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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month ago
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Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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sparklemaia · 2 years ago
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yes I'm now on the other side of top surgery and I'm allowed to lift things again 💪 You might have already seen this one on my substack -- did u know you can subscribe to my substack for early access to comics like this?! Sent directly to your email inbox??? FOR FREE????? (there is also an optional paid tier for exclusive bonus content for five bucks a month but like 80% of my posts will be free and publicly available) ty ily♥
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devsgames · 1 year ago
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I saw someone be like "It's still as good a time as ever to take a risk and make your indie game into a breakout success, just look at Lethal Company!"
Let's just be clear that "massively unpredictable viral success making an ungodly amount of money" does not equal "realistic and attainable benchmark" for almost any other indie dev.
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dangeroustaintedflawed · 1 year ago
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emma roberts’ street style ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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rendevok · 8 months ago
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Act I ~ The Prince
A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3
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poobirdy · 10 months ago
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xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!
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chloesimaginationthings · 10 months ago
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Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2
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thewizardofschnoz · 2 months ago
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setaflow · 4 months ago
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Anyway I had fun this season
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everwalldigan · 5 months ago
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Random reporter: Mr Wayne, do you think men can get pregnant?
Bruce: uh, I am.
Reporter: *laughs* you are?
Bruce, offended: how about a congratulations instead of laughing at me?
Reporter, starting to get flustered: oh, um congratulations, I’m sorry… so how far along are you?
Bruce: two weeks.
Reporter: oh, uh… how did you know you were pregnant after two weeks?
Bruce: my stomach was growling more than usual, plus me and him had sex so that’s probably where it came from…*points towards Clark across the room*
Reporter: did you take a pregnancy test?
Bruce: uh, no?
Reporter: then how do you know for sure?
Bruce, smiling condescendingly: because I have a kid, I know how it feels like and it was like this. Where did you think Dick came from?
Reporter: But you took him in after his—
Bruce, putting his hand on the reporters shoulder, concerned: There are pictures everywhere of the day of his birth. Are you feeling well? You look a little pale, maybe you should take an early night…
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00valentina-writes00 · 15 days ago
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✞⛧Claimed by Strength and Desire (Sevika x Reader x Ambessa smut)✞⛧
Warnings: NSFW, explicit content, multiple partners, strap-ons, throat-fucking, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, intense sexual themes, oral and vaginal penetration
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The room is dimly lit, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across the walls as you sit perched on Sevika’s lap. Her muscular thighs are solid beneath you, her warmth radiating through the fabric of her pants. Her grey eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of intensity and quiet affection burning in their depths. Her copper prosthetic arm rests lightly on your hip, the cool metal sending a shiver up your spine as her fingers squeeze gently. You lean in, your lips brushing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her lips are soft yet firm, the taste of brownish-black lipstick faint on your tongue as she deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours with a possessiveness that makes your stomach flutter.
Behind you, Ambessa moves with purpose. Her tall, commanding frame is a stark contrast to Sevika’s rugged presence, her sun-kissed earth complexion glowing in the candlelight as she adjusts the straps of her harness. You catch a glimpse of her in the corner of your eye—her strong arms flexing as she secures the red strap-on to her hips, the sight of her in nothing but a sports bra and panties enough to make your breath hitch. Her dark eyes flicker toward you and Sevika, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. “Someone’s eager,” she murmurs, her voice low and dripping with amusement. You feel Sevika’s chest rumble with a soft chuckle as she pulls back slightly, her lips trailing down your neck. Her teeth graze your skin, leaving a faint mark that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.
“You’re ours tonight,” Sevika growls against your neck, her voice rough and commanding. Her hands slide up your sides, her touch firm and possessive as she undoes the buttons of your shirt. You feel your body respond instantly, your skin prickling with anticipation as she pulls the fabric aside. Her lips find your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as she leaves another mark. “Every inch of you.” Her words are a promise, one that makes your heart race and your thighs press together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache building between them.
Ambessa steps closer, her presence overwhelming as she towers over you. Her hands slide over your shoulders, her fingers trailing down your arms as she leans in to whisper in your ear. “Turn around,” she commands, her voice a mix of authority and sensuality that sends a shiver down your spine. You do as she says, shifting off Sevika’s lap to face her. Ambessa’s dark eyes bore into yours, her gaze sharp and calculating as she cups your chin in her hand. “Good girl,” she purrs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip before she leans in to claim your mouth in a searing kiss. Her lips are demanding, her tongue sliding against yours with a dominance that leaves you breathless.
Sevika taps your hip, her touch firm as she signals for you to move. You slide off the bed, your legs trembling slightly as you stand between the two women. Sevika rises as well, her muscular frame towering over you as she shucks off her pants, revealing toned legs and a pair of boxers that hug her hips. She wastes no time attaching the purple strap-on to her harness, the size of it making your breath catch in your throat. Ambessa watches with a smirk, her fingers trailing down your back as she positions herself behind you. “On your hands and knees,” she orders, her voice leaving no room for argument.
You obey, your body trembling with anticipation as you kneel on the bed. The mattress dips as Sevika climbs up behind you, her hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that makes your stomach flip. Ambessa moves to the side, her fingers trailing down your spine as she positions herself in front of you. “Open your mouth,” she commands, her voice low and sultry. You do as she says, your lips parting as she guides the tip of her red strap-on to your mouth. The taste of silicone fills your senses as she pushes into your mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. You feel your gag reflex kick in, but Ambessa’s hand on the back of your head keeps you steady as she thrusts deeper, the stretch of your jaw sending a wave of heat straight to your core.
Behind you, Sevika’s hands grip your hips tighter as she positions herself at your entrance. “Ready?” she murmurs, her voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. You nod, your muffled moan around Ambessa’s strap-on the only response you can manage. Sevika doesn’t wait, her hips slamming into yours with a force that makes your eyes roll back. The stretch is intense, her thick strap-on filling you completely as she sets a punishing pace. Ambessa matches her rhythm, thrusting into your mouth with a dominance that leaves you gasping for air between strokes.
The feeling of being used by both of them is overwhelming, your body trembling with pleasure as they take control. Sevika’s hands grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, her thrusts relentless as she fucks you from behind. Ambessa’s hand tangles in your hair, her movements rough as she fucks your throat raw. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans fill the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and desire.
Your first orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing as pleasure rips through you. Ambessa and Sevika don’t stop, their movements only growing more intense as they switch positions. Sevika moves to the front, her purple strap-on glistening with your arousal as she thrusts into your mouth. Behind you, Ambessa grips your hips, her red strap-on slamming into you with a force that makes you see stars. Their rhythm is relentless, their movements perfectly synchronized as they use your body for their pleasure.
By the time your second orgasm hits, you’re barely coherent, your body spent and trembling as they continue to fuck you. “One more,” Sevika growls, her voice rough with desire as she pulls out of your mouth. Ambessa follows suit, her hands guiding you onto your back as she lays down beside you. Sevika climbs on top of you, her muscular frame hovering over yours as she positions herself at your entrance again. Ambessa moves behind you, her fingers spreading your lips as she aligns her strap-on with your stretched opening.
“Take it,” Sevika murmurs, her voice a low growl as she thrusts into you. The feeling of both of them inside you is overwhelming, the stretch intense as they move in unison. Your third orgasm hits you like a lightning strike, your body convulsing as pleasure rips through you. The last thing you remember before everything fades to black is the sound of their mingled breaths and the feeling of their bodies pressed against yours…
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originalartblog · 7 months ago
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Unforeseen learning opportunity!
(wikitionary to explain the scar)
(bonus)
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dangeroustaintedflawed · 10 months ago
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ranticore · 2 months ago
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ms caterpillar big tail
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egophiliac · 6 months ago
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I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!
(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)
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