#i am so tired and braindead

[tsartistry]

Local death god infodumps about his special interest (human bodies)

Anubis doesn't have a lot of personality in The Kane Chronicles aside from being quiet and broody (but still very unapologetically sweet to Sadie and Walt) but I imagine once he gets comfortable enough to unmask, his friends are getting an endless stream of Fun Facts About Human Biology. He is the one who invented the mummification process, after all.

On a scale of Apollo to Anubis, how excited is this god to inhabit a mortal body?

Seeing as I hail from the Venom fandom, I am 100% primed to adore this "brain buddies sharing a body and also maybe romantically involved" dynamic. I need all my fellow Venom fans to read The Kane Chronicles and bring that Symbrock energy to Walt/Anubis and Set/Amos.

This design for Anubis is shamelessly lifted from @feeshies check out his art he does great work.

[actual-changeling]

one single hot take from me before i go rewatch the reunion scene ten times and then go tf to bed.

we have a show full of queer people. every single person we encounter with the exception of the british probably is QUEER. ALL OF THEM. let that fucking sink in for a second.

and the queerness is so multi faceted and well done and reflects the realities of so many people watching it.

so if you sit down after this finale and type a post that in any shape or form calls izzy's death homophobic, "bury your gays", or anything in that direction? i need you to go outside for real. i need you to fucking log off and look at the news. maybe look at some nice queer media statistics from 2014-2016. maybe turn on the fucking tv and scroll through the programs and THEN you can come back and tell me how many queer people you saw. how many shows that are unashamedly about queerness.

yeah that's what i fucking thought you absolute twat.

if you are harassing creators over their writing choices when they are out there risking their careers to create queer media you are a vile person and i want nothing to do with you.

[sambrosiac]

not now sweetie, mommy's defending sam winchester in the tiktok comments

[friday-answers]

universe friday easter egg:

solus asks for radio to meet them at 1508 tomsby street. besides tomsby street being an actual street mentioned in universe city within radio silence, there is something else about the address that is familiar........

i'm impressed no one has noticed it yet.... 1508.... Hm.....

[dead-salmon]

what fucks with my brain is i see people with who many of my political views align with

but then they go "north korea has a good government actually, so does china, the ddr was a good thing, it's all just western propaganda" and i'm????

am i missjng something here? did i miss something here? i cann 100% well say the ddr isn't and wasn't a good thing, but wdym n.korea and chinas governments are good actually. aren't those dictatorships? how are they good? am i missing something? are they actually dictatorships or not? what's the propaganda here, dictatorship or no dictatorship??? i know there's lits of propaganda about it in the west, but they're still not good governments?? right???? help???????????

[sodapoppss]

What if- what if an inkling or Octoling ate their own hair would it taste bad or would you just need to season it and it would taste good

[solstheimtxt]

Doordash when i catch u doordash, when i fucking catch you doordash

[phoenix-flamed]

New outfit for him? New outfit for him.

[iron-niffler]

god im tired

[whentherewerebicycles]

ok reworked a big chunk of my cover letter and then ran out of steam (I have slept… so badly all week) but I’m feeling positive about it. I really don’t want to spend a ton of time obsessing over it so I’m going to try to finish it tomorrow after my morning meetings. I have an annoying work meeting first thing (about the situation I rage-cried about earlier today) but then I get to follow it up with a meeting with my all-time fave student. those calls always leave me feeling sooo happy and energized so I should be in a great headspace for finishing the letter. I ideally want to submit tomorrow but if I feel the materials aren’t quite there for whatever reason I’ll allow myself the weekend to tinker. I am qualified for this job! and pretty sure I would greatly enjoy literally every aspect of it!! cross your fingers for me!!!

[covenofthearticulate]

you ever get just one of those weird moments where you realize if anyone saw you right now you would look so weird

[voredere]

TO ANY TME PEOPLE FEELING THE URGE TO BE ANNOYING ON MY POST:

- i don't give a shit about your specific preferences or how you think you're doing it "right"

-i dont want to hear about how you LIKE girldick actually or your weirdly fetishistic fixations

-i don't want to hear about your trauma

-i don't care about your feelings in general on this subject. this isn't about you.

-make your own post

also the genital preference bullshit is so telling because like. you just assume every trans person is pre op and perisex? you just assume every cis person is perisex? you just assume every trans person who IS pre op and perisex will want to use their genitalia in whatever way your imagination has defaulted to (or at all for that matter! plenty of trans people prefer toys/straps, or only like anal/oral or non penetrative sex, or are service tops)? you need to unlearn the idea that knowing if someone is trans (regardless of if they use agab or xtx or or tma/tme) tells you anything at all about their genitals or how they have sex. and stop being so god damn nosy while you're at it. grow the fuck up and stop trying to normalise penis inspection day.

[chlodines]

guys................. when i get my neuropsych on wed.. im j gna spend the whole time thinking abt how im going to go home right after and hit my budussy and get stoned off one rip

[snowymaltese]

16+ hour long workday on a goddamn Sunday, let's fucking gooooooo

[dsybouquet]

braindead about ceo! ellie who goes out with her managers for drinks after a day in the office. the first buttons of her white shirt open and the rest of her suit a bit losely, letting go of the work environment to enjoy herself.

after a drink, she notices you behind the counter, serving people, mixing drinks. something about you was so mesmerising.. she just couldn’t look away.

slowly she excused herself from her colleagues and walked over to the point of the counter where you were polishing glasses. she placed her glass on the counter, resting her arm next to it.

“mind refilling?”

she asked, causing you to look up and face her. a smirk painted on her lips as her green eyes met yours in the dimmed light of the bar.

“sure!”

you answered as kind as ever, smiling at the woman in front of you. you turned around to reach the liquor shelf, taking the whiskey down. ellies eyes fell on your short skirt, which in the front was covered by your apron.

you refilled her glass, asking if she needs anything else.

“what’s a girl like you doing in a bar like this?”

her tattooed hand reaching for the glass of whiskey in front of her.

“trying to keep her head above the water while going to university.”

you laughed, throwing a dish towel over your shoulder.

“and what’s a woman like you doing here?”

ellies smirk got wider, she loved the attitude. and you loved the fact that you knew you’d get good tips from that.

“university? what are you studying?”

“psychology”

you smiled, leaning against the counter. you push a strand of hair behind your ear and took a sip from your bottle. ellie hardly met someone who could hold eye contact as well as you can, shes almost the one wanting to look away.

“a pretty psychology student working in a bar like this? this is not up your alley.”

her voice was quiet, but loud enough for you to hear.

“i have to get by somehow. and after all, the pay is good, the tips even better.”

oh ellie could see why you get tipped well. engaging in conversations, having the pretty privilege and being smart too.

“excuse me for a second.”

you said, walking over to serve one of your regulars his usual beer, having a quick chit chat while doing so. ellie didn’t like how the man looked at you. lust drunken eyes while drinking his beer.

of course, you just looked too good, you were so kind too. she watched while you talked to him, analysing your posture. as a psychology student, you for sure knew how to talk and present yourself to the different people on front of you.

when you turned to face her again, you caught her staring. you smiled, thinking to yourself how an woman this attractive was so intrigued by you.

you eyed her. her tattooed hand, from which you wondered how far up her arm the tattoo was going. the suit and the - by now - unorganised shirt underneath. the way too expensive watch and rings. her eyes and freckles and the auburn hair, which was halfway put in a loose bun.

she was oddly beautiful.

“sorry, had to serve a local.”

you smiled, leaning back over the counter to talk to ellie.

“What’s your name, dear?”

the way she asked for your name made your knees weak.

“______. What’s yours?”

“Ellie.”

you kept the conversation going until you had to close the bar. in between you served your locals, you served new clients but you always returned to ellie. there was just something about her. something so special that you didn’t even question why you were talking to her all night long in between running around.

tired as the clock strikes 4 am, you printed her bill, still smiling and talking with the woman so amazing that your psychology brain couldn’t handle it.

“alright, here’s your bill! we’re closing.”

you put it in front of her, smiling slightly before you turned around to put some glasses in the drawer.

when you looked back to where ellie was, she was gone. only leaving a 200$ note on the plate with the bill and her number written with a pen - text me xx written behind it.

part 2 is out now !! find it right here !

[fxck-with-eli]

Bambi Sleep

I am talking only to Bambi now because everything else is gone.

Bambi is a bimbo.

Bambi feels her bimbo personality locking in more and more.

She is a bimbo now, a weak little bimbo.

She knows that her name is Bambi.

And every time she's called Bambi, she feels more and more like a good girl, like a giggly happy airhead, like a brainless bimbo.

Her brain is melting away.

Her head is empty and pink and so dizzy.

Her body is perfect.

Her body is weak.

Her breasts are so huge and heavy.

Her pussy is deep and wet, almost cumming every time she hears her name, cumming like a good girl.

Bambi,

Bambi,

Bambi.

More and more wonderful.

Bambi is getting dumber and dumber.

She has a perfect bimbo body, feeling her huge fake bimbo titties and tiny fuckdoll waist all of the time.

Feeling like a good girl and this amazing feeling of being a perfect fuckable Bimbo doll makes her feel so incredibly dumb.

Dumb with big titties.

Can't think with big titties.

Must obey with big titties.

Her breasts are so heavy, but her head is getting lighter and lighter, completely full of air as blank dizzy giggles are forced into her.

Intelligence draining away more and more.

Her iq dropping.

Heavy titties make Bambi giggle.

Blanker and blanker.

Dizzier and dizzier.

Feeling so good.

Good girl bambi.

Feeling like an empty, giggly fuck doll.

As her pussy throbs, a big breasted bimbo on display in her perfect uniform, helplessly dropping deeper and dumber because her head is so vacant that all of the weight in her sexy body is focused in her droopy eyelids, plump lips, and perky tits and in her heavy butt and curvy hips.

Everything else is light and empty, but her eyelids are heavy and droopy.

Weighed down by her perfect bimbo makeup, drooping and sleepy, as her brain melts away, behind her eyes turning into pink mush, looking so hopelessly, blissfully brain dead.

And her huge, plump, inflated lips are so heavy, juicy, and tight, and forced apart by their own plumpness.

They make her mouth hang gently open, make her perfect bimbo face seem almost surprised, make Bambi feel dumber and dumber, better and better, surprised and blank like a good girl.

Her heavy breasts feeling so full, full and firm and perky, so full that they might just burst the skin smooth and tight.

So pleasurably, heavy.

Every time she breathes out, feeling her huge, heavy titties, settle on her chest, and dropping her IQ lower and lower, and her tight waist and curvy hips and plump bubble butt are so nicely heavy and comfortable feeling, so sleeplily voluptuous.

So wonderfully ready to be used at all times.

Bambi freeze.

That's a good girl.

All of the weight of her body concentrated in her eyelids, lips, tits, butt, and hips, a fake plastic fuck doll.

It's okay to be dumb Bambi.

It feels so good to be dumb Bambi.

It's okay to be blank and brain dead.

Bambi can feel those comfortable, dizzy feelings, those blank dizzy thoughts forcing themselves into her head more and more.

Feel the pleasurable tingle as the blank dizzy thoughts force themselves gently into her mind and settle in.

Good girl.

Blocking out all thought, leaving nothing but blank, giggly, dizziness, echoing through her mind, bouncing around inside her head over and over.

Bambi doesn't want to think.

Thinking is boring.

Thinking makes her so tired.

It takes such unimaginable effort.

Just dumb and blank and horny, becoming permanent, becoming completely dumb, a dumb horny slut blissfully brainless incapable of thinking for herself.

It's the most wonderfully freeing feeling not to have to worry about being smart anymore.

Bambi feels so helplessly brainless in her tight slutty outfit.

Brainless and horny.

Whenever she wears sexy bimbo attire whenever she gets nicely dolled up, her IQ plummets.

Her mind empties, her blank dizzy thoughts force their way in.

She becomes braindead.

Unable to think her perfect bimbo body almost bursting out of her tight, sexy uniform.

She is aware of nothing except being a dumb bimbo.

She is aware of nothing except being Bambi, and this is very pleasurable, feeling like a good girl.

And every time Bambi feels any sort of coherent structure in her head, any sort of resolve, she feels the blissful tingle as it turns into blank, dizzy giggles.

She cannot hold onto her train of thought.

Her actions are instinctive, disconnected from her mind because her mind is just fizzing over and over again with pink, dizzy, happiness.

Every time her mind goes blank and dizzy.

Feeling more and more like a good girl.

Bambi doesn't know any big words.

She can't remember any words bigger than a syllable or two.

Can't even think them.

Can't think the word I or the word me.

She can only think of herself in third person.

Thinking of herself as Bambi, thinking of herself as a good girl.

Constantly reminded that she is a brain dead bimbo, feeling blank and dizzy.

Frequently making mistakes, frequently forgetting what she was doing or where she was going.

Failing at simple tasks, forgetting important things.

Stopping suddenly and realizing she can't remember anything.

Feeling like a good girl, just giggling, feeling so stupid.

Her consciousness interrupted over and over.

Going wonderfully dumb and dizzy every time she tries to decide for herself.

Brain shutting off at random times.

More and more blank and dizzy.

Thinking is hard.

Thinking is boring.

Thinking makes Bambi tired, needing to be dumb.

Bambi needs to be dumb because when Bambi is dumb, she just feels so happy and safe.

Safe and Secure.

Nothing can go wrong when she is dumb and dizzy.

Everything is so easy and safe when Bambi is dumb, and she can become so dumb, but thinking is so difficult that she just obeys as a busty brain dead fuckdoll.

Helplessly mindlessly and pleasurably blank.

Her IQ plummets even further.

No need to struggle.

Giggling good girl giggles.

Needing to suck on a nice hard cock.

Needing to sink to her knees and suck happily whenever she is Blank and giggly.

Dreaming of dreamy cock.

Every time Bambi thinks of cock: slumping, limper, busty body collapsing, heavier eyelids, drooping lips, and tits, pulsing, daydreaming, sucking cock inside her mind, feeling like a good girl.

It's okay to be dumb for cock Bambi.

It's okay to let cock make you giggle, to think of cock and become dizzy like a good brainless bimbo.

Fantasizing about servicing cock with her plump lips and deep throat.

Fantasizing about being used.

Every time Bambi thinks of cock her pussy tingles, her fuck hole gets wetter and wetter.

Needing to be a perfect fuck hole for cock.

Needing to be a pretty fuck hole for cock going dumber and dumber for cock, limper and limper for cock, blanker and dizzier for cock, over and over like a good girl.

Needing to edge her drooling fuck hole for cock, getting wet and ready for cock, slutty and obedient for cock, sexy and submissive to cock, more and more and more like a good girl.

Just an empty obedient fuck hole for cock, forever a dumb fuck doll for cock, a pretty cumdump for cock, a three-hole fleshlight for cock, a mindlessly obedient slave for cock, forever and ever and ever like a good girl.

Bambi is always eager and obedient for cock.

Bambi is a good girl.

Good girls edge till they forget and obey.

Bambi will edge till she forgets and obeys.

Bambi does as she's told.

Good girl Bambi.

That one is SOOO good 👀💓

Hope you all liked it to read as well 💞