#this makes me want to commit a felony

[shorlinesorrows]

here is ur daily reminder that Kevin Day leaving the cult that raised him was never selfish

thx send post x

[dollydoee]

chridtmss jane

Id like to shout out my friends who dealt with me not wanting to finish this since October. I almost gave up because 1. I didn't like the pose 2. I wanna change my janey design

I did just use a bg off Google cuz I cannot draw backgrounds + the layout make me mad and ibis alr deep fryed the quality (tbf I chose. The WORST brush and only swapped halfway)

(Slightly different ver, the bg, and outfit i referenced. I was ginna use the st cassion logo but I forgot)

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[bitchyfop]

"ugh reintegration never went anywhere" "they never told us who irving was talking to on the phone" "but what is lumon actually trying to do" "they're just stringing us alo -" BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

[maximusboltaqon]

have i mentioned that ahura is my favoritest character and he deserves to be in every comic ever?? because ahura deserves to be in every single comic ever

[lesbianlenas]

my beloved beautiful youtube woman’s sweatpants are dropping this week legit put it on my google calendar so i will get a notification 10 mins before to ensure that i can spend likely over $100 to support my queen ❤️

[asherrainbows]

cries bc i have to be in the auditorium for ten hours straight on a weekend

[aweisz]

monolingual people really don't know how to write multilingual people do they

[gracelandmp3]

jumpscared, sitting bolt upright in bed after being more than half asleep . tongues of serpents audiobook strike two: chinese name mispronounced

[chibishortdeath]

Yay rpg maker stuff :3. I should make more updates that aren’t just little concept doodles cause I have gotten a couple rooms to work, but eh. The game itself is still in like the getting the whole map figured out stage, then I’ll have to go through and plan where story specific events will happen, what characters appear where, major puzzles, whether or not there will be a battle system, etc etc. but I do have a lot of things down and have figured out how the program works for the most part! You guys get to see the map planning page early hehe, also the little girl character (who I still need to figure out the name of whoops—)

Anyway, these two are some main characters, Layne and Reid. I don’t wanna spoil too much about them, but they are also med school students and test subjects like Miran. Layne is the one with their hair to their right and spiky ends, Reid is the one with their hair over their left eye and a rounder style.

Ok yeah that’s it bye—

[lux-et-tenebrus]

There's a couple of things I want to add to this:

1. I decided as a child I don't want kids, mostly out of disgust for my cousins who were the worst example of children AND siblings. Thanks to my parents' divorce and my mother's marriage to her husband, I also decided I'd never get married, cause they were all the perfect example of the boomer mentality that "marriage is a trap" (and, for a long time, "love" seemed like a ultimately fake concept too).

I'm currently in my 30's - I have met a man I cannot imagine living without, he is truly my forever, so, yes - I have changed my mind about marriage (although, for us, it's not the be-all-end-all), BUT I have not changed my mind about children. AT ALL. So, yes, you CAN change your mind - you're ALLOWED to change your mind, it's perfectly okay to change your mind.

But that gives no one the right to tell you you WILL/SHOULD change your mind.

2. ALSO - do you know what all those aunties who told me "don't worry, you'll change your mind when you get older/meet the right person/the first time you hold someone else's baby" actually did?

They terrified me.

They made me think that I actually had no choice in the matter. They made me think that, one day, my body would tell me "you want kids now", but it would all be biology/hormones, and that I'd wake up, 2.5 kids later, and realise that NO, I STILL DID NOT WANT KIDS. (It didn't help that most of these people were also the type to spend 90% of their time complaining that their kids were terrors/ruined their lives/cost them a fortune). This especially scared me when I realised that, with my mental health as it is, I stood a very high chance of suffering Post Partum Depression.

I am older now, and, more than ever, I now know I will never have kids. To the point where I am considering surgery (thankfully I found a supportive gynaecologist who just told me 'each woman can make her own decision and it's not my place to challenge them'). But there are still days when that fear comes creeping in.

Don't get me wrong; if you want kids, cool! If you change your mind about wanting/not wanting kids - as long as it's YOUR decision - Cool! But stop telling other people that they will change their minds. Let them do that themselves.

This was long, and I don't know if anyone will read my addition, but I just want to add, for all the girls out there who keep hearing "you'll change your mind" -

THE TLDR: >> YOU ARE ALLOWED TO NOT WANT KIDS

>> YOU ARE ALLOWED TO WANT KIDS

>> YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CHANGE YOUR MIND EITHER WAY

WHAT YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO IS TELL ANYONE THAT THEY WILL CHANGE THEIR MINDS - IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!!!

stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind

[b0mblover]

in my room, straight up sobbing, and by sobbibg…well..lets just say…. my art

[casualfruit]

This is because movies these days are made only for the most high-tech cinemas with super high quality screens/lighting and surround-sound. They’re not being remastered for regular home TVs anymore (that’s also why dark scenes are now utterly inscrutable when watched at home).

The wildest part is that I watched Dune 2 in a high-end cinema and EVEN THEN I struggled to hear the dialogue. For reference, I am not Deaf or hard of hearing. It felt like 50% of the dialogue was whispered as quietly as possible, and at the same time every explosion felt like the whole room was vibrating, which was not actually a very fun way to experience a movie, especially one as dialogue-driven as Dune.

This is the fault of an audio engineering element called “dynamic range” which refers to a movie’s volume range from quietest to loudest. For some ungodly reason it has become trendy for movies to stretch their dynamic range to the absolute limits of human perception in order to maximize drama, but this comes at the cost of movies being. y’know. Enjoyable.

It’s not just inaccessible to Deaf/HoH people—it’s inaccessible to hearing people as well. This overemphasis on dynamic range is ruining movies and I blame Christopher Nolan for starting this bullshit.

[lesamismorts]

alex claremont diaz you are the most perfect funny interesting narrator of any book ever and i would go to war and die for you im so sorry those ugly bitches at prime video (@primevideo YES YOU GUYS) ruined everything about your character . one day i will avenge you and blood will be spilled but it will be okay because the world will know about your beautiful mind and soul. and that scene of you confessing your gay affair to rafael luna (another Goat 🐐 i will tell his story too)

[berrryparfait]

lick my conch ! 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier x fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: "beach day", or so he said. little do you know that he's about to eat you out to the point of tears! 「i can't take this anymore... his tongue—!」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, cunnilingus on the beach, squirting, cl*t stimulation, intense orgasms, semi-public, dubcon on reader's part

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: cherry – lana del rey

✧ a/n: reader singlehandedly spawned another ocean with her c*m and that's okay! #peaceandlove happy reading! <3

“The beach is quiet today, sweetie.” Sylus rests a calloused hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch surprising you. “Uhuh…” You don’t quite know where he’s going with this. Looking around, there’s not a single person in sight, but you can hear voices coming from somewhere behind the giant beachrock you’ve been leaning against. You eye him suspiciously as his hand travels further up your thigh, a familiar glint in his eye that tells you you’re in deep, deep trouble. “Relax. no one can see or hear us.” Not here, Sylus!—you want to yell at him, but the pad of his thumb on your clit effectively silences you. He massages you gently through the thin fabric before pulling your thong to the side, your pussy already moist with arousal. “Well, look what we have here…” he muses, positioning his face between your legs and admiring your wet folds. “We’re in public—“ you begin, stopping short when his tongue pokes out to tease your clit. “Mmpfh—“ You try your best to suppress your moans, but he’s lapping at your cunt now, eagerly as a man starved. “Fuck, kitten—you taste so good…” He licks and sucks at your needy pussy, every inch of you begging for his attention despite the fact that you’re quite literally committing a felony right now. The thought flies right over your head, your entire being consumed by the quick, wet movements of his lips and tongue against your sensitive heat. As you feel your pleasure spiking, you grab his semi-wet hair and arch your back, attempting and failing to muffle your moans as you cum all over his mouth, the sensation crashing over you so hard you see stars. He smirks at you annoyingly while you writhe in pleasure, taking in the beautiful beach scenery that is now you. “Return the favor for me, will you, darling?”

Perfect weather, perfect day. The cool breeze brushes against your skin as you sip from your glass, the sour sweetness of the sparkling mojito dancing on your tongue. "This is so good," you remark, carelessly tipping the glass towards you and spilling a bit on your bare stomach. Caleb looks down at the mess you've made and tuts, as if wholly unsurprised. "She strikes again. Good thing I've got a way to clean that up." He brings his head down to your navel, then begins trailing small kisses down your stomach, cleaning the sweet liquid off your skin as he goes. When he reaches the waistline of your bikini bottoms, a lopsided smile twists his lips. "Caleb, we're out in the open right now—" you protest, but he pulls them to the side and begins licking at your folds anyway. You whine in surprise, frantically looking around the beach for signs of other people. His tongue is on your clit now, caressing your core with slow, languid movements at make your toes curl and knees buck. "You're wet for me, Pips..." he groans as your arousal coats his tongue and drives him wild. The friction between his mouth and your cunt is overwhelming, and you rock against his face out of your volition. "Ugh... Ahh—!" Propping yourself up with your elbows, the rough sand digging into your skin while you're consumed by the euphoric feeling that is Caleb's tongue between your folds, you hear footsteps approaching in your direction. "Quick, come for me, baby—" A wave crashes in the distance, mimicking your climax. You shake with pleasure as the orgasm hits you, squirting in Caleb's face as he massages your trembling thighs. "Quite the clean-up job, if I do say so myself."

"The water's so peaceful today," you muse, leaning your head on Rafayel's shoulder. "It might be a sign," he replies, the cryptic answer puzzling you. He chuckles at your quirked eyebrow, then shrugs. "All I'm saying is that we wouldn't want the calm tide to go to waste." Before you can make sense of what he's trying to say, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up over his shoulder, balancing your weight with one hand. "Put me down, Raf! What are you—" With a splash, he tosses you into the water, jumping in right after. Treading, you look around, but can't see him anywhere. A pair of hands grips your thighs, and you gasp in shock, wondering if you should be fearing for your life right now. But the way the waves instantly calm, the way the sea suddenly looks bluer—you know it's him. He gently pulls your legs apart, and you instinctively search the shoreline for watchful eyes. Thankfully, there are none—for now. He pulls your swimsuit bottom down and in a split second his mouth is there, planting soft kisses on your clit. You bite your lip and rest your legs on his shoulders, unsure of what else to do. His tongue laps at your cunt, which has now grown wet independent of the seawater all around you. You can't hear him, but you can feel him groaning against your pussy, the warm vibrations buzzing through every nerve in your body and drenching you in ecstasy. "Ahh—ahh..." you moan out loud, hoping no one on land is able to see or hear your lewd expressions. A stronger wave sways you then, and his tongue hits your g-spot at just the right moment. You come undone with his mouth around your heat, crying out as your shake uncontrollably with nothing to grab on to but his hair. You can feel his dirty grin between your legs. He rises to the surface, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded. "I may be a sea god, but I do love drowning."

You both decided to embark on this beach getaway to get your minds off work—something the two of you are pretty much constantly drowning in. Despite your dedication to the task, it's to ignore the fact that your inbox hasn't been checked in hours... "Zayne, maybe we should check our emails. Just the emails! I hate the thought of missing something important..." He smooths a hand over your arm. "We both assigned perfectly capable stand-ins, remember? Try your best to relax now that we're here." He pauses then, thinking. "I may have something in mind that could help. It's common knowledge that reaching orgasm is incredibly effective for relieving stress." You gape at him. "Reaching what now?" He smiles at you, gently, then gets on his knees before you can stop him. "Zayne! We're in a public space!" He ignores your feeble protests and spreads your thighs apart. The next thing you know, his mouth is on your bare pussy and you can think of nothing else. He starts off slow, worshipping your cunt with smooth, unhurried strokes. But it isn't long before he responds to your sweet verbal sounds, picking up the pace as if knowing exactly what you need. His lips firmly latch onto the area around your clit while his tongue straight up abuses the swollen nub, flicking it with such unrelenting speed that you cry out for mercy. "Fuck— Zayne—!" You clamp your thighs around his face, squeezing hard. Back arched and feet curled, your mind is no longer on emails, that's for sure. "Fuck, fuck—!" you wail before the orgasm hits you and you cum all over his mouth, squirting warm, transparent liquid onto his glasses and down his throat. He massages your pussy for a while longer, drawing out your climax as you spasm around his fingers. "There, better?"

"I like this one." He points to a baby blue seashell by your foot, eyeing it curiously. You laugh, trying your best to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs. You've been horny for the past hour, but don't want to say anything to ruin the innocence of your date. "You're ovulating, aren't you?" he asks, waking you from your stupor. "How did you know?" He grins sheepishly, then mutters something about how he always knows. "It's not a big deal, you know, me being like this. We don't have to do anything. I'm happy just sitting here with you—" "Ride my face." It sounds more like a command than a suggestion, and you waste no time following his orders. Making sure there's no one around, you slide your one-piece bathing suit off and position yourself right above his face, where his mouth is already open and waiting. "Fuck, you're so wet..." He grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto him, and the feeling of your cunt settling onto his lips is heavenly. You begin to rock against his tongue to a steady rhythm, waves of pleasure filling your body as your clit rubs on his chin and nose. "Mmmpfh..." he sighs into your pussy, prompting you to fuck his face harder and faster than before. You grab a fistful of his hair and jerk your hips against his mouth, the both of you grunting with every thrust as the pressure builds and builds deep in your core. "Yes—right there, right there—!" you scream as his tongue hits that sweet spot, sending your heart into orbit. It's as if your hips have a mind of their own as you hump his mouth, the wet suction noises intensifying— You burst all over his face, squirt and cum leaking out of your pussy in violent spurts that he promptly licks up. Panting, you slump onto the sand and fall into an exhausted, satisfied heap. "Back to counting seashells, are we?"

— ⋆˙⟡ ©berrryparfait

《 please do not copy / plagiarize / translate my works or publish them on any other platforms. 》

[ashenquill]

Tim seems like the type to have a Snapchat story dedicated to his crashouts

He frequently posts videos of himself yelling about the idiots he encounters in his daily life, and people live for it.

Tim, in his car: I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF BAD DRIVERS! IF YOU WANT TO DRIVE LIKE A PRE-SCHOOLER, THEN PULL UP IN THE LITTLE TYKES COZY COUPE, MOTHERFUCKER. I AM TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM REAR-ENDING YOU! AT LEAST THEN YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO GO THE FUCKING SPEED LIMIT

Tim, barely visible and whisper-shouting in a dark closet: If I have to deal with Lex Motherfucking Luthor one more time I might just have to commit a felony about it. Because what do you mean you "aren't familiar" with our DEI policy outline???? We've been doing business for years????? We've had this EXACT CONVERSATION, like, TEN TIMES--

Tim, not even bothering to find an empty room: I should have stayed an only child.

Dick’s voice offscreen: Huh?

Tim, deadpan: The only good outcome of having siblings is that if they threaten to kill me, I might actually get a fucking break —— assuming they can grow a spine long enough to actually make good on their threats, that is.

Dick, in the background: C’mon, Tim you guys just quit fighting— Damian, stop- DAMIAN

Damian, now in frame, making a spirited attempt to free himself from the upside-down hold he has been wrangled into by attacking Dick’s ankles: I only wish to give him what he wants, Richard!

Dick: No, Dami, what did we say about- STOP BITING ME

Tim, staring deadpan at the camera while the others fight behind him: I have never envied Jason Todd more in my life

[the-hwaelweg]

Great news, it is super officially spring in Minnesota on this, February 21 2024, because I had to break out the Claritin. The pollen, it has found me.