#it is‚ however‚ mortifying

[scrimblyscroomblo]

What if Bram had that vampire telepathy Twilight vamps have - me on my monsterfucker Poe agenda once more

[beclight]

im known for being THE bec light fan of the fandom, so i feel like im in the right place to say this: YOU DO NOT OWN FANDOM CHARACTERS AND CANNOT PREVENT OTHER PEOPLE FROM LIKING THEM JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO, and if that makes you uncomfortable (which is fine, and for any reason), THE THING TO DO IS BLOCK NOT HARASS THEM!!!!!!! ive seen too many ppl in this fandom disrespect others over DARING to say, even as a joke, that they're the number one fan of X character. If someone having the same favorite group of pixels as you genuinely angers you, to the point of feeling the need to insult them and having concerning thoughts about them, then maybe it is time to log off

[sunriseverse]

for all my complaints the fandom studies class is both mortifying and hilarious. prof introduced slash today with chalkboard writings of popular slash ships and then made allusion to the name order = top/bottom preference trend and only like five of us got it while everyone else just stared in confusion. said prof then called k/s “the granddaddy of western slash”

[iidgm]

sorry for the lack of posts gang im getting that bag ( working on commissions )

[10-dutchies-12-bicycles]

funny how for the past 22 years ive been like "im taking my weird kinks to the grave FOR SURE" but now im legit considering exploiting my kinks for comedic potential in tumblr posts. oh how the turns table. im not even close to the grave yet!

[littlechaoscosplay]

When there are signs it’s time to retire your outfit from ten years ago…

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Because the bedsheet ask was so random, I have another random ask…

When you wash cups, do you let them air dry or dry them with a towel…

How did 2024 get me to this point?

Now, listen up, maggots. Picture this:

There you are, posed in front of the sink (no dishwashers please, I'm too broke to know how dishwashers work, I've only read about them in Drarry fanfics). You stand there, and wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

Your cup, that you drank tea from but it was actually spiked with alcohol because your third cousin gossiped about your sister's husband to her mother-in-law and you're the go-between, is in your hand. You have just washed it.

The drops of water glisten in the noon sun. You wonder, briefly, why adulthood has you drinking before 1 pm. Then you brush that thought away like you did your sweat. Some things are best ignored.

What is important is the cup. You look at it, so wet and glistening and ready for you, and you wonder how to do it justice. Should you take the towel and gently rub it until it's dry and clean? Surely you should! You look around for the towel.

There hangs the towel, on the hook by the sink. It is coarse, and off-white, like eggified precome. Have you been reading too much fanfiction? No. Anyway, you reach for the towel, but pause midway.

The towel has been hanging there, moist from the last rubbing, fermented with bacteria and protozoans that yearn to feel its wetness and consume it. The fungi have not arrived yet, you take care to wash the towel enough for that. Or do you?

You hesitate, you do not remember the last time you washed the towel. Aftercare is a lost art, fading away like handweaving and ironworking and the knowledge that crumbled in Alexandria.

You look down at your darling cup, cradling so trustingly in the palm of your hand, still wet but not so much anymore, warming in the sunlight.

No, you decide. You will not sully your cup. You lay it aside to airdry, and cast one lingering glance at it before walking away.

The towel still remains on the hook, hanged for its crimes, left to its fate. Always to clean, never to be cleaned.

You have made the right choice. The cup will be pristine. The towel wilts in the noon sun, before hardening like plaster. A statue, a work of permanence, the mortification of the filth in flesh that the first ascetic Christians who settled in Ancient Rome preached.

All is well.

[flebus]

okkk this is my lamby my lambchop my special boy. his name is Ark (short for Archangel) (nobody calls him that) he thinks he's the digital messiah. he got kicked out of his influencer friendgroup for getting turbo canceled & he's six months in on a psychotic break about it. he's running a custom built OS that is so bogged down with incomprehensible cosmetic UI graphics it's hard to look at. he's on sheep HRT. he sucks really bad. i like him.

[space-mouse]

edit: this post was made before i found out about rodimus. or the lost light.

genuinely a transformers conclave fic would slap. the robot cars attempt to end their war by locking themselves in the pear wiggler (presumably a spaceship? probably a spaceship who is also a person) and voting over and over again between rounds of cafeteria table (fueling station???) drama. i think you'd have to kill optimus prime first, which is sad, but like. there's other guys. how else are you gonna root through a dead robopope's possessions to drive the plot forward. also megatron harshing the conclave's whole vibe with his aggressively unresolved optimus prime obsession feels right.

[sevenyeargap]

born to yap indefinitely forced to be autism nonverbal

[possamble]

i feel like i need a transfem sensitivity reader at this point but i have nothing to offer as compensation lmfao

[realkeylogger]

my base on our test server :]

+ nether spawn that i built

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

Expanded Universe AU where Jacen Solo pursues a career in stand-up comedy. Is this anything

[pinkseas]

rly wanting to ask A Specific Person You Know if they do commissions vs. having no fucking clue what you'd even commission from them in the first place

[gay-4-space]

it's kinda funny that despite growing up in the prime years of The Family Comupter, i never really experienced most of the key parts of it simply because my dad's a computer nerd and ever since i've been old enough to remember we've had at least two fully functioning PC's. like i certainly witnessed it at friends houses but i never had to stop playing because a parent needed to do some work or fought with my sister over who could play on the computer because there was just no need

[patchworkgargoyle]

Now I want to find people named Fern, Tree, and Lichen to bring together a forest-themed polycule.

(If anyone takes this as mean spirited I'll fucken block you, I sincerely adore this and am not making fun of this person's name.)