and stared at each on individually, videos playing, hardening his cock.

In Ho began to touch himself as he watched, his hand moving in sync with yours on the screen. He felt like he was participating in your intimate moment, like an invisible partner who you couldn't see or feel but was there nonetheless. He couldn’t help but freely moan into the emptiness of his room.

As the video played on, In Ho's movements became faster and more urgent. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a teenager again, watching porn, anxious that his parents may walk in. The thought that these were moments meant for no one else's eyes but yours made it even more exhilarating for him.

“I’m gonna cum” you said on camera. To him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum” In Ho was getting sent into overdrive heavy sighs coursing through his lungs. “Oh god, Young il, I’m gonna cum on your fingers” he lost it. You were pleasuring to the thought of him, maybe his over persona, but still him nonetheless.

With one final stroke from you on screen and a simultaneous motion from In Ho's own hand came the peak of pleasure for him followed closely by release. His orgasm washed over him so strongly it left him gasping loudly within seconds all over both his keyboard and along edges near the monitor until reaching very tip top edge finally. He was panting, falling backwards, sinking deep into his chair. Cum heavily covered his desk space, now stained forevermore, a mess entirely due to a solely singular sickening act alone performed freely without fear. Through his sinful act.

If you knew would you forgive him?

[fmle-drven]

When the task force finds out you’re covered in tattoos…….

POV: the boys had no idea you’re shoulders down covered in tattoos. To your surprise, they’re reaction was rather unexpected

Context: female reader, tattoos, mentions of suggestive piercings, suggestive dialogue

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You weren’t quite or shy by any means, personality Wise. You were always bubbly, cracking jokes, even flirting a little bit to just see the boys get flustered. You were also the only woman on the task force. You wanted to keep up your “girl next door” persona as long as you could. That’s why you always wore gloves, long sleeves, and long cargo pants. You didn’t want the boys to see you with all these tattoos and treat you differently. They always talked about how they loved girly, frilly girls. And you were by far not girly or frilly.

One night, John invited you out with the boys to the local bar. You were hesitant at first, but realized this may be the last round of drinks with these men before your upcoming mission. You enter the bar in your hoodie and gloves. Scanning the room, you find the boys laughing and patting one another on the back already a few drinks deep. Walking over nervously, you crack a smile to each one of them. It was suffocating in this bar. Cigarette smoke hazed your vision, too many bodies to count adding to the musky heat of the room.

“Aye, there’s our wee lil lamb” Johnny slurs as he throws a coaster your way.

“Glad ‘t see ya joined us” Ghost speaks, you can see a crack of a smirk under his mask.

Your drink ends up in front of you and you start to chug. The cool ice of the drink cooling you down as you begin to sweat from the humidity. You don’t know how long you’re going to last.

“ is it hot in here or is it just me?” You practically pant. Looking around to try to find the restroom.

“Nah is just’ you love” John laughs, he watches the bead of sweat come down your forehead.

“Take off the gloves Bonnie.” Johnny says, taking another swig of his whiskey.

“No, it’s ok I think I’ll just get some fresh air” you’re panicking at this point as you begin to feel light headed. Coming out was a bad idea.

“Ya got somethin t’ hide?” Ghost questions.

“Nope, just don’t want to take the gloves off.” You try to act casual.

“Aye mate, she’s prolly got a ring on ‘er finger.” Johnny cackles.

“I’m not married Johnny, for the 100th fucking time” you reply, annoyed at this point.

You can’t take it anymore, it’s sweltering in here. Fuck it. Just take off the gloves.

You shake as you start to take off you gloves. Intricate ink staining your fingers and top of your hand. The boys went silent and look at your hands. Then you started to take off your hoodie. You’re wearing a black Lacey tank top, bust hanging out as well as your full sleeves of tattoos and chest piece.

Your eyes are locked on your drink, trying to act as casual as possible. You were afraid they’d think you were trashy, or ugly even with all your tattoos.

Ghosts eyes linger the longest, taking in every line of the artwork from your collarbones down to your hands. You glance over to them, only to see them mouths gaped and utterly shocked.

“What the fu-“ Johnny starts to exclaim before getting elbowed by price.

“She’s more inked up than you are ghost. How does that feel mate?” Kyle starts to laugh.

You roll your eyes and start to put on your hoodie again.

“No, no don’t put the hoodie back on. Your tattoos are……. Quite nice.” Price says. Giving you a smirk.

“Steamin Jesus Bonnie, you’re fockin hot!” Johnny practically yells.

Your mouth starts to smile corner to corner. You really thought the boys were going to give you shit, but instead they are practically eye fucking you.

You sit up straighter, allowing them to see the full frontal of your inked skin. Ghost then grabs one of your hands and brings it up to his face. He’s analyzing the colors and lines. Then his eyes move up your arms, then to your eyes.

Your face heats up, using your other hand to look away and block your pink cheeks. Ghost leans in and whispers “got any more we can’t see?”

Your head whips around to him shocked at first, then you quirk an eye brow and whisper back “I’ve got plenty more I can show you even a few piercings. Only if you want LT.” looking up at him with doe eyes and biting your lip. Ghost let’s go of your hand and finishes off his whiskey. You grab your drink and flash your tongue ring to the boys as you wrap your lips around the straw, sucking extra hard. Their eyes go wide, and their speech stunted.

Ghost grabs your hoodie and gloves, looking around at the rest of the boys.

“See ya tomorro’” he gruffs, winking at Johnny.

You squeak in surprise when ghost snatches your hand and practically drags you off your stool, heading swiftly to the door. Once outside and out of view, he pins you to the buildings wall. Gasping at the cold of the stone on your back, you hear ghost in your ear.

“I like that little noise, I also like these.” He starts to pepper open mouth kisses on your collarbones and shoulders. Referring to the ink.

“When we get back t’ base, I want t’ see every inch of ya, that’s an order.” He growls in your ear. You’re in totally shock as your LT has never even laid a hand on you, let alone had you pinned against a wall and leaving you soaking wet.

Needless to say, you didn’t wear gloves or long sleeves anymore. You also didn’t need to use any of your bedside toys anymore ;)

[mad-hatter-memes]

Shirts That Go Hard

A collection of dialogue prompts from sentences printed on shirts as seen on the blog shirtsthatgohard. Feel free to adjust quotes as necessary.

TW: Swearing, suggestive references, death references, drug references, just a whole lot of mature references.

"You say...Lesbians eat WHAT!!?"

"I do not serve cunt, I am cunt's servant."

"Contrary to popular belief, I have a dad."

"When I die I might not go to heaven. I don't know if they let cowboys in."

"Do you guys ever think about dying?"

"Sorry I missed church, I was busy practicing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian."

"I went to the Garfield Fan-Con In Cleveland, Ohio and all I got was pregnant."

"I have a lot of thoughts about the 2006 Adam Sandler film "Click"."

"I make my mom sad with my choices every day."

"I gotta see the candy first, then I get in the van. I'm not stupid."

"Your shirt says "Cocaine and Caviar" but your face says "Fish Sticks and Fentanyl"."

"Sorry I shoved a Rice Krispie Treat in your DVD player..."

"My parents said I could be anything, so I became an asshole."

"After all that surgery you are still ugly, and that is what gets me."

"Calling me fat is not an insult. I'm sorry my mom bought groceries and not crack.

"Denny's is just Waffle House for people who don't know how to fight."

"The only thing I like more than reading books is fucking."

"I am going to punch you in the mouth! With my mouth...softly...because I like you."

"You constantly amaze me, but not in a good way."

"If she is your girlfriend, why is she playing with my mullet?"

"What have you done to deserve your legs?"

""What's Updog?" how about you shut the fuck "Updog"?"

"I feel like 2007 Britney..."

"Jesus loves you, but I don't. Go fuck yourself."

"I don't know what's wrong with me but I can name several prescription medications that haven't helped."

"Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions."

"Everything I want to do is illegal!"

"I haven't lost my virginity, because I never lose."

"I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot one either."

"I believe in you! I also believe in Bigfoot so don't get too excited."

"Jesus loves you. It's just the rest of us who think you're an asshole."

"I just took 12 gas station dick pills and now I'm on my way to Applebee's."

"You can go to hell, I'm going to Toyotathon."

"I wish Italians were real..."

"Not now, sweetie. Mommy's cyberbullying the mayor."

"Baby girl you're so damn fine. Though, I'm trying to know if I can hit you with a pinecone.

"In this group is a Fox News viewer. Can't find them? That's because they live among us, be afraid..."

"You're not a "Bad Bitch", you're a bad person."

"If there's no Bingo in heaven, I'm NOT going."

"Toes are just thicker fingers."

"I'm gonna identify as a fucking problem."

"At least get me some coffee before you start in with your horseshit."

"You're twisted, perverted, and sick...I like that in a person!"

"I don't need life, I'm high on drugs!"

"Hating popular things doesn't make you an interesting person."

"Sorry princess, I only date women who might stab me."

"Kindly keep your bullshit to your fucking self."

"We're all trying to kill time, while time kills us."

"What the fuck is really going on?"

"If you heard anything bad about me, believe all that shit and leave me the fuck alone."

"Bigfoot is real and he tried to eat my ass."

"If you think I'm a bitch, you should meet my sister."

"Sweating sucks, I'd rather be embraced by the cold chill of autumn."

"Oh I don't drink, just drugs for me thanks!"

[kumtrina]

KATRINA: Are you leaving to go jackoff?

JACOB: Katrina, what the fuck?

KATRINA: You’ve been staring at my tits so I was wondering.

JACOB: I wasn’t staring at your tits!

KATRINA: Eww don’t lie. It’s ok. It turns me on when you stare at them.

JACOB: It does?? Why?

KATRINA: Because I know you like big tits and I have big tits so figure you J.O. to me.

JACOB: (has no fucking idea what to say)

KATRINA (clearly wet): I masturbate to thoughts of you masturbating to me.

JACOB: You’re such a bottomless slut, Katrina.

KATRINA (completely wet): And you’re a huge pervert. You like saying my name huh? Do you say it when you’re pumping off to me.

JACOB: You fucking bitch. Have you been spying on me?

KATRINA’s panties soak all the way through.

KATRINA: Maybe I have been. Or maybe I just took a guess and you snitched on yourself, you pervert.

JACOB is clearly erect through his sweatpants.

KATRINA: Jesus, Jacob. How badly do you want to fuck me?

JACOB: Gross. Never. I just like jacking off to you.

KATRINA: Wow way to break my heart and rebuild it in one sentence.

JACOB: Trying to call me out when you are goddamn soaking through your seat.

KATRINA checks the couch under her.

KATRINA: Fuck! How did you know??

JACOB: Girl, you do it all the time. Are you oblivious to the mess between your legs?

KATRINA: Oblivious in that it controls my every fucking thought. So yeah kinda.

JACOB: Do you have any thoughts that aren’t about fucking?

KATRINA: Some about eating. But I get horny thinking about food. So maybe I don’t. Maybe my every waking thought is about your big dumb dick.

JACOB: You’re a lesbian so why do you want to fuck me so bad?

KATRINA: I’m a lesbian and you still want to fuck me so bad.

JACOB: You’re horny for me because I jackoff to you?

KATRINA: Absolutely. And also I love dick and how men fuck. But I can’t stand men.

JACOB: So you can’t stand me?

KATRINA: Of course not, you’re annoying as fuck. But you’re my cousin and I love you.

JACOB: It feels weird hearing you call me cousin.

KATRINA: Well your dick’s still fully hard.

JACOB (laughing): That’s not what I meant. Cousin sounds weird because we’ve lived together for almost ten years. You feel more like a sister.

KATRINA: Do you think about me like a sister when you cum to me?

JACOB: Do you have a line?

KATRINA: Of course. We are nowhere near it.

JACOB: I do yeah. I think about you just as you are. Because it’s the naughty shit that gets me off good. It doesn’t mean I want to irl.

KATRINA: I want to irl. I’d let you put that cock wherever it wants to go. Right here and now.

JACOB: You’re serious aren’t you?

KATRINA: I’m all over this goddamn couch already.

JACOB: . . .

KATRINA: Oh my god you’re really considering it. We have to cum right now before we do anything further. We can’t make this decision with horny heads. Let’s jackoff. Together. Right here. Nobody is home but us. Our phones will go off when they are enter the neighborhood.

JACOB (pulling his beautiful dick out of his sweatpants): You sound like you’ve planned this.

KATRINA is the horniest ever seeing JACOB’s dick so close.

KATRINA: Jesus God I’ve never seen it up close before. Fuck. You’re beautiful. Don’t make fun of me if I start cumming way before you okay

KATRINA’s hand is already between her legs touching herself while she stares at JACOB’s cock.

KATRINA: Come closer. I want to smell your dick.

JACOB (gets closer as he’s told): Take your tits out.

KATRINA: (Does as she’s told)

JACOB: Goddamn your tits are so fucking great, Katrina.

JACOB is fully jacking off to KATRINA’s titties. JACOB’s cock is so close to KATRINA’s face, she’s sniffing it.

JACOB: You gross slut. You want that cock so bad don’t you?

KATRINA cums. Hard and wild. It’s loud and deep and goddamn glorious. She presses her face against JACOB’s hard dick as she cums it out on her fingers.

JACOB reaches down and gets a handful of KATRINA’s wetness. Then jacks off furiously to KATRINA’s cumface.

JACOB (about to cum): Where do you want my cum, Katrina? Where do you want me to cum?

KATRINA: (climaxing too hard for English)

JACOB tries to think of where KATRINA would want him to cum if she could speak. JACOB FANTASIZES IN HIS MIND KATRINA SAYING…

KATRINA: I want you to cum in my cunt.

JACOB responds out loud and out of context to everyone in the room with him.

JACOB: You want me to cum in your cunt, slut? As you wish.

JACOB takes off KATRINA’s disgustingly wet panties and mounts her.

KATRINA can’t speak but she can hear and she’s thinking…

KATRINA: Can this motherfucker read minds?!

JACOB gets two pumps in KATRINA’s cumming pussy and is about to blow.

KATRINA reaches down and grabs JACOB by the dick, leading him out of her and pumping his pussy-soaked dick as she lifts his dickhead to her big tits.

JACOB immediately busts big fat ropes of cum onto KATRINA’s big tits. She pumps it and pumps it.

KATRINA uses one arm to lift her big tits while she jacks off JACOB with her other hand. JACOB fucking unloads onto those great big tits.

KATRINA: Fingerfuck me.

JACOB fingerfucks his sistercousin.

The moment JACOB’s wide clumsy fingers are stuffed up KATRINA’s drenched pussyhole, she’s cumming on them.

JACOB: Goddamn you’re a great fuck, Katrina.

KATRINA handlessly takes JACOB’s big hard dick into her sluttiest mouth.

KATRINA straight up sucks her cousin���s dick.

JACOB stays hard and gives KATRINA a hearty facefuck. KATRINA takes him into her neck and finishes him there, draining JACOB’s big horny nuts into her slutty stomach.

JACOB: God. Fucking. Damn. Katrina you’re the best fuck!

She’s still pulling nut from him.

JACOB: I’m sorry I fought you so long. You are fucking great.

KATRINA: Jacob, you fucked me!

She sucks his cum off her own tits.

KATRINA: You made all this cum for my pussy. You were going to cum in me!

JACOB: I thought it’s what you wanted!

KATRINA: It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Fuck me again. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Fill me with your cum.

JACOB gets his dick in KATRINA’s pussy and she cums on it in one pump.

JACOB is going to cum too.

JACOB: Where do you want me to cum?

KATRINA (as is prophecy): In my pussy. Cum in my pussy, Jacob.

JACOB (cumming in KATRINA’s forbidden pussy): Katrina!! Katrina!!!

KATRINA: My god I can feel you cumming in me.

KATRINA and JACOB cum on their cum and fuck to their fuck until their phones go off.

FADE BLACK.

[tkachukisms]

happy saturday caturday everyone. sadly this doesn't work because there isn't a cats game today but if you look into your soul there can be! | yeah these are all going to be max images now. I'm also unsure how we got here, yeah

[casualavocados]

If anyone allows Zhang Teng to get in again, I'll kill them!

AI DI + talking about & attitude towards death KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[scoobydoodean]

Oh, I see. You and all your little friends are just too DUMB to understand. Too low IQ. The arguments sure is convincing.

I’m not kidding they really are saying somewhere out there that Kripke couldn’t possibly understand what it means to be blue collar because to do that, you’d have to have read about the value of a linen coat (which is not directly related to any of this btw) from Marx’s Das Kapital. Kripke of course couldn’t possibly have read it, and if you haven’t read it, you can’t possibly understand anything about class. You have to have read Theory™️ to understand what it means to be *looks down my nose at people who I assume Have Not Read All The Books That I Did* blue collar *sips from tea cup with my pinky out, chortling*

[skitskatdacat63]

Hello guys!!!!! Aforementioned project is finally finished 🫠 It was meant to be just a simple weekend project, and ended up being 30+ hours over the period of like four days. I don't think I'm an actual normal human anymore. This is the project that caused everyone in my life to question my mental and physical wellbeing and health. But I'm super excited to share this all of you!!!! Please enjoy!!!! Even if you don't like vettonso, I hope this is still interesting????

If you make any, please reblog this or tag me in it! I'm excited to see what other people, other than just me suffering alone in my bedroom, make out of this!!! <3

[brain-rot-hour]

I can't find the post anymore but as a nationally ranked Asiatic style horse archer that can't throw a ball to hit the broad side of a barn

I can empathize with Kagome struggling with the beads in the third movie

[pardonmydelays]

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[oxymoronicdumbass]

if i have to sit through one more conversation in which i have to listen to someone chirp about the benefits of AI, i am going to stab someone

[andromedaexists]

"i'm literally never beating the allegations" and then the allegations are that i like skrunkly looking guys

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

yall ever see a fan take so racist you have to leave the app

[divinekangaroo]

rewatching S6 in bits and pieces for current fic and ahhhhhhhhhh but the whole Jack, Diana, Mosley and Lizzie final dinner is so *viscerally* fucking satisfying on every sensory and intellectual and emotional level of consumption.

[talentforlying]

might go without saying, but rewatching midnight mass knowing you'll finish the last episode less than an hour before your class? not a good idea.