#with maggots

[libertarian-druid-ny-separatist]

And still like cheese, even if you might be toxic, someone is still looking for you.

I think there's a real tragedy in the way straight men don't see themselves the same way that people who are attracted to men see them. If you ask a straight man to describe what an attractive man looks like, there's very little variety - the masculine male ideal is tall, broad-shouldered, square-jawed with a cleft chin and built of sculpted muscle. The stereotypical image of an Alpha Male, someone whom he could respect, and envy.

And sure, there are plenty of women, gay men and people of all sorts who are attracted to to this specific type, even exclusively attracted to it, there is so much more variety in this, both in the tastes and their subjects.

The stereotype of "hot wife, ugly husband"-couples was drawn from the observations of straight men, from their own perspective. Women going after men that men find unattractive makes no sense to them, and they figure that women are willing to overlook being ugly if a man's funny, smart or rich enough. If a woman insists that she's attracted to a specific man who isn't attractive by their standards, they'll assume that she's lying.

The tragic part is when a man who believes himself to be ugly grows bitter over this, developing a foul personality which people do find repulsive, and then uses their repeated experiences of being romantically rejected as proof that they're physically unattractive, insisting that surely women would overlook his heinousness if only he was tall and muscular enough, and had the right bone structure. The self-feeding vicious cycle of being a bitter incel is born.

The thing about "ugly men with a good personality can still be attractive" is that they're usually not even ugly. Some people do genuinely find fat and hairy men, thin and delicate men, short men and feminine men attractive. There's as much variety as in cheese, you can't compare aura to brie. And just like in cheese, as long as you're not toxic, somebody's into that. You just need to find the right wine to compliment it.

[mdq]

pet cigarette

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hey um queer desi people if you think you're alone, i promise you're not. i'm here, we're here, and we exist. i love you.

[sindar-princeling]

something absolutely lovely about especially the first half of fellowship is that the hobbits keep meeting random kind helpful strangers - the elves, bombadil, butterbur, aragorn (also farmer maggot and his wife, though they're not strangers) - until the book solidifies in you the feeling that these are not really instances of random luck, but rather the inherent nature of the world. kind people are everywhere, and no matter where you are, there is surely someone closer than you think that would offer help if you needed it. it's such a beautiful theme across all of LOTR, and it's very sweet to me that it starts from the very beginning of the journey, on such a 'small' (comparatively), everyday scale

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Hellish Maggot

[evil-cryptile]

Low effort Jane Prentiss pre and during wormification

[maggotmuncher0]

beginning vs end of the cycle

[bonesmarinated]

NCR trooper having Christmas meal back home in New Cali. The tiny mess room was decorated in style. A green wreath hung at one end as a Christmas tree. The tables were loaded with food, they have fried chicken (poultry raised under NCR 'Food for Defense' program) hardtacks, pea soup, mash potatoes, cream chipped gecko on toast. The hardtack were soggy and moldy usually because of bad storage and ones infested with maggots, and weevils, but they didn’t mind that. That one night officers and troopers had their mess together. It was rather close quarters. They had a crew of four officers and thirty-two troopers, it was no dress affair. No fish and soup as you call them. In short, there were many drawbacks, but good spirits were not one of them. In the tight, overcrowded little mess room they ate and talked. The meal was washed down with potato coffee mixed with rum, and they lost count of the number of toasts that were drunk.

[srfiv]

because how can i know? there's always a last time.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Putrid Must Be the Hell by MortLeMalinconia

[shirecorn]

Rotting Season

Follow the trail. Catch the Scent. Hear the air wheezing between buzzing of insect wings. Shake off the flies. Find the dawn.

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[zeddyzi]

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[millipedegf]

devil you know

insta

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Uhm hello Mr. Mascot... I would just like to know the details of your kidnapping by the Good Omens fandom? And also was there ever a ransom?

OHOHO HELLO MAGGOT. THERE WAS NO RANSOM. I WAS ALONE AND NEW TO THE HELLSITE, AND HAD NO ONE WHO WOULD PAY THE RANSOM.

THE GOOD OMENS FANDOM KIDNAPPED ME AND THEN THEY BECAME MY NEW FAMILY. I LOVE THOSE CRAZY FUCKERS AND I WOULD KILL FOR THEM.

AS FOR THE DETAILS WELL... SOME OF IT IS ON MY PINNED POST? BUT ALSO IT WAS A HECK OF A LONG SAGA MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE A POST DESCRIBING IT FOR EVERYONE WHO WASN'T WITNESSING IT LIVE.

[that-wizard]

practicing! I haven't drawn any of them since I was 12