#sugar on my tongue

[ghoulscome]

David Byrne was so right when he wrote a song about giving head and sang it all whiny and desperate…..

[coeurdeverre82]

sugar on my tongue live at jabberwocky syracuse jan 26 1977

[rastronomicals]

5:57 AM EDT June 24, 2024:

Talking Heads - "Sugar On My Tongue" From the album   Popular Favorites 1984-1992: Sand in the Vaseline (October 13, 1992)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Like Aleister Crowley leaving bowls of cocaine around his house to prove his "mastery" over it, I listen to Talking Heads stuff not from Remain in Light or Fear of Music to remind myself I still dislike it.

Oh, wait, nevermind. I'm actually the opposite of Crowley.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

what you have to keep in mind abt arthur being a dickhead and kind of losing it in s3 is that like. it was right after the prison pits. i'm not even talking about the emotional/mental impact here i'm talking purely abt the fact that the dude's physical body was shutting down for like 80 different unrelated reasons the whole time.

he hasn't eaten in over a day or longer. he hasn't eaten anything besides raw meat and hasn't seen the sun and has been coasting juuuust at the edge of Organ Failure levels of dehydration for roughly Three Months. a significant amount of his blood is currently feeding wolves in the snow outside addison because of the neck wound and compound stab-through-skin fractures in his legs that he had to set by himself. also after the red right hand he's hungover or recovering from being poisoned or maybe both. of course he's having a mental breakdown. every single warning light is going off at the same time here. that's basically the only reasonable reaction.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

"Have you ever looked into the eyes of a cobra? The snake is divine... like me, Beleza Muscadine."

(Bel is a transgender man! He/him/his, xe/xem/xis, and they/them/theirs)

Bel looks different here (yellow/orange eyes, different outfit, fangs, more intimidating), than he looks normally (dark brown eyes, slightly different outfit, slightly crooked teeth, very friendly and extroverted) because of the cursed jewel he has acquired

He slowly becomes more snake-like and pretty much becomes a human/snake demon throughout the story

[nixie-deangel]

✨ 🍼 💐

✨ Retired Bradley, Jake climbing Command

Can’t help feeling his mouth go dry at the still so broad shoulders, thick bare arms. But it’s the soft tummy, covered in a thin line of dark hair leading down to the low riding pink shorts that makes him damn near choke on his own tongue. Jesus fucking Christ.

🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster

“I know you don’t like me,” Bradley murmurs softly as he stares down at his cup, waiting for his tea to finish steeping.  “I didn’t,” Jake agrees as he drops down onto the stool opposite of the older man. “Not so much now though.” “That you’ve got my full, sad life story?” Bradley looks up, flashing him a grimacing smile that looks strained around the edges.

💐 serial killer Jake - hangster

“So,” Jake starts, lips quirking up into a smarmy smirk, as he lets his eyes drag up and down what he could see of Bradley’s body, “how about Friday night?” Eyes flickering up, Bradley shoots him a questioning look before dropping his eyes back down to where he’s cutting up limes for the bridal party that had ordered Tequila shots. “Friday?” “Me taking you out, honey.” “No,” Bradley cuts in, pausing as he takes a breath before tightening his grip on the knife as he gets back to carefully cutting. “No, Jake. You gotta stop asking me, man.” “Why?”

Make Nixie Write!

[cryscendo]

I loved you then and I love you now.

@giftober 2023 | day 20: joy

[gophergal]

wow I love troubleshooting the human body why is it like this

[coeurdeverre82]

sugar on my tongue live at the kitchen mar 13 1976

[ask-greenpearl-and-greendiamond]

[rastronomicals]

4:12 PM EDT April 26, 2024:

Talking Heads - "Sugar On My Tongue" From the album   Popular Favorites 1984-1992: Sand in the Vaseline (October 13, 1992)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Bands Who Weren't Shit After Brian Left

[padfootastic]

Day 23 - Tea

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic

“Get away from here with that newfangled Western nonsense, Remus!”

Sirius turned, slowly, incredulously, to look at his shouting, shuddering boyfriend.

“Jamie—are you okay?” He certainly didn’t seem like he was. James had his arms raised in front of him, palms out as if warding off evil, face turned away from a bemused Remus.

“No! No, I’m not okay,” James cried dramatically, stumbling backward with hasty steps. Remus mouthed a ‘what the fuck’ in Sirius’ direction, hoping that he’d have a better idea of what was going on. Unfortunately, even with his vast knowledge of everything James Potter, he couldn’t figure out what was going on in that moment.

“James—wha-?”

“Oh, come on, Sirius,” James’ voice came out in a sort of indignant squawk, hands fluttering around. “Don’t tell me you can’t see it. That!” He pointed a finger towards Remus. More specifically, the steaming mug held in his hands.

“That?” Sirius leaned forward, trying to understand what James was going for. The only thing he could see was a milky liquid, with a string poking out of it through the side of the mug. Normal enough for Remus, who needed a cup of tea every three hours if he didn’t want to develop a killer headache. “I don’t get it.”

“The tea, Sirius! That—that abomination!” James finally spelled it out for them, though it didn’t make things any clearer.

“Huh?” Remus finally designed to speak up, peeking into his mug as if it held the answers of the universe. A huge sigh was heaved from the space in front of them, as if James physically couldn’t contain it any longer (not that he was even trying so far).

“I will never understand how you drink that swill when you can have perfectly good chai.”

Ah.

That explained it.

One wouldn’t think so, looking at James Potter, but he was an extreme tea—sorry, chai snob, utterly refusing to put up with anything except his beloved spiced chai. It didn’t matter that most of the time they didn’t want to put in the effort of crushing cardamom, grating ginger, pounding black pepper and waiting for everything to boil in the correct order for just the right amount of time. It didn’t matter that sometimes they just wanted something warm to drink within the minute, and a cup of hot water microwaved on full power with some milk powder and a teabag floating in it was more than good enough to get the job done.

No, for James, if you wanted tea, then you were supposed to have chai.

The moment realisation struck, Remus groaned out loud, all tension seeping out of his shoulders as his entire posture sagged. “James, you—! No. No. Sirius, will you please control your boyfriend while I enjoy my nice, hot cup of English Breakfast TEA without the peanut gallery yammering in the back? Thank you.”

With that, he sent one last scathing look towards an unrepentant James and walked away. They could hear an obnoxiously loud sip and a blissful ‘ah’ as he turned round the corner. James’ left eye twitched and he made a move as if to follow Remus and beat the mug out of his hand. Sirius, of course, couldn’t let that happen.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, J?” Sirius murmured, wrapping his fingers around James’ wrist and pulling him closer. “Chai, tea, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”

“How dare you—“

Of course, Sirius knew the kind of reaction that would provoke, but swallowing James’ outraged huff with the press of his lips was his favorite past time, after all. How could he resist?

[anime-cat-with-bong]

Wet sand looks like it would taste so good and have such a nice texture, but then you take a bite and neither are true.

[bookwyrminspiration]

have you played stardew valley?

I have not, I must confess. I'm aware it has a cultural presence, which was especially strong early pandemic, but it completely passed me by

I have, however, played Left 4 Dead 2 many times👍

[paeinovis]

Pros of epic gag reflex: can't choke to death alone in my apartment

Cons of epic gag reflex: