#i suppose yeah

[anonomi]

Very indulgent very specific sniperspy dynamic that I think about sometimes

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

Ask Oliver and Jorge if they would kiss each other for a million dollars!

My friend, you won't find what you're looking for XD

I would make fun of Oliver’s mind being in the gutter, but that would be hypocritical XD

The awkwardness...

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[vegetabletaxi]

this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw

[unsung-idiot]

way to ruin the mood

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[nkogneatho]

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

[convexcave]

i’m good i’m just thinking but it feels silly so she’s going under read more

I wonder about who I am without meds… bc i’m on i think the max dose of wellbutrin and same with buspar and like I feel good I feel normal and functional and able to handle my feelings and problems and stressors and everything but also I just wonder. I don’t plan on going off of them any time soon and I know being on meds doesn’t change me fundamentally as a person or anything… and I know when I wasn’t medicated, or even when i was on lower doses of wellbutrin everything was so so so difficult to the point of self medicating with weed daily

I dunno. It’s a lot to think about because I’m like is there just something wrong with my brain by default because of the way I was raised/I developed? am I gonna need this medication to feel normal and good for the rest of my life? I don’t feel numb or anything but am I just dysfunctional by nature?

I want to know if I would just regress right back to who I was pre- the meds i’m on now or if I would retain the emotional regulation and processing skills i’ve learned, and how would those work with my unmedicated brain?

But also I do somewhat miss the emotional extremes I used to feel so regularly even if they were negative, something about it was so all encompassing and it just swallowed me up and felt reliable and safe even though it hurt

depression is just so familiar to me, it was my default mental state for most of my life and I always used to be afraid I’d be someone different if I was able to overcome it and that made me more distressed than the actual depression did a lot of the time. It was all I had really. It was my safety net and such a key part of me for literally as long as I can remember

and yet now it isn’t

and it feels like something is missing even thought It is exactly what I was trying to get rid of

I dunno it’s strange I don’t know how to feel about it because I know better than to go off my meds & find out what would happen because i’ve done it before and things were fine for a few months until one traumatic thing got pulled back up to the surface and fucked me up again

it makes me feel fragmented in a way. the depression is a part of me even if it hurts me. I shouldn’t want it back and on the rational level I don’t but part of me misses the safety blanket

[hellonpluto]

Educated Wish 😔

(Click on them for better quality they look uber crunchy ik)

[mavioo30]

My headcanon is that Rivulet is the smartest scug actually

[peachybunana]

FUCK YOU and happy birthday sonic the hedgehog

[benevolenterrancy]

honestly. if you decided to create giant fucking corpse-head-spiders to populate your world with then this is exactly what you deserve.

[shepscapades]

Hermit a Day May: Day 8 — xBCrafted!

[soupysundae]

🪭🪭🪭🪭🪭

[beybuniki]

romantic bakudeku for a kofi request ^-^