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[sugarsnappeases]

just sent a terrifying email… will be roiling w anxiety for the next 24 hours…. will somebody please come kill me

[eddiethekaspbrak]

[ cont'd, from here ] with @riptozier

richie talked too much. he always had.

at fourteen he was far less willing to admit it, but even then, eddie thought it was endearing. he liked hearing richie talk. he liked what the kid had to say. he was funny -- not that eddie ever told him that. not that eddie could even put words to what he felt when richie kept going and going on one of his soliloquies, his brain working so fast it made eddie feel fluttery and weak in the knees. not that he knew. what came out as 'shut up, richie,' again and again and again, was no more than a desperate plea, because -- dear god, every word made his chest feel all weird and tight.

at forty, eddie still didn't have the right words to express himself. he still didn't have the words to explain what richie made him feel when he went off like that, talking in circles, with that pretty mouth of his curving around vowels and splitting over consonants, showing off his equally pretty teeth (-- thanks, went) as he did. but it still made his chest feel all weird and tight, and it made his heart squeeze into his throat, and his mind go utterly blank.

he stared and tried to focus -- tried to process, tried to breathe -- but richie was five minutes in to his latest ramble, and eddie (fully grown eddie, with a fully functioning, forty year old brain) could no longer even manage a fucking 'shut up.' not even a singular 'beep.'

richie was a words man. eddie was all action.

so that's what happened. eddie took action.

he reached out his hands and grabbed on to richie's stubbly face, forcing it forward so his mouth was right where eddie could get it. he pulled the man down a few inches and mid-fucking-sentence pressed his own mouth to richie's, his words turning to mumbles -- then, thank fucking god, turning to nothing more than a happy little hum. happy. fucking. happy.

that's when his brain turned back on. that's when eddie realized what he'd done, what had happened. he'd pictured it so many times before, crafted fantasies with such intricate detail that, for a split second, he was convinced this was no more than a good dream -- but it was real. it was real, and he'd --

he was kissing richie. in real life. and richie was kissing him back. and it was good. it was good, and warm, and eddie could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, thumping pathetically hard against the hand richie spread over his back. he could taste richie's tongue, feel as the press of his lips grew more eager. eddie's fingers found hair and curled into it, slipping up over richie's scalp until he could get a good handful and keep the other tangled up in his hands. their bodies got close, the heat eddie felt now doubled.

and yeah -- yeah, it worked. yeah, richie stopped talking. but once they parted, once richie pulled back and eddie could see the dumbfounded expression on his face, all he wanted was for the man to talk again, for him to tell eddie that he hadn't just massively fucked up.

but for once, richie took his time. eddie's grip softened, hands slipping down the other's neck, then to his shoulders. he breathed heavy and hard, face flushed, lungs never getting enough to calm him. every second felt like an eternity, like his entire life was hanging in the balance, like maybe he aught to turn and run away, until -- thank fuck -- that stupid fucking dipshit finally opened his trashmouth and spoke.

as soon as he did, eddie kissed him again.

[goore-ghoul]

I am trying to keep my cool while talking to this Swedish lady but she just asked me my favorite band and I am Not Normal about Ghost in ANY situation

I am a Freak

HELP

[limelemonchi]

freak Pines

[emjaydoubleyou]

this post is fearmongering. the results of this study are concerning and should definitely be a matter of public discussion, but this is certainly not the conclusion the researchers came to.

the point of the study was to assess the risks of exposure to toxic metals- something one of the co-authors notes are “ubiquitous” fwiw- via menstrual products. Their research confirmed that these metals are indeed present in tampons, but no further conclusions are drawn. it is possible the metal entered into the cotton from the soil, which is a well-known phenomenon; cotton is so good at lifting heavy metals that it has actually been suggested as a part of the solution for revitalizing polluted ground.

the authors conclude with an acknowledgement that the study should be repeated- their sample size was 60 tampons- and a suggestion that further testing ought to be done to indicate whether or not these metals can even leech out of the tampon in the first place, let alone whether or not such leeching could occur at levels deleterious to human health.

there is, in fact, a body of research- too small, for sure, but much larger than this single study- indicating that long-term proper tampon use has no observable negative impact on health. i am grateful and thrilled that more research is being done and i hope that this study is the first of many on this line of questioning, but i am really frustrated at this post and the response it got.

obviously, if this study alters your approach to menstrual health, more power to you. consumers should be informed-risk-takers, and menstrual health is double-obviously a very personal choice. but it definitely wasn't the researchers concluding that you ought to “avoid using tampons at all cost," only this tumblr user did. the lead author of the paper, in fact, specifically says that she hopes people do NOT panic about the results.

(the notes of the post were disappointing. people affirming that they knew they were right to be suspicious of tampons all along, or even recommending alternatives that actually have very little to no research regarding the safety of long-term use, etc. it’s a different conversation, but categorical distrust of tampons is old-school misogyny. you certainly shouldn't wear them if you don’t want to, but there is nothing inherently scary or wrong about them, and people who prefer them are not being reckless or crass.)

((if you're really worried about exposure to heavy metals, you may want to turn a critical eye to fast fashion, as an aside))

[cyberpunkboytoy]

So there's the idea of "kitchen table poly," AKA "everyone in the polycule needs to be able to sit at a kitchen table together and get along like friends."

One of my roommates just came up with a counter idea, which is "poker table poly." Everyone in the polycule must be enemies. No one is allowed to get too chummy or they're kicked out. They all also likely owe eachother money.

[rubyfunkey]

Gay /pos /hj

which part is the half-joke the gay part or the pos part. my friend hannah wants to know

[envelopandkissme]

this fucks

[butchbait4butch]

hey transfems, i don't know which of you need to hear this but it's okay to never use your penis during sex if you don't want to. it's okay to tell your partner not to touch it, to ignore it even, and hold them to respecting that boundary, no matter how many times you've had sex with them, or even if you've had sex with them with your penis involved.

you're not weird or broken for having needs or having boundaries, and you deserve lovers who respect those needs and boundaries. as someone who knows first hand, it's not worth it not to speak up.

this is a post for bottoms, switches, and tops. for subs or dom/mes. for anyone who feels like their no will go unheard or that the only reason people are sexually interested in you are those who want a woman with a dick. i promise you there are people who are out there who will listen, who will get you, and who will treat you how you deserve.

in fact? that's the absolute base line that anyone deserves during sex, and you deserve that and so much more.

[bob-artist]

Since the Canada griffin was proudly mentioned recently I figure it can’t hurt to ask if you do happen to have plans to design Canada griffin goslings at some point in the future? (muse permitting)

I DO NOW.

I present to you

honklings

[problemnyatic]

when will we talk about the willful helplessness epidemic on here. So many people on this god forsaken website demand to have any and all things that exist outside their personal experiences directly, personally pre-chewed and spoonfed to them. And when you do, they'll then ask for you to swallow for them, too, because, you see, in THEIR experience..,

[menderash]

i have no words. worlds first terf monk returns from a thirty year hibernation on top of a mountain i guess.

[eddiethekaspbrak]

continued from [ x ]  with @scribedhorror

‘ bill, ‘ eddie managed, using what little breath he had to make the name sound nice and strong, just like bill was. he wanted to shake his head, but it hurt. he wanted to reach out for the other, but it hurt. he wanted to say how tired he was, how stanley was right. they’d never win, so long as the others were worried about someone straggling behind. but he was too tired. 

‘ it’s okay. ‘ that’s what he managed. that, and a smile. eddie looked at bill like he was everything, brown eyes swimming with hope and promise despite the ( quite literal ) dead end he’d found himself up against. this might be the end, but not for bill. never for bill. his big bill -- his first friend, his best friend. 

bill jostled him and eddie cried out in pain, mouth clamping down to catch the sound before the other losers could hear and come running back. he let the other man hold his weight entirely, the only thing between them a crumpled, leather jacket as he went in for a hug. 

richie’s jacket. eddie’s hand was still on it. he gripped it tight, letting his eyes screw shut and his head land on bill’s shoulder. he wanted to tell the other man to give it back, to make sure richie had it, to make sure richie was okay, but the darkness was already creeping in around him, sinking in, making everything hurt less and less and less. 

‘ you take care of -- ‘ eddie, just like he did when he was little, stopped to suck in a big and necessary breath, stopping short when he realized his lungs couldn’t handle it. if he had it, it was exactly when eddie would’ve shot his inhaler down his throat. but he didn’t. and this wasn’t asthma. nothing was going to fix this. eddie would never inhale deep again, and he knew it. 

‘ you take care of ‘em for me, ‘kay ? m-make sure --’ fuck. it was supposed to be bill who stuttered. ‘ make sure you get him out of here. don’t let him -- he’s a fucking idiot. ‘ richie. eddie knew. if he died -- which, down to his bones, eddie knew he was about to, a fact oddly comforting now that he was face to face with it -- eddie knew that richie would lose it. he would try to do something dumb and heroic. if the losers got out and he didn’t -- richie would do something stupid. he’d do what bev said he would, pennywise be damned. 

‘ get ‘em -- get ‘em home, big bill. ’ 

[marisatomay]

twitter is hell but i really hope it doesn’t actually die because this is in contention for the funniest thing i’ve ever read in my life

[kuuhaiyu]

i really can't emphasize how heartbreaking it is that the recent harassment campaign against @/90-ghost (among others; see: 1, 2, 3) has led to well-meaning people telling others not to listen to him. he is one of the most visible survivors of the genocide here on tumblr. his entire journey of escape is so well documented! and yet, it only took a few people confidently pointing fingers to create an entire witch hunt accusing him and other palestinians of being disreputable scammers and liars.

i can't help but feel like the reason why people were SO eager to believe those accusations, is because it was uncomfortable to see posts from palestinians every day asking for our time, attention, money, and support; so when someone presented the perfect excuse to ignore all those posts and asks while also taking the high ground, people just LEAPED onto it. they wanted to believe it, because it would be more comfortable.

honestly, i understand feeling overwhelmed by bad news, by the number of asks and messages in your inbox, and so on and so forth. i understand needing to set boundaries for yourself so you don't get burned out. i think this is really when you have to have a set of principles to fall back on, even when you're tired, uncomfortable, angry, and/or sad. so here's the one i suggest, which has been working for me best: don't make your discomfort with this situation into someone else's problem, and for god's sake don't make it a public problem.

if you hate seeing fundraiser posts or news about gaza, i can't emphasize this enough, JUST MOVE ON. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND SCROLL PAST! all you have to do is absolutely nothing. which is what you were doing anyway, so it shouldn't be hard. if you don't have the heart to read, or reblog, or share, or donate, or support in other ways, at the very least, don't obstruct the efforts of people who ARE trying to make a difference. this is, quite literally, the least you can do.

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes