#well. . . . now you're gonna pay

[genericpuff]

LO stan brain rot is vehemently defending a comic that you're swiping through so fast that you miss and forget crucial plot points, like thinking Demophoon was the reason for Demeter being a helicopter parent despite him being born during the 10 year time skip while Demeter was mortal.

LO anti/critic/hater brain rot is being able to look at an out-of-context panel of a character with same face syndrome turned greyscale and name exactly which character, scene, and episode it's from.

We are not the same.

[tleeaves]

There are two wolves inside me. One wants to embrace a new hobby in dance so I can be active and feel elegant and graceful and strong. This wolf wants to try something new and exciting, finally indulging in something I've always had an interest in.

The other experiences such frustrating emotions on a near daily basis that I want to go back to boxing, which is arguably easier to break into since I've already done it before. This wolf doesn't think of elegance, she just wants to fuck shit up until her body's so overworked and warm it fogs up car windows without having to do anything but sit inside.

Which one do I fucking feed??

[arctic-hands]

For real tho health freaks who scream about how sugar and salt will kill us all and try to push for restrictions on things like candy and chips for SNAP recipients or politicians who try from time to time to replace food stamps all together and give out Government Approved Staples like bread and peanut butter and Government Cheese are gonna kill a whole lotta sick and disabled people like

Diabetics

POTS sufferers

Hypotensives

People with peanut allergies

People with celiac disease or wheat allergies

The lactose intolerant

People who can't eat solid food

People who are undernourished for any reason and need all the calories they can pack on

So-called "picky eaters" who can't tolerate certain tastes and textures without getting violently ill

A myriad of other human conditions that cannot be neatly tallied into categories because the human body and human experience is vast and infinitely variable

But I don't think ableds really care about us and our health like they like to claim so they can harass us about it, do you?

[snekdood]

i feel weird even claiming my family used to be considered "rich" bc a lot of yall immediately jump to having summer homes, 20 yachts, and enough money to save a country

[jakeperalta]

spent weeks psyching myself up to stand up to my mum and then immediately got shot down by her 😃👍

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Also hoping things at work pan out the way they're looking bc it's so surreal to know I'll be in a position where people are gonna be looking up to me

[anixknowsnothin]

reblog with your favourite 1989 vault track lyrics

[mishkakagehishka]

For someone so pissed off about ee stereotypes, i really am just living my 21st century life with a dowry huh

[yoshistory]

I think perhaps the most telling and indicative of myself TO myself and my nature was allowing myself to collapse a bit when I'm like, sick and can't do it. At all. And realizing how friendly and giving and positive and hard-working I generally am on a good day vs how I let these things fall to the wayside on a week where I'm sickly

[arminsumi]

... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.

+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification

+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... 😳

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane — you married a madman.

He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.

"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day — if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does — grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.

"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.

"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.

There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.

"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex — there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.

"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"

"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.

"You're crazy."

But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.

He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.

Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.

"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.

He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.

"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.

"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.

Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.

"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper — aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.

"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."

His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy — gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot — but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.

You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you — oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.

[torao-chan]

lil leo rant that hasn't been proof read for reasons included below

it's really frustrating. trying to explain to someone. how our language comprehension just Turns Off when we're tired or, sometimes, just randomly. like, it's a legit disability we have. like

yes i know i sound eloquent when i talk. yes i know we can still talk at you, and type out words, and communicate clearly. yes we can still see art, and comprehend very basic visual icon-graphic based instructions.

but also no we can't read a paragraph, or read a sentence that's more than one line long. no i can't correct whatever we've typed. no i don't understand when you give me long carry on sentences, or more than one semi-complex idea at a time verbally.

yes i know we're communicating clearly, and that my eyes are in my head, and i can see what you're pointing at and that they're words.

no i can't understand them right now.

half the time, i'm more frustrated with me than anyone else is about this. and the other half of the time no one believes me when i say i can't understand them right now, because i'm able to tell them that clearly.

it is our receptive language that suffers the most from our disability. that means i can't take in information right now, and when i can it's often more delayed registering than it appears.

i just. gods. it's so frustrating. i can type this out, but i can't check what we've written. we can't hold a conversation like this, because we're not processing what's being said/written.

we need to rest to help to fix this, but we're too frustrated to sleep, and too tired to distract ourselves, and it's just >:C

[navree]

i just Love to come back to my apartment to find that my electricity is out specifically and likely has been for some time, that's just so great

[dawnlitbouquet]

I had the displeasure of seeing the post in real time and I was honestly planning to just curl up in miserable silence, but I figured I may as well share some spectacularly specific quote tweets I had taken screenshots of in anticipation of the original tweet getting taken down.

[mythvoiced]

@stillresolved | ♥

Patrick's gaze travels with eerie tranquility as he slowly turns his head to stare in the direction Calum had so very subtly avoided looking into. A flicker of an eye, or even just the likelihood of that being the one thing currently concerning his gentle companion, and even the densest among humans would have turned to the same angle.

Or, in other words, to be more earnest and less pretentious: what else would Calum be worried about, especially considering the source of his concern was the catalyst to Patrick's statement. He hums in assessment, as if truly only noticing the oh so brave and heroic members of law enforcement nearby, happening upon the sight of them with the same feigned surprise a prosecutor must wear at hearing the defendant's guilt laid out before them.

"Lying is not a crime," Patrick recalls kindly, not looking away from the posture, the uniforms, the stench he imagines coiling around the officers. "Unless you're under oath. Or pretending you aren't guilty of a different crime you've committed." He waits a moment, hoping to catch the casual instance any vigilant person's gaze would wander, and in this case, inevitably land in their direction. He waves playfully and doesn't stop to watch the officer's response, turning back to smile at the worrier.

"Have you never been in a situation in which, say, you've potentially had to lie to someone to keep someone else safe?"

[saturniidaez]

Tired but thinking too much to sleep. Ramble about nothing in particular below. Mind the trigger tags .

[sanguistra]

wow nothing better than spending a million billion dollars on a test to see if your dog has cancer only for it to be inconclusive and the vet tells me he still MIGHT have cancer. SO WHAT DID I SPEND THE MILLION BILLION DOLLARS FOR.