#i dont know if i have? at all? on this blog

[milfygerard]

are you aware you also, in fact, run a taylor swift blog.

He didn't "endorse" him. You are making up reasons to be mad.

[hellspawnmotel]

hey listen man

I've kept my old blog up because it's both an archive of my history on the internet and holds important memories for a lot of people. a lot of it also goes into very personal things about me at the time, because that was the thing you were expected to do back then. a lot of my art from that time is also based on it. that was a really difficult period in my life and I was very open about what I was going through. wish I hadn't been, but all I could do about it now is go back and delete everything that brings it up and I don't want to do that.

the fact that this is still technically public information does not make it okay to ask me about it now. I'm not the same person I was ten years ago and I have absolutely no desire to broadcast my decade-old emotional problems to my current audience. it's incredibly intrusive and disrespectful and I'm frankly pretty mad that any stranger would think it's cool to ask for...... details. next time you want to ask somebody you don't know to describe something incredibly personal, especially if you think it may upset or trigger them: dont. or at least lead with something a little more vague like "hey are you okay with questions about this personal topic/this point in your life". I am not your friend, or your mentor, or a guest speaker giving an inspiring speech. I am just a guy. I'm happy to share my opinions on writing or comics or robot designs but that doesnt mean you can ask for just anything. please have some respect

[cvntroach5000]

Underneath it all, we're just savages

author's note: i dont know what the fuck is happening in the trailer, but thats okay. i have ideas and those ideas dont need this context, they just need to entertain me and i hope they can entertain you as well. nexos is not the actual name of the place and i dont like the codenames used for the lis in the event, so ill just be making shit up. do not take anything i say at face value, this is a self-indulgent space. also this is more of a preview than a whole fic, so please send feedback if you'd be interested to read more!

based on the new tommorows catch-22 trailer, written with the event outfit in mind, no use of y/n, reader has the command evol, if you feel like im referencing something no you do not

i think command evol reader is going to become a recurring thing on this blog, so stay tuned for more of that ig

pairing: sylus x reader (implied LaDS men x reader)

content warning: imprisonment, power imbalance, mind control, depiction of fictional mental ailments, descriptions of bodily discomfort

Becoming head warden of the Nexos Prison was not something you did out of ambition. It wasn't some kind of dream-come-true, a job and position you yearned to seize. It didn't make you feel fulfilled, it didn't bring you happiness nor satisfaction. It did ensure you had a roof over your head and food to fill your stomach, basic needs you suppose you were grateful to have taken care of.

But the reason you were here, overseeing the most dangerous wards and the most rabid prisoners was because they were yours. Madness tried to take them from you, so you followed them to the place where insanity rules to reclaim them. Once you'd succeeded, you'd leave this wretched place and take your prizes with you.

Six wards, six sectors in each. The sixth sector of every ward was your territory. Unless explicitly asked, other wardens steered clear of those places. Not that they were forbidden entry, but rather it was wise of them to stay away if they valued their lives. In each sixth sector was a lion's den, containing a single ferocious beast. People infected with insanity, distorted into abominations in body and mind.

You don't work on Sundays. This is a prison, not Hell, even if the lines seem to blur sometimes. The remaining six days, you make rounds through the wards, interrogating the predators residing in your sectors. As the number goes up, so does the level of contamination. The first one is quite sound of mind, even if his body acts out. The sixth one is wholly feral, lashing out physically and verbally, itching to tear everything near him to shreds. But it's okay, it's not like you play favorites with your charges. They are all precious in their own ways and working with them gives you purpose. The only gratification from this cursed fucking job.

Today, you're going to the Sixth Ward.

...Perhaps you do play favorites, after all.

The prison is a labyrinth, massive and intricate. Everything is made with enforced steel from Deepspace. It's cold and harsh, giving the place as little comforting energy as possible. You swear, if those who are sent here were not mad already, they'd be driven mad by the dreadful atmosphere. Nobody gives a shit to put up some pastel colored wallpaper or even a little photo of a sloth that says 'Hang in there'. Though natural light is scarce in the desolate wasteland beyond the prison gates, Nexos goes above and beyond to snuff it out and enshroud the whole facility in complete darkness. Some hallways are lit so poorly, the staff carry around lanterns to be able to navigate through them.

It only takes two hours of elavator rides, weaving through the dark halls and passing through security to arrive at your destination of the day. You climbed the chain of command so fervently when you first arrived here. You used to be nervous and unsure, worried you might mess up at your tasks. Anxious and insecure, struggling to communicate with the other staff. Now you barely notice the guards cowering and scattering as you pass by. You don't even feel a rush of adrenaline as you finally make your way to the gate to the Sixth Sector.

As the doors slide open, a long corridor comes into view. Even from the entrance you can feel the stiffling energy crackling from the cell at the end of the hallway. It's disorganised and weak, as if the air itself is calling out for help. You let slow, long steps guide you down this path you've walked hundreds of times before.

There he is.

You catch a glimpse of the shock of white hair in the darkness, an imposing figure leaning against the jailbars. Even sitting down and slouching, his hulking body looks massive. He doesn't react to the sound of your footsteps. You've made no effort to conceal your presence, yet he doesn't seem to notice you up until you are directly behind him.

His hand slams into the bars, snapping back in a sudden burst of instinct. He almost seems surprised to see you—he really didn't register your presence until now. Still, he lets out a low, breathy laugh. You can see his fangs gleaming in the faint light as he grins mischievously. His gaze seems shrouded by a dark cloud, pupils practically gleaming as they erractically scan over you.

"Well, hello there, dear supervisor. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" There's bite to his tone, yet he doesn't sound entirely sarcastic either.

You adjust your gloves and review the toolbox you have prepared outside his containment cell.

"Hello. I'm here for your routine interrogation." You announce robotically, as per protocol, "Do you know who I am?"

The prisoner exhales through his nose as though offended by your question. But he takes a moment to observe your face before slowly admitting,

"No. Should I?"

The furrow of his brow softens and he seems to genuinely rack his brain for an answer. He means to tease you, imply you're a nobody that he'd have no way of knowing. And yet he studies you carefully, searching your uniform for some kind of identifier; a name tag, ideally. Though there seems to be a thin metal plate over your right breast, he doesn't spy any words engraved in it.

"Noted." You finish preparing your tool box, setting it just outside the door of the cell.

"I will now be entering your cell. Stand in the middle of the room and raise your arms, please." You instruct him.

He snaps his teeth at you in defiance, but complies, positioning himself as you asked. A special set of chains snakes down from the ceiling, coiling around his wrists and pulling him upwards. He hisses as the links in the chain bite into his skin and he is hoisted high enough that even with his height, he's forced to stand up on his tip-toes.

You lift your hand up to the scanner on the door, activating the security lock. After authorising your identity through the biometric scanner, the bars of the door slide to the side. You leave your toolbox outside for now, slowly entering the beast's cage.

It is dreadfully barren, a single chair stationed in the corner and a pathetic, thin little mattress lying directly on the cold floor. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be provided to predators of his level. They were so stripped of their senses, they barely registered the discomfort they lived in. Always pacing around like starving lions, they were restless. They didn't sleep, they simply collapsed from exhausion once the contamination couldn't force them to stay alert anymore. And they recovered fast, prowling in their cells again as soon as an hour later.

You hum in acknowledgement, stepping forward to inspect your charge. There's a few fresh bruises on him, some a ghoulish shade of purple. A couple of small scratches and one open cut. You suspect he'll heal up soon and create more wounds to replace the old ones. None of them ever had the same injuries two visits in a row. Still, this was a pretty tame entry on his record.

After circling around him, you are quite satisfied with your findings. You look at his face to find him staring back at you, analysing you with intensity to match yours. His eyes trail over the items lined at your belt; a whip, a pistol and a baton. You take the whip from its strap, caressing the leather as you do.

"Heh, I see you came here to play. Plan on beating the disobedience out of me?" He taunts you, but the crazed look in his eye tells you he's almost excited by the prospect.

You huff increduously, "My weapons are tools of self-defense."

He lets out a humorless laugh, "There is no such thing as a weapon for self-defense, sweetie. Weapons are always made with the intent to hurt, to maim. You cannot enforce peace."

You swiftly crack the whip, using it to seize the chair in the corner by one of its legs. You pull it towards yourself, halting its acceleration with your foot. You turn it to face the prisoner and sit down, crossing your legs. You like putting on little shows like this for him. They are wholly eccentric and unnecessary, but often, they help loosening a stuck cog in his brain. Something to work with later on, as you continue your routine interrogation.

"You know, you used to tell me that your body is a weapon. What about your body then? Does it, too, only know to hurt and to maim?"

He seems a little taken aback, but shakes it off quickly. He snarls, gnashing his teeth at you like a wild beast.

You sigh. You snap your fingers and the chains holding him up to the ceiling clatter to the ground. He grunts in surprise as his heels touch the ground. He rubs his sore wrists, red eyes raking over you in intrigue.

"Aren't you arrogant, letting your prey loose like that." He scoffs.

He's trying to figure out if you're stupid or if you've got an ace up your sleeve.

"Sylus."

His ears perk up at the sound of his name, so foreign yet so familiar. Nowadays, it means nothing to him. He can't even recall it himself. And yet, your voice and that name resonate with a primal part of his soul, buried under the layers of madness and contamination.

"Who—"

"Sit."

His brain barely registers the command before his body acts on it. His knees give out and he falls to the ground. It's like his nerves are on fire. More than a prisoner of this cell, he now feels imprisoned in his own body. Like a spirit, tethered to a hollow, useless shell. He can barely form thoughts as his entire being responds only to you and your instruction.

"What... Did you..."

"It's my Evol. Everyone obeys me, whether they want to or not. You are no exception."

Sylus's mind is racing a million miles per minute, yet it feels completely standstill at the same time. He's trying to comprehend this power, gauge its limits, figure out its weaknesses. Pinpoint the loophole he can exploit to escape your grasp. Through the haze over his mind, he registers how your eyes have a knowing glint in them. Like you know exactly what he's thinking, like he's an open book to you.

Can you—

"I cannot read minds, no." You clarify before he can even attempt to voice the question.

He notices the whip is gone from your hands. Instead, you play with the baton, inspecting it as you ponder your prey.

"You must be thinking 'There has to be a weakness I can use to break free'. You always loved testing the limits of my ability."

You're answering his questions, yet your words leave him more confused than before. Always? When did he ever see you use your Evol? When has he strategised with it in mind?

A sensation like an electric current runs violently through his body, making his brain tingle as though it's going to pop. It hurts to think, yet he can almost taste all the answers he seeks. They are like blood on his tongue, reeking of iron.

He strains his neck to look you in the eyes.

Your gaze is so empty, as though you are looking through him. Miles into the distance at versions of him he can't recall.

"What if I told you..."

There's a buzzing in his ears, growing louder by the second.

"That we've had this exact conversation hundreds of times before?"

The buzzing halts to a complete silence. And the prisoner slumps to the floor, unconscious.

You stare at his limp body for a moment. Then, you get out of your chair and pull up your notepad.

Another failure.

Tommorow, you're circling back to the first ward. Let's see if there's going to be any progress there.

As you fill out your report, you hear the faint sound of wind rushing through the corridor. Of course, there is no wind in Nexos Prison. Cawing echoes through the cramped space and a single mechanical crow flies into the open jail cell.

Mephisto perches on your shoulder, peering at the tablet in your hands. Then, his eyes shift over to the unconscious, white-haired man on the floor. He lets out a soft caw, flicking his metal wings. Absentmindedly, you reach up to scritch his head, even if the robotic bird can't really feel anything, only simulate the joy of being pet.

"Don't worry, Mephie. He'll return to us."

[beemovieerotica]

warning for talking about OCD related paranoia, please don't feel pressured to respond to or even read this if that might bother you.

I just rly want an opinion on this from someone else who has ocd, and I literally dont know anyone who might understand and wouldn't treat me like I'm crazy. The new administration has affected my ocd so badly. I'm so stressed every day about the possibility of any information that I've put online, publically or "privately," over the course of my whole life being dug up and used to incriminate me somehow. Such as anything expressing views the administration disagrees with. Which has been a worry of mine for a while but it has ramped up with all that's going on recently. And the thing is I know that that's not entirely outside of the realm of possibility, but I dont know how likely it is. I dont know where reasonable concern starts and ocd begins. And I get like literally paralyzed with stress over this. Have you experienced anything like this and if so what did you do about it? Thank you if you read this.

yes 100%, I think a lot of fear of what's going on can be compounded by OCD beyond what is helpful to protect one's self.

I'm not going to provide reassurances here because that's one of the big no-no's of talking to someone with OCD: it turns into a cycle of us seeking reassurance from others in a way that can escalate our behavior and place an undue burden on others. And it ultimately doesn't work.

on my own end, I need to put hard limits on how much reading the news I do, otherwise it can literally go on for hours as I keep searching out tiny bits of new information that will supposedly help calm me down. but the relief doesn't ever happen. I just get mentally fatigued and shut down, and that's not the same thing as relief. at a certain point I have to just do a hard pivot. completely change scenery, change tasks, do something new to get my brain off that path.

I think limiting fear spirals related to current events would be the first step in reducing overall anxiety, since that goes hand in hand with upticks in OCD behavior.

I've been able to exposure-therapy myself slowly on this blog, but I can't say that will work with everyone. I show my face, people know my first name, etc - it's something I'm able to afford to do as an adult and it's helped me overcome some of the fears of ever being known, and of having my political stances be connected to me.

there are other more tangible ways to dip into free and open expression - consider writing a letter to a public official, getting out and supporting queer events in-person, or even just dropping a $10 donation for a cause - something that puts you in a community or attaches your name to a community that needs help, little by little.

I think there may be a pivot point where that fear can be channeled into action, like a "fuck it, I'm doing this" attitude. and you can feel *good* defying your OCD when it comes with that realization of, "hey, I like these people. I like being in this space." some of the wildest things I ever did in my life were a "fuck you" to OCD, powering through the warning sirens in my head and I ended up with experiences and friends I never thought I'd ever have. I think this is one of those times where really crucial communities are being born out of this intense hardship and stress, and we all need each other. OCD thrives in isolation, and you've gotta have a support network to help you live your best life despite it.

[wantedpreferablydeadplease]

Lil' list of out of Character things ol' Vivz has made me do: 🌾

1. try to assassinate my target in a public place, filled with witnesses, not hidin my face in th' slightest, missing my shots, and doing all o' that in front of the lovely lady that hired me while the writin made it obvious she called for my services.

2. The statue. Not only was it introduced in the episode that I was suddenly n' outa the blue decided to be repulsed by anythin sexual, but as one of you lovely little things said: its somethin that vermin "Chaz" would do. Not sumthn i would think up.

But after ol' Vivz thought it was a brilliant idea to say that her deer boy- Alastor, was only Aro/Ace because he couldnt love anyone 'cept himself, im not shocked that i kept the sex repulsed aspect t' myself.

Its also not suprisin t' say that all of Vivz other characters that are Ace ('cause there are no other Aro's) are either shown t' be Jackasses or children.

Pardon, i mean child, 'cause shes the only Ace that isn't shown t' be a complete tool. 'N even then she ain't anywhere near bein one of Vivz favorite characters, she's even gettin damn near harassed by some of the vermins that watch this show.

(☀️OOC:// Admin does not HC Striker as ace-spec, but is not anti Ace-spec Striker! If you HC him as Ace maybe this blog's striker just hasnt realized it yet lol IDK. I just think its insane to pretend your show is queer friendly when you tweet dumbass aphobic shit like "Alastor cant love anyone more than himself so thats why hes aro/ace!!!" paraphrasing - i dont have the actual screenshot but if anyone wants to send it to me id love that - ☀️)

3. Kidnappin and tormentin that prissy rich bird instead of jus' finishing the damn job i was bein' paid to do. First of all, why did the Lady tell me to "give 'em the real royal treatment" when the last time we interacted, she told me to just go and off him, no torture needed? If the Lady that hired me had told me to kidnap and torture 'im, why would i take shots at him with a blessed weapon? The fact that they had t' get the Lady to call me and tell me not t' kill him just adds a whole 'nother level of stupid to it all.

4. That scene in Oops where - out o' nowhere, suddenly and inexplicably, i jus' happen to see Blitz and his friend outside the exact buildin that i'm residin in, and i manage to kidnap them too. As well as it being at the exact moment im asked to bring somethin valuable in. What a coincidence.

5. Workin with Crimson in general, What was my motivation, means, an reasoning? What purpose did i have t' be workin with an idiot that doesnt even do background checks on the moron he's marryin off t' his son. It sounded like i was applyin for a job, but what was the job? what was i bein hired to do besides "kill anyone"? What does Crimson even do? Hes barely explained to be a mob boss, but thats about all we know 'bout him.

6. Showin my face in a ransom video that Crimson was sendin off to a Sin. Have i forgotten what being an assassin is? I competed in the Harvest Moon Festival to blend in so i could get my kill, it was also just a bit o' fun for me, bein a cowboy n' all. Plus, i was supposed to have gotten my kill without anyone knowin it was me, thats what the Long range weapon was for. But this aint' a Festival, this is Ransom. Nobody but a damn idiot would show their face to one of the 7 Deadly sins in a ransom video.

7. Gettin distracted by Fizzarolli's performance. I dont really count it as funny when it paints everyone in the room to be a complete idiot that gets distracted by two imps that are clearly trying to distract us. Just t' make us all look like blundering buffoons for a laugh. If i'm s'posed t' be a villain, I should have shot them both down the second they were loose.

8. Losin my mind at th' end of Oops. Not entirely sure why i was so strung up and irritated that whole episode, but i guess being trigger happy makes for an easier joke and more sudden episodic climax.

9. Scars on the wrong side of my face. Someone doesnt pay their workers enough to notice or care. Frankly i wont be blaming any o' the artists for that lil' mishap, 'cause Vivz should be payin and treatin them better. On a kinder note i do think my trial outfit fits me nicely.

Might be updatin this list at some point, 'cause Everything i do seems to be out of character. 🌾

[viperbunnies]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TATO 🎂🐍🐰 !!!! (help i planned this in advance but i still managed to be late 😭 anyways shoutout to the first ever ask i sent you, i hope i did ozml justice 😤🫶)

(i fear i dont have my usual zest rn hgsdklhld but i really wanted to get this to you asap 💥) ANYWAYS thank you for deciding to join the twst community and being such a fun presence sharing with us your art and your ocs, you're incredibly talented!! 💥💥💥💖💕💕💗 i appreciate you LOTS 🥺💕 thank you for being such a great friend too, and i wish you all the best 😤🫶💖💕‼️

I'm die thank you foreva 😭😭 (/ref)

The scream I let out when I initially saw this hshsh Omg Ian I am so speechless 😭😭 you cooked so hard hshs

🥺🥺 and ahh the first ask you sent me aaa I remember it so well! Thank you for showing interest in my silly ships and for being an active supporter of my blog (even when I know that you're so busy you always find time to support me and other people as well! It's honestly so amazing and I want to have the same drive as you someday 🥺❤️)

Thank you so much for your warm greetings! And this lovely art you made for me 🥺 I'll treasure it for years to come (this will be my family's heirloom now) I appreciate you so much as well! And thank you for being a kind friend and welcomine me into the community ❤️

[thedolmainblog]

What would Blythe and Aiden think of pc modeling? How dire is celibacy arc Blythe's situation when he's trying to be normal but every corner he turns there is an advert with pc half naked on it

i think i answered smth along these lines in my old blog! its so buried tho and older blythe wasnt a thing.....SO!

younger blythe : hes generally ok with it until you start modeling naked. not because he's possessive of your body BUT!! bc hes afraid what people might do to you. he knows how lecherous people get. if you really need the money he can give it you!! dont place danger to yourself!!

older blythe : conflicted. like his younger version hes fine with modeling in general, but now with Experience he knows that : niki would take any and all photo jobs (including the.....underground farm....) and he witnessed models getting harassed by their "fans". but at the same yk he has done MURDER so he cant judge pc harshly on your own career choices. if you need money, ask him. otherwise, be careful; maybe he'll stick with you for a while. (for the record yes he will lose his mind a bit if he sees half naked pc if pc is mid romancing him but not enough to break his abstinence LMFAO)

older aiden : oh my! guess we have a little star amidst ourselves hm? doesn't care as much if you model naked, if anything they might enjoy it themselves. they may use their influence to let you wear their ribbon choker during the naked photo sessions. just to show to all that you belong to a certain someone~

[genderqueerdykes]

Just wanted to say thank you for providing an easy and calm way to learn about intersex!

I tried to step into it in 2024 cuz I wanted to learn more about it, how it affected people, and what I as a perisex person could do to be supportive, etc. but when I first tried to open a conversation with anyone and ask questions I got zero answers and a whole lot of "Our lives suck and it's the trans communities fault!!" (obviously paraphrasing but that's what the majority of it sounded like).

I was even accused of "Being trans intersex" which I never said I was, I mentioned I was trans and asked if/how the communities overlap and apparently it's impossible for trans people to try and learn about intersex people without malicious intent??? Easy to say I noped out pretty quickly cuz I felt no need to support a community that seemed to have so much aggression towards my own.

And then I started following your blog back in mid December I'm pretty sure and the first few intersex posts I saw I didn't pay too much attention to but as of recently I've actually started to open more and trying to properly read them through or check out intersex articles you share, like the ones from a week or so ago and it's really helped me get a new understanding of the whole group! Still trying to get a grasp on how to best be supporting but I'll get there eventually!! :)

- ☣️ anon

hey, you got it! i appreciate you for reaching out and letting me know, the thing is that's why i just try to focus on information when possible. i don't like assuming the worst in every single person who asks a question. information is hard to find on intersex variations, people, bodies, and lives. google is virtually no help. posts on here tend to err on the hostile side, which is just. sigh. why does this have to happen in every pocket of the community?

unfortunately, that is the point that we're at right now and i'm sorry to hear it, but i'm glad that you've found my blog helpful! i don't like the state of affairs with much of our queer communities in general, because hostility tends to be the first expression and it's not a good way to help people learn. so many intersex people are tired of having to explain things and have becoming disenfranchised and jaded and respond with a "we shouldn't have to teach you (everything)," and it's like. well... yeah. that's kinda on us.

so many times have seen "just google it dumbass" type behavior from other intersex people and i really hate it it. i don't get why the intersex community is so focused on alienating people like that. and i don't get why someone would accuse someone else of being trans intersex like that. also i've had to calm down about it too but we gotta stop taking everyone else in bad faith and assuming the worst. i get that we're hurting but we really have to calm down and explain things kindly. its not hurting anyone to be kind

frankly i don't like the amount of transphobia coming from a lot of intersex people right now. it makes me so tired. that's such an awful attitude, as if being intersex somehow absolves one from other types of bigotry. it doesn't... intersexism isn't "more" important than transphobia. you don't get to be transphobic to someone just because they may have hurt you, especially if it was on accident. please don't hurt someone if they hurt you on accident.

i honestly am very deeply sorry about all of this happening. at this point i'm just very tired and i don't want people to hurt each other for no reason. but thank you for sending such a kind message, i'm glad i'm able to provide an opportunity for people to learn! i really just want to talk about it without having to get mad. ive done it before and at this point im just tired. i dont like the default emotion being anger in intersex spaces. i don't participate in any intersex communities rn for that purpose. im trans.

i found out i was intersex thru trans people and the trans community. and it wasn't people who identified as trans intersex or anything it was just people who knew intersex bodies were a thing. i don't know why so many intersex people take every little thing a trans person wants to do with their body so personally i can get that a lot of things really are intersexist but honestly it's so overdone at this point. i really don't have an issue with a lot of things anymore because it all feels so petty. like at a point its not productive and getting angry at everything that involves a body that doesn't fit into the male-female body that doesn't explicitly say intersex and intersex only. we do not own the c oncept of having a non conformative body. please leave perisex trans people alone if they're looking for information and not harming anyone. it's not helping them understand us better.

take care anon! stay safe! i'm glad i can help give some information on the subject!

[mamawasatesttube]

BTW... PSA.... even if we arent mutuals if youre in my notes regularly theres a Very high chance i am still fond of you. yes im vaguing someones tags on the compliment the person u rbed this from post. but like. positive vaguing? THE POINT IS im weird abt following ppl but IM STILL SENDING U FOND VIBES...

[operationjetset]

forgot to mention that i'll be participating in art fight this year! my phoenix is up if you'd like to attack them :)!!!!

art fighting again this year.... ooo lala

[chatlote]

ive been rewatching voltron....

[facts-i-just-made-up]

facts about you please

"You Please" is a 1978 novel by Frank Mutterbruder about a hypersexual woman's growing lust for an artist who is only interested in her as a model. The story concerns her attempts to seduce him as they grow more and more outlandish and dangerous. The book's graphic sexuality and implied cannibalism caused it to be banned in several states, though the publisher, Grovemeat Press, appealed and won at the federal level.

Mutterbruder was likely inspired by his older friend, Frankie Powers-Jovani, a famous gay artist known for his Tom-Of-Finland style works depicting men in leather with large, round muscles and other bulging parts. Powers-Jovani had worked with a model, assumed by some to be Bettie Page (though no evidence of this exists) on an unreleased series, said to have been destroyed by either Frankie or the model upon their feud.

The book departs from reality however when its protagonist, Jessica Jellie, creates a love potion to make her artist friend love her back. She mixes the potion wrong and accidentally creates a fluid capable of melting men into a delicious putty. After killing the artist, she begins melting other men and serving the putty as a sort of cake fondant that she sells under the name of "Manzipan."

Frank Mutterbruder died in 1982 when he was himself melted into putty during the Pittsburgh Play-Dough Calamity. His novel has gone largely ignored until recently, when Yorgos Lanthimos optioned it with Emma Stone to play Jessica Jellie and Colin Farrell as artist Yakov Geww.

The original printing of the novel "You Please" also won the Albert A. Gore Award for Most Recyclable Paper, but this is generally considered irrelevant to its literary significance.

[electronicmail]

Firefox-official vs electronicmail

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

okay come up with a better idea then. firefox-official is gone asshole it’s electronicmail or nothing

[slavhew]

do you ever get reminded of a ship, remember a piece of fanart of it that you loved, then after a day long search realize that you just imagined it? and then try to draw it yourself?

prllb btbtt ALT VERISONS

[heynhay]

scene from where the apple falls by @jupiters-junipers :-) wholeheartedly recommend any and all of her work

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???