#our love is disgusting

[pink-yuri]

♡ Our "Love" Is Disgusting ♡

[postarie]

[studentofetherium]

[alien-in-the-mirror]

all my dollgirls friends should be reading this

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[starkspi]

From "Unadulterated Loathing" in which Charlie chains these two idiots accidentally together by @otsmosis (who made this comment at the end of the last chapter and inspired me to do whatever this is above)

[blakbonnet]

they both roleplay their earlier interactions and bring them to sexy conclusions every night btw like Stede pretends to be gut stabbed bleeding on the floor and Ed is a kind pirate who just happened upon him, but only his cock can save Stede's life

[hilacopter]

sometimes I think "how tf do hamasniks still believe they're not being antisemitic when we jews have explicitly told them over the past eight months that they're denying our history and supporting a terrorist organisation that wants to wipe us out" but then I remember uneducated token jews exist, along with fakers like jvp and unhinged cults like the neutrei karta.

[greentea-and-cookies]

If Stede doesn't send the message with a kiss how would Ed know how much he loves him??? Kissing the love letter goodbye is a must!

Besides, it adds dramatic effect (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

And we know how much both of them love drama

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness

[pink-yuri]

♡ Our "Love" Is Disgusting ♡

[postarie]

[studentofetherium]

there's a new Shio Ushio manga, and this one seems to be about a pair of freaks (girl who makes nude dolls of a girl who she didn't have sex with, and girl who obsesses over dolls instead of real people

[thankyouforthebraindamage]

i’m sorry you have WHAT NOW

[francesderwent]

restaurants in italy will have a cover charge “for the bread”, and if they don’t like you, they will charge you the cover and just. not give you the bread

[theprinceandthewitch]

The biphobia coolaide never fails to smooth out peoples brains...