#matters of the mind

[forensicated]

Stevie: *is freaked out by Neil smiling and laughing* I think we've lost the governor....

[televisionforwhales]

Some ppl are like "I'm a kinky sex-positive pervert freak!!!" and then make fun of virgins and asexuals..... sure, reclaim freakiness but keep working on that because teasing ppl for their sex lives (or lack thereof) is, unfortunately, very normie mainstream vanilla behaviour. the right to sexual determination includes NOT having sex. 101 shit. Like this isnt subversive dude, it's using the edge of an ideology for bullying

[chloesimaginationthings]

The nightmares in FNAF 4 get crazy...

[bunnions]

something something katsuki can't keep his hands off you when he's had a little too much to drink (see: denks the worst at-home bartender in the world, believes a shot of vodka really means four).

it starts off innocently enough, gathered in eijiro's living room, when he cracks a foul-mouthed joke and you double over into side with laughter. the heat starts to creep up his neck, but it's easy to blame it on the alcohol. he nudges you back playfully, a grin quirking at the corner of his lips.

two more shots of whatever vile concoction denki mixed up and he's melting into the couch. he's sitting on one end, a little squished with how mina, eijiro, hanta, and denki are piled on top of each other - chatting away, drinking, and desperately trying not to make eye contact with the wasted blond. katsuki's got you perched all pretty in his lap because "there isn't any room left to sit." a convenient excuse.

you're flushed and trying to keep up with mina's story and you're having a great time with your friends but katsuki's hands are looping casually around your waist and pulling you closer to him and he's leaning a little on you for support and you feel a zing speed down your spine as his lips brush against your arm. an accident.

his head's a little fuzzy, but katsuki's practically melting with the alcohol swimming through his veins. and you're so soft it's making everything even fuzzier. before he even finishes that thought he's testing out the plush of your waist, your thighs, pinching a little at the small of your back, and back down to your thighs. you squirm in his hold, and he retaliates with a soft grunt and by biting what he could reach.

the spit on your arm is more uncomfortable than the rather tame bite he gives you. you can see his eyes wobble, flitting to different parts of your face. "hol' s'till," he garbles and your heart leaps into your throat. you can feel four sets of eyes boring into you both, but you can't break away from katsuki's heavy, lidded, lovesick gaze.

[bitterest-taste]

growing up is realising that spencer reid was always hot

maturing is realising that aaron hotchner was also fine as fuck the whole time

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[poorlydrawninstarsandtime]

really specific hangups

[ids in alt]

[starryeyesmasc]

okay you got me 🙄

I’m thinking about my legs wrapped around your waist as you thrust your strap obscenely deep and I’m so fucked out I can’t do anything but moan each time 🤭

but don’t tell anyone…

[espies-galaxy]

For Me This Is More Than A Major

Dear World,

I am going to talk about something that has been weighing on my mind for many, many years. You see, I am a mass communications major with a double emphasis in journalism and integrated communications, I. LOVE. WHAT. I. DO. I love all the writing; I absolutely live for all the projects. Just the same as anyone in any other major.

So yet here I am, and when someone asks my major, and they hear mass communications, they just make a sound, not even words, just a scoff-off sound, which is basically the universal sign for 'oh, that is so easy.'

Well, listen up to all you people who dog on anyone who studies mass communications. I write articles, I am a journalist, and I am aware that newspapers are dying out; trust me, we learn about it, but guess what? Someone still needs to write the articles you read online. Just because the paper is dying, not my major is.

Not only am I a journalism emphasis but also an integrated communication emphasis. Do you know what an integrated communication person studies? Here is an exact excerpt from my universities page on integrated communications: "The Integrated Communication emphasis includes the disciplines of advertising and public relations and is designed to prepare students for all aspects of communication and promotion that help accomplish such goals as selling products and services, advocating on behalf of causes, issues, or individuals, and representing organizational reputations to the greater public."

I study public relations, I learn how to develop webpages, I learn how to do graphic design, I learn how to not only sell advertisements but also create them.

Now, don't get me wrong, there are majors that go more in-depth with those topics, except for public relations.

Yes, I am aware my classes are "easy" or "really basic" I don't want you to worry, your sweet little head. I know it is not the most challenging major out there, but here is a news flash. My degree could care less about your grades or where you studied. They are far more worried about your abilities to carry out the specific tasks given to you.

My freshman year, one of my professors told me that we will be told our major is easy or that it is pointless, but he then turned around and said those people are the mediocre people in this world. In OUR WORLD of mass communications, you see, there is no room for mediocre people. You are either exceptional, or you should change majors because, much like doctors, lawyers, etc., we don't have the room to mess up. Your PR rep can't screw up cause they are the one who is there to make sure you're in check.

Let me emphasis on one phrase, "THERE IS NO ROOM FOR MEDIOCRE," so how about a nice little back story.

As far back as I remember, the one thing I always loved doing was writing; when my dad worked as a web designer for the local newspaper, he would bring me home the little journalist pads for me to play with. I would take down scores at my sister's soccer games, and I would then "report" the game. I was meant for what I am doing now because back then, I sure as heck was just going off what I knew from television. But somewhere down the line, it got beat into my mind that that is not good enough. Not from my family either; they supported my decisions.

I finally got to college, still convinced that mass communications was a joke. So, I was a language major, Spanish, with minors in French and political science. I finished my first year, and I felt so trapped. I knew I would never be at the level needed to be a successful translator for an embassy.

I reevaluated my life.

And here I am, in my senior year of college. I am graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communication with a double emphasis in Journalism and Integrated Communications.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Should've Listened To Her Heart From The Beginning

(originally written by me on September 19, 2016)

[ipiutiminelle-ec]

Annabeth as Odysseus. Both too smart, too cunning, with eyes that have seen to much and dreams too big for this world.

She dreams, sometimes, of the raging sea, of bloodied fields and weary soldiers. Of the warm sun and sand of an island that feels like home. When she wakes up, the memories tug at her mind, tantalisingly out of her reach. (When storms hit the shores of the camp, she hears the roar of waves against the beach echoing in the cabin and she hides under her covers, trembling and gasping in a fear she doesn’t understand).

The first time she meets Clarisse, a new camper with wild eyes and an angry scowl she nearly calls her Achilles. (The only one to notice her hesitation is Mr D. He looks pitying for a second before retreating behind his disdainful apathy).

Percy as Penelope. Both fiercely loyal, resilient and strong. To have them as friends, as lovers, is like having a home.

Percy who flinches at smelly Gabe’s voice, who sees other men superimposed with him, stronger, taller, familiar men. He feels dread and determination rise within him. He lifts his chin. Royalty never bows to anyone. (People forget Penelope came from Sparta after all. She has smiles full of teeth and a sword in her closet).

[mugiwara-lucy]

So with the growing support behind Kamala Harris, I've been seeing more of THESE:

Do NOT pay them any attention.

Not only are these posts incredibly ignorant, narrow minded and naive....if we lose our rights how can we help the seas abroad?? I ask this because I NEVER get a concrete answer.

Kamala Harris is PRO-Palestine whereas Trump said he would "finish the job".

So between an Accomplished Attorney NOT COP who jailed pieces of gutter shit like Donald Trump or a Convicted Felon known for being a scammer, failed businessman and rapist; pick your poison.

[forensicated]

I would kill to know how many times they had to reset this scene 🤣🤣

[your-internet-bf]

God, I need someone to worship my cock.

I need to slap your face with it, lay it on your forehead, make you breathe me in. I need to grind into your skull, not granting you the satisfaction of having my perfect cock in your mouth, but grinding on you the way you grind on a pillow.

I need to see the pathetic look in your eyes when you see it. I need to see the lust, the desire, the slight shock and disbelief that yes, it really is as thick as your wrist.

I need to twine my fingers in your hair, close my eyes, and luxuriate while you worship every inch, kissing, licking, and sucking like I'm the last thing you'll ever taste.

I need to feel your desperation. I need to feel you adore me. I need to feel you debase yourself willingly for me, feel your hands on my cock, hear your moans as you bring me closer and closer to cumming.

Because you'd do it, wouldn't you? You "want" to be needed like you "want" to breathe air. I need you. I need your devotion, your worship, your hands and your tongue and your lips on me, and I need you to swallow every last drop from me - a gift from your god.

[caffichai]

Shaw, post workout!

Shaw's probably my favorite operator so far. Firefighter, tiny, good voice, and incredibly hilariously cheesy water blast attack. (Also, I thought Shaw was a little man for like 2 weeks)

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[corpsentry]

pick your battles