#sERIOUSLY

[ltsaradharkness]

When your parents can no longer afford anything because shit is expensive and they don't get social security anymore.

You did that.

When it costs twice as much for anything imported or made with imported materials.

You did that.

When gas is 8$ in the cheap areas and Gaza is glass and Ukraine is ash. When the kingdom tries to leverage the east. When you can't get a good government job, even with your education. When you can keep your house or car.

You did that.

When the next school shooting happens down the road from you. Or when someone picks a fight and the police shoot the innocent party because race. When you get yelled at for no reason or attacked.

You did that.

To the men who voted for Donald Trump today:

When your girlfriend gets pregnant, and you’re not ready to become a father, and you’re forced into a position that cripples you emotionally, financially and irreversibly, remember: you did this.

When your sister’s pregnancy turns out to be ectopic, and she can’t get the life-saving medical care she needs and dies a completely pointless, preventable death, remember: you did this.

When your 12-year-old daughter is raped by her soccer coach — after he’s legally allowed to strip off her pants and peep at her genitals, because the existence of trans kids terrifies you — and she steals your shotgun and kills herself in your garage, remember, first and foremost: you did this.

Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die because of the decision you made today.

You did that.

[sonicthehedgehoglover2]

Ya'll didn't tell me this was a horror game.

[4rtbyl33]

That one scene in A Hard Day's Night

[feralhoekage]

K, asking for a friend... How does dating work? 27 years old and never been on a date. Never talked to guys like that... Like how do I-uh my friend- date 😐🥲 I tried to talk to 2 guys, not even in a dating/relationship capacity, but in friendly conversation, immediately got dick pics 😐🙃🫠

[petals42]

just wanted to say. your fics were a staple of serotonin for me for several years, and i revisited/reread many of your works during covid to keep up my spirits.

Thank you for sharing your work with the world, it changed my life for the better and helped influence the kind of writer i would like to be one day!

This is so, so kind-- thank YOU for passing the serotonin along in the same of this message. Messages and comments like this are why I keep all my stuff posted!

[nothingbutferal]

Watching Yusuke go through incredible amounts of pain during the fight with the wasted Australian was awesome. I love cheering on two dudes while they duke it out like men an shit. Blow for blow, feet bleedin like crazy while digging into knives, concussion inducing headbutts. That's good content.

But seeing Hiei wince quietly about his arm might have killed a small light inside me.

[bringiton]

FAVORITE CHAPPELL ROAN BRIDGE/OUTRO → CASUAL “I wrote this song bc I am legitimately so tired of love turning into situationships and I know my friends are so tired about hearing about the sh*t show of my love life.”

[fluxxdog]

Well I just fucking cried. Thank you.

Humans are unstoppable...Until they aren’t.

I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.

A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress. 

But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.

So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.

BUT THEN

They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.

The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine. 

(Right?)

(…Wrong.)

- What is… help. Help!-

- ake up! You have t-

- been days. You need sleep, you-

- nother transfusion. We could-

- out of sedatives!-

A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.

‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’

[kyriathanatos]

hey, you guys wanna see something completely fucked up?

why the FUCK do these match so well. i didnt edit SHIT.

[red-lights-of-doooooom]

THANK YOU FOR SAYING THIS

I'm a grown ass queer woman. I've been hating all the fear mongering ever since I was young. When I was in high school and the orange cunt got in the first time, I mocked the people who went batshit insane, and was both really anxious and annoyed with what people were saying was gonna happen to all the queers.

Yes, I know things are gonna be terrible for the US because he's back in. Yes, it's gonna be bad for the lgbt community, especially the trans people. Yes, it'll probably be a pain in the ass for women having to jump through hoops just to avoid pregnancy. It's just not gonna be fair. And we'll have to accept that.

I'm Canadian, and I know that even we are gonna face adversity because of this. The whole world will. BUt we are gonna survive. We're gonna tough it out. This isn't a call for people to just up and kill themselves. This isn't the time to be running, if you can. Actually, running will only make things worse not only for you, but also for other people, too.

You can't spend all your time acting like a little pissbaby and alternating between seething in hatred (or wallowing in soul-crushing despair) and perpetually existing in an ever-present state of fear and anxiety.

Because fear is almost as strong as emotions like anger and hate, and definitely just as bad, if not worse. Hate and anger are the biggest reasons that Trump won.

You can't let fear control you. You need to have hope. Hope may not have allowed Harris to win, but it sure as hell will allow YOU as people to survive in the coming days ahead.

This is a time to stay strong. To get up and fight. To look for the light in the darkness. To search vigilantly for anything resembling safety. It may be harder to try and secure your futures, but it sure as hell won't be impossible. And in time, things will get better. They have to.

They have to.

Gonna be fr grown adult queers should know better than to engage in crazy fear mongering telling other people it’s over and we’re all gonna be sent to camps and lose our rights and be criminalized and whatever like hey how about don’t tell a group of people with unbelievably high suicide rates that there’s no hope and life is over

[xxgwenstacyxx]

y'all...

[prokopetz]

Historically, the American animation industry has recognised only two types of cartoons aimed at adult audiences:

The animated sitcom

Martial arts action with tits and gore

I'm watching the Fionna and Cake miniseries right now, and I genuinely think we're witnessing the emergence of a third broadly accepted option: whimsical fantasy adventure in the mode of popular children's programming, except everyone is clinically depressed.

[fuckingrecipes]

Grinding whole spices is WORTH the cost and effort

Just wanted to remind folks that if flavor was color, pre-ground spices are pastels, and freshly-ground spices are vibrant fully-saturated jewel tones with an iridescent rainbow sheen.

I am not shilling, I will not link you to a brand or product.

But please, please put it on your future to-do list to acquire a ultra gritty (not smooth ceramic or glazed) spice grinder. Lava rock if you can. The mexican Molcajete works wonderfully. An electric grinder if you must.

Search for a local asian or latin supermarket for cheap whole spices in bulk. Per-Pound, whole spices in a baggie are almost always cheaper than pre-ground bottles.

I am begging you, knees on the ground and tears in my eyes, to please, just once, go buy a tiny amount of good-quality cinnamon bark.

It should be a lovely medium-brown color with a soft orange tint, not nearly black with age. It should look a little soft and crumbly around the cut edges. Look for the flat pieces, which haven't curled into rolls from dryness.

Break a little piece off. Less than the size of your thumbnail. Crush or grind it however you can. Smash it with a hammer, make dust with sandpaper, however you want.

And stick it in your mouth.

A tiny amount of freshly ground cinnamon bark is heady, fruity, sweet, floral, and has a warm spice that breathes down your throat. You can chew on bits of the bark like candy, it's so sweet and good.

Pre-ground cinnamon tastes like bitter dust and betrayal by comparison.

The really old, dry as dust cinnamon sticks that look so dark brown they're nearly black... you can grind those up too, it'll improve the flavor, but it's about three steps behind the fresh stuff. Kingdoms fought wars over fresh cinnamon. Kings traded war prisoners for pounds of cinnamon, and I get it. I understand.

If you can afford it, if you want an earth-shaking treat, please consider: Whole Nutmegs, Good Cinnamon, Whole Cloves, and Whole Peppercorns.

And some method of grinding them.

[kaluaah]

i wanna suck it on camera

Sweet boyfriend ! Choso with a filthy mouth ⭐️

“Yes, god… spread your fucking legs just like thaaat,” a groan from the pit of his sternum, large hands finding purchase on the thick of your hips, “let me see that pretty pussy, baby, fuuucck.”

And you do, achy, trembling thighs falling so obscenely wide for your sweet, sweet boyfriend who mercilessly abuses your endlessly weeping cunt. Not a single, coherent thought remains in your poor little mind, nothing but the sound of him, the feeling of him.

You’re just mindlessly obeying his obscene requests; lips parting almost instinctively when he leans down to drool onto your tongue; pulling your legs to your chest when he asks to see more of you; even tracing frantic, haphazard circles around your swollen clit when he tells you to. Always been such an obedient girl after all.

It’s been hours. You’re nearly crying — sore, overstimulated, exhausted, but you asked for this. You got on your knees for it, remember? Choso could hardly make it through the door before you were falling to your knees in front of him, begging for cock.

He’s simply obeying your wishes, but his mouth is just so fucking filthy. There is a filter that ceases to exist upon the very moment he sinks inside of you. Sloppy, beckoning walls sucking him in so greedily that he can’t help but to mutter the obscenest of profanities, the nastiest amalgamations of words to ever be uttered in human existence.

“Fuck, c’mereee,” he’s pulling your hips up and you let him, his lithe fingers digging so deliciously into the fat of your ass, “such a gooood slut for that cock… taking me so well, so fucking deeeep, god.” Heavy hands hold you still, your canting hips suspended into the air as he forces you onto his cock again and again and again. “Take it baby, take that fuckin’ cock… allll the way to the back of that slutty, little pussy, godddd.”

See? Just nasty, but you’re no saint — babbling disgusting little coos in response to his vulgarity, begging for him to go deeper, harder. Stupidly gaped mouth wide and occupied with your delirious wails of rapture. More, more, more, you cry, grasping for his hips, his face, the back of his neck. Perfect hips bucking so sluttily in tandem with his bruising thrusts.

A gruff chuckle parts his lips, an ensuing grin crinkling his darkened eyes. “Yeah? Moreee?” Choso is sitting back on his heels, angling his hips upward to fuck against your tensing walls. “Such a greedy girl for it, huh? Bet you want me to breed that cunt too, right? Get you fucking pregnant?” Fuck.

You nod. Duhhh.