#but since there are mentions of the nasty

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Did kook Ford ever meet the twins. Sorry If you already answered this.

He does eventually! No worries, I haven't answered this before, and this ask is a perfect opportunity to talk about the mystery twins' lore while we're at it :)

Mabel and Dipper were put into foster care at a young age due to their parent's divorce; neither party being willing to take custody of the twins. Since there were no close friends of relatives who were available to take care of the twins (I'm going to put Sherman and his wife out of the picture for now since I'm not sure how to get around that plot hole), Stanley pulled some strings to adopt the twins, making him a legal guardian to them :) As far as the twins know, though, Stanley is not related to them in any way.

Stan tries his best to not to involve the kids in his mafia business, although, the twins are still aware on some level that their "uncle" is not exactly a saint, and neither is his "work". But they love him nonetheless.

Anyways, the twins get actually introduced to the lore way later. The adoption happened a while ago, and several years later the twins are 11 and bored during the summer holidays. Which is perfect timing for Stan, because he needs them out of the house and away for the time being while he's busy taking care of his "work". He doesn't want them to go stir crazy and start causing trouble, so he decides to send them away to some remote town in Oregon called "Gravity Falls", where there is the least amount of violent gang activity and is far, far away from anywhere under enemy mafia dominion (other than his).

Stan lets them go their merry way with a chaperone (Soos) to stay over at his Abuelita's house. He double makes sure the twins are looked after by hiring one of the locals who owe him a favor (Manly Dan's family) to watch over them. This is how Wendy comes into the picture (she doesn't play that big of a role but still) :)

The twins are understandably a little put off by the fact that their uncle just sent them away to the middle of nowhere, but they manage to befriend some of the townsfolk and even find a strange journal in the woods.

They eventually meet Stanford, the unstable old "town kook" that everyone in town has warned them about and adviced to stay away from, and befriend him. He's amicable enough, but he always seems as though he knows more than he himself realizes.

And you'd think this is all there is that Gravity Falls has to offer. Just some strange anomalies and even stranger townsfolk.

But, Dipper wishes to learn more about the anomalies in town, to which Wendy off handedly mentions how her father used to talk about an anomaly researcher that once lived in town. When they all go ask Manly Dan for more information, he refuses to elaborate on it, calling it "nasty business" that they shouldn't be getting involved with.

Obviously, being kids, they decide to get involved in it.

Dipper and Mabel go looking for signs of this so-called "scientist" around town, picking up more clues from what the townsfolk tell them. Until eventually, their investigation leads them to a shack on the edge of town, nestled deep within the dense woods.

The house where the researcher supposedly once resided is abandonned and decrepit. They explore its ruins, but end up finding more questions than answers in the endless sea of indecipherable notes; strange books; rotted specimens and morbid bloody stains. However, the biggest mystery of them all had to be what was hidden beneath the shack. Behind innocuous doors and rickety elevators that brought them down, down, down to a massive structure buried deep underground; the mystery behind this strange researcher seemed to grow ever more.

[luiluvr]

college! luigi struck down by a cold during finals week and still trying to keep up with school, ta stuff, frat stuff etc and reader urging him to rest and take care of himself and practically forcing him onto the couch with tea <333

I LOVE THIS 😓😓❤️

WARNINGS: none! just affection and luigi being sick, mentions of Y/N

Luigi was always persistent in his work, he was incredibly dedicated and prompt with deadlines; especially in college. Only problem: he’s too dedicated. He would make sure his work is accomplished even if the world was ending.

So when a casual cold that everyone was inevitably getting during the winter semester, you found yourself trying to encourage him to take a break. The first day he had symptoms and felt under the weather: “I’m fine, it’s just a headache and runny nose. I’ll take something before bed and I’ll wake up feeling better.”

His words against yours you suppose.

Your classes were a lot earlier than his, so naturally you woke up way before him. You made yourself a to-go cup of coffee, gathered your bag and headed out. The two of you lived in different dorms; but they were across the hall from one another, which meant you saw each other all the time.

The day was normal, nothing of interest, you got through your morning class and a lengthy final, you were grateful to get it out of the way. You were on your way to a meeting with some other students about one of the support groups, there were usually two held during the day, you preferred attending the early one since there’s no classes during. On your way, you decided to drop in on Luigi, he was just barely waking up and getting around. Sluggishly. Very slowly.

You loved him but he looked like death. He stood at the small kitchen counter, a very.. yucky cough escapes his mouth. “You sound lovely.” You say as you set your bag down on a chair and watch him, he groans and mutters something inaudible. “I feel fantastic too.” He says back.

“So much for feeling better, hm?” You state a little cockily, he just glares at you. It’s funny but you also feel bad about it, his dark brown eyes are glossed over, his beard stubble was growing back on his jawline and chin; which he always hated and tried to maintain. His nose was getting red around the nostril where he would wipe and blow. Somehow, even in sickness the asshole managed to look cute. He just seemed laggy, not all there but also, too present. His ears hurt, they popped every time he drank from his water bottle. “Shut up.” He murmurs.

“You should stay here, get rest.” You say, tiptoeing to reach into a cupboard and get the box of elderberry tea out. It was nasty but it always helped when you were sick, so you bought some for Luigi. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that! I have finals all this week, plus a frat meeting Wednesday, which is really important, Y/N!” He was trying to be stern and get his words out quick, but he ended up just coughing excessively, rubbing his temple. Annoyed — almost.

“Jeez, Lu, I know this week is the worst to get sick during but you gotta focus on your health too, ya’know.” You say.

“I do know, but I already checked… I’m not running a fever so I’ll take a Tylenol later for my headache and some cough syrup before I leave. I have a two different exams today in calculus and algorithms, on top of that I’m the one planning the frat meeting, and quite frankly I haven’t really done much for it. I have no idea where it’s even going to be held this week.” He sighs and plops down on a chair.

“You’re overworking yourself, Lu. It’s catching up to you and now you’re sick.”

“It has nothing to do with it, sweetheart.” He says in that tone — you sigh, “I’m not gonna force you, but you need to rest. I’m fine with helping you plan whatever it is you need help with. However, I’m sure the other fraternity members would understand you needing to cancel and reschedule. It’s going all around, even a few of my professors had to cancel classes for the week.” Of course, he was stubborn and did it his way. Men never listen.

You went on to attend your last couple of classes and take the finals, Luigi forced himself to go Monday and Tuesday. Some of his friends came up and told you about his stubbornness in classes when the professor confronted him about not feeling well. As a teacher’s assistant, he resisted and insisted he was fine. Obviously everyone else didn’t think so because he had to sit away from other students as to not spread the bug.

As the week progressed he became more loopy, while you checked in on him daily, you finally decided to put your foot down. “Luigi Nicholas Mangione, you are staying in this dorm and you are resting. I don’t care if I have to strap you to that bed, I already canceled the fraternity meeting, a few of the members are sick as well and your professors are willing to reschedule a day for you to take the finals.”

He sat there, listening to you, his legs hung over the edge of his bed, looking more pale, his red nose had worsened and he trembled from being cold yet simultaneously overheated. His room was unusually messy, his clothes he’d worn the past few days was tossed around, he slept shirtless and there was an attempt to get tissue in the trashcan, but he wasn’t a basketball player. They were scattered lazily.

“But it’s only two finals, I don’t have any tomorrow or Friday,” He starts but you cut him off. “No, Luigi. I’m serious-” He pushes by you. “I’m fine, I just need to take my medicine for the morning.” You roll your eyes, following him into the other part of the dorm.

“Sit down.” You say firmly, you never use a really stern or somewhat harsh tone with him. You don’t like it. He glances at you as he stands awkwardly, shifting his tall figure. “But…”

“No, you heard me. Sit on the couch.”

He grumbles and finally sits on the small gray-colored couch, folding his arms like a toddler. You heat up water in a coffee maker and get the elderberry baggies for the tea he clearly hasn’t been drinking.

He’s been achy from doing so much, his body was tired. His back had been sore for a couple of weeks now and this cold didn’t help. You give him a blanket and bring him his laptop to watch TV on, then you set the mug on a coaster atop an inn table beside him. He feels a little defeated but he can’t deny he likes being tended to. Especially by you.

“There. Not so bad is it?” You question and he looks up at you innocently. What a stupid pretty boy. “Well, I’m not entirely against you taking care of me.” He flutters his long lashes. You chuckle and gently sit across from him. At this point in the relationship, you two never cared if the other was sick, he would lay with you, kiss you and care for you every time you were sick; even if it wasn’t solely an immune system sickness.

You pull him over into your embrace, he lays his head on your chest. His muscular arm tucks around you, making sure to pull up and share the throw blanket. He smiles and gazes up to you.

It’s cute seeing him with his beard growing out and rosy cheeks. Although you could do without the snotty and congested part; his feverish body kept you warm. You return with a cheeky grin and gently place a little kiss on his chapped lips. “You need some chapstick, Lu.” You murmured against them.

“I know. I lost the one I had.”

“How? You just bought it a couple weeks ago.”

“I don’t keep track of everything.”

You shake your head, tracing little patterns across his back with your fingertip. He leans over for a minute, sort of sitting up and lifts the mug with tea to take a big sip. His face contorts, you knew how funny elderberry tasted. It wasn’t the best. You laugh at his reaction, “That’s…disgusting.” He says quietly, “Yeah, but it helps.” He nodded, “Thanks for.. Helping me.” He lays his head down, burying his face in your chest once more.

“That’s what I’m here for. Next time you should really listen and rest.” He tilts his head back and itches his neck, “Yeah, yeah… You’re right. As always.”

“Don’t say it like that!” You say, eliciting laughter out of you both, before you let out a hefty sneeze. “Bless you.” Luigi says, reaching up to brush hair from your head. His thumb traces down your cheek; you sneezed again, this time it inflicted an immediate headache. Great.

He knew the inevitable had caught you too. You give him an unamused look, Luigi grins and stares back up at you.

“Welcome to the club, sweetheart.”

[m1rotics]

Possessive

cult leader's son!hongjoong x fem!reader (however body isn't mentioned

this is literally just hongjoong being a weird little freak but this marks the end of her ability to be friends with anyone besides him. hongjoong is a HUGE red flag.

hongjoong is staring again, you can see him over yunho's shoulder, off in the distance, next to someone's house. you can see his wide eyes trained on you. you force your gaze back to yunho with his bright smile and kind eyes. he's cute. charming. the kind of boy that oozes happiness. you're pretty sure he bleeds sunshine.

yunho's a nice boy. he's fourteen just like you. he's so sweet, it makes your teeth ache. he's got an easy laugh, and he helps your neighbors out from time to time— hell, he's even helped your mom a few times. he's everything hongjoong is not, and that— that bores you. thinking too much about it feels like pressing on a nasty bruise, so naturally, you ignore it.

despite the realization that this is beyond rude, your eyes wander back to hongjoong. he tilts his head, and grins but it doesn't reach his eyes. it's not mirthful. it's lackluster, dull like a rusty blade. it's barely visible, and you barely make out the idents of it but somehow you see it. then, his mouth starts moving, "come here."

your eyes drift back to yunho, tuning back into what he's saying. something about his brother, whose name you didn't catch, and how the heat has been killing him lately . mundane stuff. immediately, your mind jumps to other things. you don't know what hongjoong wants from you because he hasn't talked to you since that time by the river, and you're not close, like, at all. (you choose to disregard how bummed out you were when he started keeping his distance again.) you're barely even acquaintances.

you look past him again, but hongjoong isn't there anymore. you don't think he's gone far though, he wouldn't have. he wants you to come to him.

and that's what you do.

looking at yunho, you cut off his ramblings with a small, "it's been so nice talking to you but I have to go."

yunho pauses, eyebrows knitting together. he scans your face like you're a puzzle, trying to understand. after finding nothing, he says, "um, okay."

you don't give him any time to ask questions, rushing off in the direction you saw hongjoong. it doesn't matter that he's gone, you'll find him somewhere in the area. once you make it, a hand tugs you behind the building. you stumble a bit, narrowly catching yourself on the wall. you turn around to face him, hongjoong doesn't say anything, simply looks.

"wha-"

"who was that?" he snaps, cutting you off.

"who? yunho?"

"you know his name" he says, terse "is he your friend?"

"kinda," you mutter, and hongjoong smiles again. it's sharp this time, threatening. he steps closer and you back up, "really? you two seemed close."

stunned, your mouth opens and closes. there's so many questions running through your head, that all your words die on your tongue. hongjoong inches closer, you back away as much as you can until your back hits the wall.

"tell me, is he your boyfriend?"

you vehemently shake your head. hongjoong laughs; short puffs of air through his nose.

"then you must be fucking him? is that why he looks at you like that? because he's been sticking his dick in you."

the words impale you, leave you stuck there, choking on air. they poison your blood, make your heart pick up. beating faster.

"why," you swallow, throat dry, "do you care?"

hongjoong's eye twitches and he sneers, borderline snarling; mouth curled like a wild dog. he looks feral. he looks mean. dead eyes staring back at you. they bounce around from your eyes, to your nose, to your mouth and back up. his hands settle on your arms, slightly below your shoulders, and squeezes. his grip aches. you can feel the bruises blooming beneath his fingertips.

"I care," he spits, his tone scathing, "because you're mine."

you blink dumbly. hummingbird heart pounding in your chest, beating against the cage of your ribs. you would've laughed at the childish decree if the situation was different, if anyone else uttered such nonsense, but it's hongjoong saying it that makes it difficult.

"do you understand?"

slowly, you nod.

hongjoong's grip eases up a bit, "good, but I want to hear you say it."

"I'm yours," you mumble. you can't tell if you're embarrassed or shy or nervous and this feels like selling yourself away. what you do know is that your stomach is flipping and eating itself from whatever it is that you're feeling and looking at hongjoong's surprisingly pleased expression, you think you might've gotten in over your head.

in a flash, hongjoong's back to normal like nothing ever happened. his face blank, eyes vacant, hands dropping to his side, "it'll be in your best interest not to forget it."

and with that said, he leaves.

[writinglionqueen]

How's Your Head

It hurt.

Goddamn did it hurt.

Your head was pounding as the crew rush you backstage after receiving a nasty bump from your match. Your ears were ringing and the lights were starting to look like a kaleidoscope with every uneven step.

Of course you would receive such a bump during your match; hitting your head on one of the ring posts. It almost knocked you out but the hot feeling of blood running down your head kept you in until you got the win. But it wasn't long until the crew come down to get you out of the ring. They were quick to rush you to the medical room so they could inspect your condition there.

And not far behind you and the crew, you knew Drew was there. He had watched your match backstage like he always did. So, he had watched as you hit your head and everything. He was probably worried out of his mind for you, given the nature of the relationship you and him head. And you had faintly heard his voice through the crew's utterings of what to do when they got you to the room. You couldn't pay him any mind as one of the medical personnel looked at your head assessing if your wound needed any stitches or staples.

"Good and bad news," the medic said. "The good news is that it's not that deep or big. Bad news is that it you will need a couple staples." You gave a thumbs up to let them know you had heard and to proceed. The person was quick to numb the area, staple you up and clean what they could. "There's a good chance you have a concussion. I want you to lie down when you get to your hotel. Turn the lights out. I was gonna say that I was gonna fetch someone to take you to your hotel but I'm sure the Scotsman outside will take you, he's been outside since we started this." You nodded very slightly. Your head was still ringing.

The medic left, closing the door behind them. You closed your eyes and bowed your head, hoping the pain would die away. Maybe the medic had told you they had something for you to take when they were done but you didn't hear it and you didn't dare open your eyes to try and find it. And this was your first head injury since the start of your career. At least one that caused you to now be concussed. You wondered what you needed to do because of this. Drew would know.

The door clicked open and footsteps came into the room. It was Drew. No doubt about it.

"You ok?" he asked you as quietly as he could. He probably knew what you were feeling and new that loud sounds would only make it worse.

"Yeah," you hoarsely say.

"Looks like they left you something to take for the pain if you haven't taken anything yet," he mentioned. You gave a quick sigh of relief.

"That's good, I need it."

"How's your head?"

"Never had any complaints," your PG-13 mind was very quick to quip even with the pounding your head was feeling. Of course you wouldn't miss a beat.

Your quip had Drew chuckling.

"You know Princess, when you're up for it I'll take you up on the offer," he said to you. "But for now, let's get you to the hotel to rest up." You smiled at that.

"That sounds nice," you sigh. "This is gonna suck, isn't it?" Another chuckle sounded from Drew.

"Not as much as you will when you're no longer concussed."

You wanted to laugh. You really did but the act of smiling made your head pound worse.

"Fuuuuck," you groaned before holding your hand out. "Give me the pills first then we can go." Drew sighed.

You both could tell this was going to be a long night...and not in a fun way.

~~~

So I had a funny quip that I thought would make a good quick fic...and i ran with it. Sorry y'all that it's been a while since I've given you a real fic. Life's life haha!

Hope you like this though. If you did please don't forget to like and reblog for support. 💛🖤

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[writingtraumaforever]

WRITING/HEALTH UPDATE

I did, in fact, bust my eardrums on the flight back home from my vacation as well as got a pretty nasty sinus infection that resulted in some slight pneumonia and have been on medicine since then. This medicine has been very drowsy and dizzying (not to mention the fluid in my ears making it worse), so sitting down to write really long things like Chapters has been extremely difficult for me since my brain wanders and my eyes go a bit fuzzy. Plus my hearing is only just now back to what I would call pretty close to normal.

HOWEVER. Today is my last day taking the medicine.

SO HOPEFULLY ILL BE BACK TO NORMAL SOON!

I have been writing little bits of the next chapter of Uncontrolled Chaos over the past week and only have about 2,000 words right now, and still have quite a bit I’d like to add to it before posting it.

So hopefully I’ll have it up sometime this week. This weekend at the latest.

Thank you to everyone who has been so kind and patient with me. ��

[ratsoh-writes]

Since I’ve had several anons ask this, and the old posts I think are kinda vauge, here it is!

Baby-making~

lol this is all technical so don’t expect any crazy hanky panky in this post. I will put it under the cut either way though

Alright the art of the soul and baby making. How does it work?

When a souling is made, two souls briefly merge and combine magic. When they break away, a souling, or a half soul is created.

First the two monster parents, or the monster and human have to have some sort of attachment to each other. Feelings of protectiveness, affection and dependency are necessary to get the soul to put out the magic needed to make a souling

They must be in a focused state. Outside stimuli/distractions will prevent the souls from properly merging. This is why sexual contact is necessary because at the point of “finishing” the only stimuli a monster can feel on is their own body and partner, allowing the soul to completely focus on its task

They must have the necessary amount of magic to spare for a souling. When souls merge to create a souling, they donate 1/4 of their magic reserves leaving the parent drained/exhausted afterwards. If the monster isn’t healthy enough to give away this energy, any baby isn’t possible

One parent must be able to carry the child. The souling has to go somewhere. Monster gestation is typically around 11 months. Humans pregnant with a half breed child have it shorter at 10 months and mage children follow the normal 9 month human pregnancies in both human and half breed parents.

What is a souling?

A souling is a sliver of a new soul. Created from a fourth of each parents magic. The souling is only half of a soul, but as it rests in gestation, regular feedings of magic from the father and close family and friends helps it grow into a fully functional soul

Once the souling has become a full soul, it begins forming a body. Most likely it takes after the parent who donated the most magic, which is typically the monster who fathered the souling. It’s about a 39.5% chance to be the same subspecies of the “mother” parent and a 59.5% chance of matching the “father” subspecies. There’s a 1% chance that the souling turns into a new monster subspecies that is a blend of its parents.

Month two is when the soul is completed, by month five parents can tell at the doctors what kind of monster the baby will be

How do humans affect this?

Humans and monsters can have kids together, but with some differences in conception. When two monsters create a souling, both souls release magic at the same time. However as humans aren’t as connected to their souls the way monsters are, the monster soul releases first. By the time this action prompts the human soul to also add magic, the monster has donated near 1/3 of the magic necessary to create the souling.

The joining of a human and monster results in what’s called a half breed. This creature is not actually half half, but is closer to 2/3rds monster and 1/3 human. This is why half breed monsters appear fully monster on the outside.

Half breeds do have some differences from their full monster parents. All monsters report a distinct “earthy” smell to them, like a blend of physical and magic (while humans smell fully physical). But the best way to tell is to have the half breed summon their soul. All half breed monsters have one human soul trait resulting in a colored soul unlike the glowing white color of a monsters soul

Half breed monsters also develop differently than full monsters. The babies are born with stable souls, meaning they no longer need boosts of magic from their parents erasing the weaning stage. Half breed monsters also on average are much stronger then their monster subspecies magic wise. They have the added benefit of much lower rates of ecto/soul disorders. However the power that their human part brings also shortens their lifespans. While a full monster will typically live between 690-710 years, a half breed has the lifespan of 500-550 years.

Why do monsters have trouble having kids?

The conditions necessary to have children are very hard to meet. Not only does your health have to be at a certain level, the monster also has to have the right mental state in the moment to coax the soul out, and they even have to have strong enough magic to make it happen. Some are born weaker and despite being healthy enough to function, they will never have enough extra magic to spare for a souling

Timing: only the very magically powerful can have kids outside of their heat. For the normal monster, their heat is the only few times a year their soul will dedicate its efforts into piling magic into the reserves for potential children. Imagine your period came with not just cramps, but a crazy high libido, fever, the sweats and mood swings… actually this is a bad example lol. Periods suck. Anyways heats suck too. But hey! No blood at least!

The cooldown period: unlike humans who can be capable of falling pregnant again just a few weeks after birth, monsters take years to fully recover their reserves. The average monster will be infertile after giving birth/fathering a child for an average of 5.5 years.

Weaning: if the cooldown period wasn’t enough, the parents are guaranteed that they won’t have more children because of how current newborns affect their souls (similar to how mothers hormones change). Young babies still need boosts of magic same as when their parents were pregnant will them. This act prevents the soul from allowing another soul to form. Most monster babies are safely weaned from this around two years of age, (with halfbreed babies as an exception. They are born stable and don’t need to be boosted by their parents magic)

Inbreeding: yep, in the isolated AUs (ones with no human contact before the crash), all the monster populations have started to reach a critical point where there were no longer other monsters far enough in the family tree to ensure having kids without complications. The closer two souls are to each other, the harder it is to get a souling to properly latch during conception. Humans bring a sort of cleansing to the monster gene pool that the isolated AUs were no longer getting. The most far gone AUs were the lusts who all resulted in creating artificial heats in an attempt to avoid extinction.

Community: a monster carrying a child cannot carry to term without the other parent or an active helper who’s able to regularly boost the souling with their own magic. The carrying monster exerts all its spare energy into keeping the chamber the souling resides in safe and healthy. Without the outside help, the souling starves and eventually fades away making the carrying parent loose it.

Ease of miscarriage. Monsters are fragile when pregnant, it’s very common for carrying monsters to miscarry when put in fight/flight situations. The body rejects the souling in order to possibly bolster its own defense. This is also why attacking a pregnant monster or woman is considered the ultimate sin in ebott. Right there with harming kids. Dammit they have so much trouble having children, that anyone who threatens that is basically jumped

Mages

A mage is the true “half breed” between a monster and human. A mage is what happens when a soul is 1/2 monster and 1/2 human. These creatures are extremely varied containing traits of both their closest monster ancestor and their human family. Some do well at passing as fully human while others could be mistaken as a slightly humanoid monster subspecies. Even mages of the same type have different markers for what monster they came from

Mages have the benefit of the magic of a monster while also the physical body of a human. Their souls are sturdier and they’re much more capable of bouncing back from injury compared to their monster and half breed family. However like the halfbreed, the mages sacrifice is lifespan. The average mage only lives between 250-300 years old.

What makes what?

Monster x monster: almost always another monster. 1% chance of a new monster subspecies, .0001 % chance of a half breed if both parents have a human ancestor at most 5 generations away in the family tree

Monster x halfbreed: 70% monster, 28% half breed, 2% new monster subspecies

Monster x mage: 70% half breed, 27% monster, 3% new monster subspecies

Monster x human: 100% halfbreed

Human x halfbreed: 95% mage, 5% full human

Human x mage: 90% full human, 10% mage

Mage x halfbreed: 50% mage, 20% halfbreed, 20% human, 10% monster

Mage x mage: 50% human, 25% mage, 25% halfbreed

More fun baby facts!

Baby monsters are born with teeth! (At least if they’re a subspecies that has them lol). However the first few months of life, the teeth are soft, too soft to properly chew, so their food must be puréed or mashed until their first set of teeth hardens. Most monster babies are ready for hard food when they’re about 6 months old.

While a monster infant may not have the best eyesight, their sense of smell is just as good at infancy as it is in adult hood. Babies recognize their parents through scent rather than sight or sound for the first few weeks of their life

Babies normally display their first “external” magic skills around 9 months, but encouragement or high emotion can make this happen earlier. The earliest record of a monster baby displaying magic was a little fire elemental baby only 4 months old.

[carlyraejepsans]

yeah no that's an intentional sign that i condone real life incest. i also didn't write "in private" and "not in the presence of a minor" so that obviously means i support public indecency and child sexual abuse. you fucking idiot.

[magnusbae]

I don't know who needs to hear this but if you share Instagram links it will tell people your name in a huge pop message in the middle of their screen. (You can test it out by pasting your own url into an incognito window without logging into ig). The only way to avoid it is to manually edit the urls you share and remove this entire portion of text and all that follows from your url: /?igsh=

Anyway, happy not doxxing yourselves 👏🏻👏🏻

[collectorcookie]

they released the full body image for the outfits and i now get to roast murr on unsafe lab practices (<- worked in labs before). Explanation in tags

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Magneto would love lumpia meanwhile Charles would have his Bibingka and Puto Bungbong hehe

Happy Holidays!

asks that remind me my bitchass friend kayla promised to make me *puto two years ago and she still hasnt

*puto is a filipino rice cake i do know it also means 'bitch' in spanish we do not have to address that thank you

[stereorebel]

if i see/hear one more white usamerican claim to be from a country they're not just because that country may or may not pop up on a dna test they could take i will implode/hj

[orcelito]

Salty bitch in me sooooo satisfied by the fact that I probably make more money than the person who made my life hell last year lmfaooooo

[gynandromorph]

saw someone claim ducks mate for life... like, of all the animals you could claim mate for life. ducks? infamous will-gangrape-females-to-death ducks? evolved-foot-long-screwdriver-penises-to-counteract-the-anti-rape-shaped-vagina-of-females ducks??? you want to lie on THEIR hill? of any guy you could pick?

[saltwukong]

Bitches will literally tell you a story that they were the villain of.

[phantomoftheorpheum]

hey y'all, I know this wasn't one of you, because I didn't lose any followers when I blocked these people, but just to be 100% completely fucking clear- I will not tolerate hate speech of any kind on my posts. my replies are open because I love hearing various perspectives on the stuff I talk about, but if you reply with anything that could be considered hate speech, or if you're just straight up being an asshole, I will delete your reply and block you immediately. if you put anon hate in my inbox, I won't argue with you, you're just gone. it's 20fucking24 and I am too old and too tired to give you the attention you're so clearly desperate for.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

(you can answer privately if you want :0) saw your post about not having drank a Water in so long. i'm curious if you drink beverages other than dr pepper? i mean nothing wrong with the dr pepper or the not drinking a water. i actually didn't know if you had any favorite drinks before now. tl;dr: you as the blog in my computer said you drink dr pepper and now i want to know More about your beverage preferences for some reason

I drink. Far too much Dr. Pepper. Far more than anyone should. It is my favorite beverage, and the house always has some so more than anything it is Convenient. Which is the main deciding factor in what I drink. I can just grab a can and go no cups required

Sprite usually if no Dr. Pepper is available at a restaurant or something. Mtn Dew I only drink if it's poured from a cold 2liter and I am eating Little Ceasars pizza

I also like Yoohoo! Chocolate milk my beloved. And just regular milk I sometimes drink too. If we have chocolate power in the house (for chocolate milk or hot chocolate) I'll like, have a few cups for a few days and then just start eating the powder

Hmm Cool Blue Gatorade if I'm dehydrated/in period pain/sick

And sweet tea! Sweet tea used to be my main drink before dr. Pepper became so abundant in the house. And I love it! But alas, it is not convenient, bc everyone else loves it, and a gallon is gone in a day