#dumped auto

[daekiyu]

trikey dump :)

[magicicephoenix]

*long suffering sigh*... no google docs... we aren't taking jamie's face... there's a difference...

[artseniccatnip]

why does the beastie not just win on its own? is it stupid?

[suidi4com]

NO ROMAN I DON`T WANT GO TO BOWLING

[sirsparklepants]

I am. SO tired of video captions like "sound on!!!" and "you have to listen to this the delivery really makes it". It's tasteless. There's a hundred reasons someone isn't going to be able to listen to the sound, disability very much included. Explain WHY the sound is funny, for fucks sake. "The Benny Hill theme was an inspired choice for the music here". "Colin Mochrie does that schoolgirl voice and it's HILARIOUS". Shit like that is not that much more effort.

[lowvintagesims]

curing my same face syndrome pt. 2: randomize in CAS until you get someone hot

[kalinko]

bug david 𓆣

pinterest || playlist || art

bug david is a canadian veteran and sniper who has been running heists for two decades. following her rough childhood and military tour during the gulf war, she entered a partnership with michael townley and trevor philips. her life was thick was hedonism for ten years – murder, drugs, sex, money. she only came down to earth following the botched heist of ‘04, which pushed her into hiding and she presumed her old friends were dead. in 2010, he moved to los santos for a fresh start and took assassination contracts for her primary source of income. three years later, bug was put in contact with lester crest, and subsequently reignited her unorthodox friendships.

name: bug david (nee melissa david) was given the nickname ‘bug-eyes’ in the military (later shortened to ‘bug’) and she opted to use that name over her birth name pretty much exclusively.

age: 49 in 2013 (main story of gta v) d.o.b. august 21st, 1964

gender: ??? (she/he pronouns) was socialised primarily as a dude growing up and while in the military; bug does not care much for gender generally and thinks it’s unimportant. does however hate being referred to as ‘melissa’, and responds neutrally to both feminine and masculine terms, so take that as you will.

sexuality: ??? bug never bothered labelling herself because she thought it was pointless given that he was never into traditional relationships. there has been flings with men, women, everything in between.

timeline

(cw: abuse, ptsd, drug addiction, miscarriage, overdose. list is not extensive, read w/ caution)

1964: bug is born in new brunswick to parents katlin milliea and terrence david. she is the youngest child and has five older brothers.

1967: due to her parents marrying, bug’s mother loses her native status and is forced out of the  mi'kmaq reservation. the family move to saskatchewan, to a small town on the canada-us border.

1972: bug’s mother engages in sex work to pay off her father’s drug debts. when under the care of their father, the children are subjected to physical and verbal abuse.

1980: after her 16th birthday, bug moves into an apartment with her brothers to escape their turbulent home life. three of bug’s eldest brothers enlist in the military.

1982: bug scrapes the grades necessary to graduate from high school.

1984: while attending community college, bug works odd jobs at a local slaughterhouse.

1989: bug drops out of community college and opts to enlist in the military following the legalisation of women in combat roles.

1990: bug is deployed as a field sniper in the middle east during the gulf war.

1991: bug is discharged following a suicide attempt.

1992: bug returns to canada and moves along the border. she self-medicates with recreational drugs due to ptsd.

1993: bug picks up shady shooting jobs due to her lack of education and skills outside of military experience. these include illegal poachings, and cheap assassinations (usually scorned spouses looking to get rid of their partners)

1994: at a shooting range, bug is approached by michael townley who propositions a job. she is hired as sniper support for an armored truck heist. bug meets trevor for the first time.

1995: bug & trevor enter a complex emotional and sexual relationship, which they keep from michael.

1999: bug & michael’s friendship begins to deteriorate due to her jealousy regarding the bond he has with trevor.

2003: the trio temporarily moved to north yankton to carry out a handful of jobs.

2004: michael sets up the lundendorff heist but bug refuses to participate due to their tumultuous relationship. bug finds out she is pregnant and opts to tell trevor when they return from ludendorff. the botched heist takes place. bug goes into hiding in the north of canada and later suffers a miscarriage.

2005: after a year of searching with no leads, bug presumes trevor and michael to be dead. bug becomes reliant on a myriad of drugs, primarily heroin.

2007: bug attempts to get back into heists but ends up murdering her replacement crew in an emotional fit.

2010: after an epiphany following a near-overdose, bug sporadically packs up and moves to los santos.

2011: bug works at a bar part-time while taking assassination contracts for her primarily form of income. bug serves community service after being caught trespassing in an abandoned building.

2013: bug is contacted by lester crest for a job, and informed michael is alive and ‘back in the game’. through his intel, she discovers trevor is alive. she rekindles her old friendships with the pair.

[msenglishgent]

honestly I’m just curious how an art post will do on Tumblr in 2023

(older art lol sorry)

[noonewouldlisten25]

Real footage of my ass at 4am mapping out details for my "Johnny and V get safely separated//Johnny gets his own body" idea instead of sleeping and getting ready for work like a normal, responsible adult

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 16: Jerk

Rating: M

Word Count: 1502

Warnings: Vampirism, description of blood drinking

Summary: Persephone awakens to her new life. [Vampire AU, Hythazemet, Continuation of Prompt 15.]

Master Post

There was darkness all around. No matter where Persephone looked, she saw nothing. Or, perhaps, her eyes simply wouldn’t open. She felt like she was floating in a gentle current, one that maybe was carrying her away. But just as she felt herself fading again, it was as if something took a firm hold of her hand and held her back, keeping her from the all-encompassing darkness that threatened to drag her under. It was then she remembered.

Persephone jerked awake, gasping for air as if she’d been deep underwater. The room was just as dark as before, but despite it, she could easily make out the shapes of the furniture around the room, the faint silvery light leaking through the curtains hanging heavy in the windows. The room was comfortable, but where before the two thick quilts she’d curled under had been cozy, now they were suffocating. She flung back the blankets and moved to get out of bed, but a wave of dizziness sent her collapsing back into the sheets.

“You’re awake!” a delighted voice greeted her, and Hythlodaeus approached from the door, as if he’d just answered. “How are you feeling?” She tried to speak, but her voice didn’t come. She cleared her throat before trying again.

“Dizzy,” she croaked. “But otherwise, better.” She looked down at her hand, thinking back to the last moments she could remember, and frowned. Stay, she’d asked. Had he not? She couldn’t remember.

“He never left,” Hythlodaeus supplied, guessing what she was mulling over. “He’s only not here because I insisted he go get some rest and something to drink.”

“Kind of him,” she murmured, clenching her hand and more slowly pushing herself up this time. Hythlodaeus fetched her a glass of water from her side table, and she took it gratefully. It helped clear her throat, but she grimaced at the warmth of it.

“Don’t let him hear you say that, he’ll deny it with every breath,” the lavender haired man laughed, and she gave a small smirk in return. Hythlodaeus moved back to the door.

“Stay right there; I’ll be right back. Please try not to overexert yourself before I return.” He vanished then, closing the door behind him. In the quiet, Persephone took stock of her body. All signs of sickness seemed to be gone; she felt no fever, no chills, no urge to cough or worse. She felt strongly like she needed a bath, and, despite everything, felt embarrassed to be seen in such a state. Persephone imagined her skin looked chalkier than before, but in the dark she didn’t trust her new, sharper vision enough to be certain.

She carefully rose to her feet, legs wobbling as she searched for her balance, and staggered over to the desk to take a peek into the mirror. Persephone looked as much of a mess as she felt; clothes stained from sweat and her hair a stringy mess that she’d prefer not to be seen with. More notable, however, was her eyes had brightened from their original brown to a faintly glowing orange. She leaned closer, pulling her eyelids more open to peer at the unfamiliar color, when the door opened and Hythlodaeus reappeared with a basket on his arm.

“Here, I know the last place you want to be is back in bed, but you should really sit. You look a bit faint still,” he offered his arm and helped Persephone back to the bed, where she somewhat ruefully took a seat.

“I didn’t think I’d feel so weak,” she complained as he dug through the basket, clinking and clattering noises floating through the air.

“You’ve been out for about twelve hours with no nourishment, so it’s to be expected.”

“Twelve hours?!”

“But we need to get you fed before you go after the first living thing that crosses your path,” he forged on, as if she hadn’t said anything. Persephone fidgeted uncomfortably as she realized she was going to have to drink—

“I suggest you don’t look or sniff for the first time,” he turned back to her with a metallic cup in hand, opaque, with a matching straw coming from the top. “There can be a bit of a…mental block about it at first. Humans aren’t supposed to drink it, after all, and you were human until less than a day ago.”

“Right…” Persephone took the cup hesitantly. “Probably the part I was looking forward to the least.”

“A common sentiment, but trust me when I say what your body thinks tastes good has changed quite a bit in the past twelve hours,” Hythlodaeus assured her with a quick head pat before busying himself with the basket again. She turned her attention back to the cup. He said not to look or sniff, but even without actively trying, she could smell the strong, metallic scent coming from it. She took a deep, steading breath. Just the cup, that’s all. We can do this.

“Bottoms up,” Persephone lifted the straw to her mouth, and drank.

She cringed when it hit her tongue, the disgust almost a reflex. It felt hot in her mouth, the salty, metallic tang more pleasant than she probably would have preferred yesterday. She’d expected to have to fight through what he gave her, but her hands clenched hard around the cup as some switch in her brain flipped and she felt like she’d violently fight off anyone that tried to take it from her. She thought she heard the metal cup groan under the strain, as if from far away.

And before she knew it, it was empty, and she had to fight hard against the urge to pull the lid off and lick the inside clean. As her mind slowly settled, she felt the desperate need replaced with something like shame. Embarrassment. Persephone didn’t realize the straw was still in her mouth, the cup still clutched in her hands, until Hythlodaeus carefully took it from her.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, and he wrapped one arm around her.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” he assured her. “The feeling will get less overwhelming with time, and it’s less…insistent if you’re well fed.” Their proximity to each other reminded Persephone that she probably…didn’t smell the best right now.

“I think I’m going to take a shower before anything else,” she gently pulled away, trying to be clear that she wasn’t just trying to get away from him.

“Okay, just be careful with the water. It’ll take a lot less for it to feel hot, remember,” Hythlodaeus rose, fetching the basket and passing it to her. “Some toiletries. We picked them up a few days back but, you were in no condition for a bath at that point. And we picked up some clothes as well; they’re in the dresser once you’re done. I’ll give you some privacy.” He took the cup and left the room, closing the door behind him once more.

Persephone took the basket into the small, attached bathroom. She set the water of the shower to what she thought would be luke warm, only to jump back with a hiss as it nearly scalded her. She turned it down further, until the hot water was almost entirely off, and waited until it was finally bearable. After running a brush through her hair, she shed her clothes and stepped carefully into the shower, grabbing the first soap and shampoo she saw in the basket as she went. One good thing, she thought to herself as the water cascaded off her face. Probably saves a lot of money on heating water.

After the shower, Persephone carefully combed out her long, auburn locks before wrapping them in a fluffy towel, then drying herself and donning her robe. No longer, quite literally, smelling like death did wonders for her mental state as she looked at her new eyes again in the mirror. She would need to come up with some kind of excuse, or maybe wear brown contacts when around her friends.

Her friends…

She enjoyed reading novels from time to time, and she’d read books about vampires. Almost all of them had the vampires moving around quite a bit, to keep people from asking questions. Eventually, people would notice if she wasn’t aging, or forgot to wear her contacts, or wore full covering clothing on hot, sunny days.

She returned to the bedroom, digging through the dresser to find a pair of jeans that fit well enough and a plain, black t-shirt that was just a touch too big. She uncovered her hair, tying it up in a ponytail while still damp, and slipped on some brand new flats that were the perfect size. Persephone returned to the bathroom and checked the basket, finding a few basic pieces of makeup. Taking a simple eyeliner and lip gloss, she quickly applied it and finally felt more like herself than she had since… Well, since her attack.

Maybe this vampire thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[trashcanknight]

((Got out of work early and am just relaxing and hanging out a bit. And then

((Things I’ve lost control of: my life.))

[flatstarcarcosa]

hm. what if isaac still has cameras rolling on his one man charge back through the horde to go kill hargrove.

[namastecar]

Mahindra Blazo X 35 Tipper BS6 2023- ₹58 lakh | Real-life review

[anqel-devil]

What also annoys me is that those same people will ALWAYS completely miss the entire point on why Denji is fixated on having sex and getting a girlfriend in the first place…

Sex is literally one of the only forms of deep-intimacy or love that Denji doesn’t have trauma or pain from. Having sex with someone else is a form of love and a desire that he can fulfill without any painful memories attached to it.

Sooo many other forms of affection or relationships in the past have been used to hurt him, or are painful for him to remember. Not even just romantic love, platonic and familial love as well, like with Power & Aki’s deaths — or/and also with his birth-father and the abusive upbringing that Denji experienced from him as a little kid, before he died as well.  Consensual sex (I can’t stress this enough) with someone that Denji cares about AND who also cares about him hasn’t been used as a weapon against him or used to hurt him. It’s a form of love that he can experience without being in pain. 

Basically the reason why Denji wants to have a girlfriend, too. It’s a deep, intimate relationship — based on mutual trust and respect for each other — and a form of love and affection. Denji hasn’t had a relationship this close with really anyone yet, meaning he doesn’t have a traumatic memories of having a girlfriend or a S/O in general.

He doesn’t want to be taken advantage of or in pain at the hands of other people he cares about anymore. 

"Bruh the Denji who just wants to touch boobs is back" WHAT? *turns the table* GUY HE NEVER LEFT

You're not going to tell me that in one chapter Denji comforts someone while drawing a parallel with his own traumas is the SAME as the first chapter in which he only had a demonic dog as a companion?

The fact that Denji is horny and wants to experiment doesn't negate anything, except showing sincerity

Wanting sex with fifteen girlfriends is literally Denji's way of announcing that he would move forward, it's literally the conclusion of part 1, what he says as he comes out of mourning and before facing Makima

Denji not only believes this sincerely but shares it with Asa because accepting and claiming this dream has effectively allowed him to break free, to claim his own identity as Chainsaw Man by raising his standards

The only difference is that he tries not to do anything more for this goal and even if this goal is not up to Chainsaw Man

It is for a 17 year old boy

[thirsty-4-ghouls]

So I got into a whole thing about weather or not pecharunt’s mochi are vegan (it wasn’t an argument) and, uh… I decided that this was better off here than as a YouTube comment.

I’m about to ramble about some really weird philosophical questions now, weird because it’s about Pokémon.

“It does raise an interesting question though. These mochi would be an animal product, which is what veganism tries to exclude, HOWEVER, the reason they exclude animal products is because animal cannot give consent to humans using them. This Pokémon offering the mochi it has made itself with its own poison secretions mixed in, even with the ulterior motive, is from a consenting animal and is thus vegan. Humans though, are also animals, and taking advantage of them would be breaking an animal’s consent, unless the person taking it was fully aware of possible consequences and made the decision outside of the manipulation of the Pokémon. Then it would not be a violation of consent. A human consuming a drink that was drugged without their knowledge is technically not vegan? but in a very convoluted way, and the non-vegan part of it doesn’t apply to the victim because it’s the perpetrator who has broken consent. This is similar to pecharunt’s actions. Vegans, for the most part, understand that animals do not function with the same understanding of consent, and that is part of why they avoid breaking any consent of others, it’s because humans are capable of understanding it and affording it to others. Removing a tapeworm would not be non-vegan though because the entire philosophy is about going as far as is possible and practicable, meaning that you are able to defend yourself. Since animals are exempt from following this philosophy because they don’t have the same understanding of consent and do not have a choice when it comes to what they consume, are Pokémon exempt from this as well? Pokémon seem to have a better understanding and communication of and with humans than real life animals, so do the rules now apply? If the Pokémon isn’t vegan this leaves only the hypothetical vegan human, making the question about only one half of this scenario, but what if the Pokémon considered the philosophy as well? The pokemon's philosophy and actions would not impact the human side of things in this question though.”

ultimately, coming back to this after several days (I forgot about this post and then saw it again and started thinking about the question once more) I think that, from the human side of things, the answer is "Probably? The Pokémon is the one offering and Pokémon do usually seem to have a similar intelligence level to the in game humans, so their consent is comparable to a human's, assuming the Pokémon is a smart one." from the Pokémon side of this, "Usually, no" since the Pokémon is drugging someone and thus they cannot give informed consent to anything. <- that paragraph was an update

That is what was said by myself. I don’t actually remember where I was going with this. It was originally just going to be a hypothetical about weather or not the mochi would be vegan but now I’m wondering if Pokémon could understand the philosophy and choose to be vegan. This is not something that is possible in this world, but in that one… not only that but humans in that universe are technically Pokémon, if I remember correctly. So humans being vegan would mean that some Pokémon already are. This is comparable to humans being an animal though, in my opinion.

The fact that my phone keeps changing it to weather and I don’t actually remember the correct spelling is pissing me off because I’m almost certain it’s spelled differently and is a different word >:(