#swinging utters

[myvinylplaylist]

Vans Warped Tour 2001 Tour Compilation (2001)

Side One Dummy

[punkrockmixtapes]

Swingin Utters - Angels Pissing on Your Head

[columboscreens]

[daily-isat]

Odile pushing Bonnie on the swings (sorry I keep sending in asks I have a lot of ideas)

day 19! Bonnie Parktime Adventures

[alvallah]

Is it seasonal depression, my period, or ADHD?

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Making angst for a silly goofy fandom like tf2 is so hard because they've never been put into serious situations so everytime I write something is like:

[lubdubology]

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[theboost]

Truly cannot buy any read of true detective where rust and marty genuinely like each other in 1995. Buddies in 2002? sure. Exploring each other’s prostates in 2012? Why not. But in 1995? No way.

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Holy fuck y'all i should NOT be awake 😭

[horseforeplay]

everyone is always shitting on ari aster for the “state of horror movies” which is more of an economic problem than anything else (and i speculate that he may be scapegoated because he seems kinda bully-able as a person. i feared for his life seeing him “in conversation” with the safdie brothers on the criterion channel) but i have also enjoyed everything he’s made at least a little or it pissed me off in productive ways. i propose, if we must hate on modern horror, and we must blame one man, we should focus our energies on robert eggers

[tough-n-dumb]

i get the urge to delete my entire ao3 acct and all my writing daily. anyone else lol

[punkrockmixtapes]

Swingin’ Utters - The Note

[taviokapudding]

The ICJ are absolute pathetic cowards for not demanding a permanent nor immediate ceasefire

They can do that and chose not too- South Africa won in getting them to acknowledge the ongoing genocide as such but the ICJ's language makes is very clear they don't call for what over 80% of the world has been saying for months

We all knew Israel would ignore everything the ICJ orders them to do but I don't wish peace to any ICJ members. The people of the living world have asked for peace and once again a group of wealthy maggots have decided to not abide with the laws of the nature- I've had enough and cast what will happen.

I know that they will never dream in peace and be haunted by all those that have died and will die for their incompetence and lack of a spine. I pray they will stub all their toes to the point they can no longer regrow their toe nails and be unable to walk properly from the agonizing bruising of their veins and nerve endings. I acknowledge the demons that help line their pockets with blood money & encourage they manifest into physical forms and rob them of their boldily autonomy- decaying them from the inside out. I invoke that as long as they remain in the mortal realm, that all their food is always burnt, uneven, and undercooked so they cannot enjoy the bare minimum bliss that all life can experience. I speak into existence that their bloodlines will end 2 generations after them at the hands of whom they hold rather than save. When they breathe for the last time, I ask their graves be decimated, robbed, and fade away to unremarkble dust once all the survivors and their descendants have taken one round to shit and piss on their headstones and urns. And lastly I guarantee their legacy of being failures & housing the evil for the same of power to control humanity outlives them when we discuss human history even after 100 centuries have passed. So let it be done.

[kaibacorpintern]

Gozaburo: there is always money in the banana stand!!

Kaiba: these are the mutterings of a coward...

[gorgongorgeous]

EXPLICIT / ~6.3k words

If Basquiat’s expression flickers, Astarion does not notice. In fact, he doesn’t seem to notice any change in them at all. He laughs bright and smooth, as though he had not shifted their conversation in the first place. “I am,” he says. “It’s hard not to with you.” A little of the predator has left the elf’s eye, and now his look is almost fond. As though there’s genuine care lurking underneath the whole facade. The threat of honesty would be insulting if it wasn’t so fucking tempting.

Or: Basquiat catches on quicker than they should have, but resigns to play the game a little longer.

(aka i'm going to post the most self-indulgent filth i have ever written and sprint in the other direction)

[prettyboykatsuki]

he reminds me of like a greaser, where he lets you wear his jacket and opens doors and pulls out chairs for you and talks about you respectfully to his friends

PLEASEE THATS EXACTLY IT.

he makes me want to giggle and write our names in a diary im so ill about it. like he just has that like... upright despite being a bad boy thing and he suits it so well it makes me insane