#with me that good and you the human

[hansoeii]

It was affection.

[nightguide]

get new friends

don't bring your exes back.

walked through hell - Anson Seabra

his dickography

'what if' is now plural followed by the leader crawling up to the yummy pink sweet thing on the right, like Finn has no neck (case of situation)

Ned (Pushing Daisies) infamously carries a sweet legacy, so the piemaker has a crippling sensation for Harlem Lima (now Chuck) who made it all up (Doctor Who) that made no sense to River Song til now, like she does not care anymore hence Tree Trunks is the only mammal in the Candy Kingdom served the Queen Bubblegum become River Song's legacy to the Marvel universe (yes, it's gone global but dare i mention the blind lawyer and y'all flip your minds). Tree Trunks is Ned who went on a cryo-sleep via his own powers to meet River Song in 'another life' (he's an experimentalist in his own universe connected to PB via Olive Snook)

Jesse St. James before he became Rogue (like he has an arc of his own on Hocus Pocus but that was time where Pushing Daisies has an ulterior effect on what sarcastic kids can do if they grew up and trust me, i loved CN more than anybody to be a heartbreaker rn like that is easily said and done if you seen my face at some point in time like you knew me x2)

damn, Candy Kingdom is made out of River's true personality that even celebrities are in on this which is why River shows up like a ghost in between the party, like fuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk. Keanu Reeves

screenshotting a pfp nowadays is what is called a cartoon reflex so is an autistic person's narrative inside their head the entire time if 'talk or you're dead' and you're making sure intuition travels faster than the speed of light that even common sense is now awarded to someone who dares to think straight, like that is a narrow minded altruistic thinker in a cartoon in his own world asking about a death of a Creme Puff for a thought he can never have so that was Princess Bubblegum he tried to 'slay' but he never had it so a zombie apocalypse happened in an intuitive breakdown happened twice and who actually won it? so applied my cartoon physics, the bright colours display what the autistic bunch don't have (their happiness) so eating cartoon (the candy kingdom) is them eating it by roasting the VA for Finn for delaying his personal promise to Princess Bubblegum as much as Ice King carrying it on, so Finn delayed everybody elses dreams except his own toxic masculinity cuz he dreamed poorly and let everybody down that even PW hated being on the show himself (hence why he voiced LSP) who is actually true to his character much like his life being swapped for the GoT and HotD being the same direction as Daemon Targaryen (Finn in real life) ending a situation if he never had the chance, so for the first time, Shada actually made it up and let the creators (CN public) write on his honour of being a people pleaser (rule of the influencer via wealth which is why creators were let down in CN to make valid toons made for the human mind than heart for being (evidence) than making a throne for death on the mind (actually serving a mental God (Keanu Reeves) than taking the shahada for the first time than seeing everybody else get happier with a thought than a feeling (why i roast Selena Gomez too hardly is that she cannot even sing yet provides shitty reasons to exist than reason her acting pointless (AT drama of the same asexual relationship for the same person who denied them the first time with reason with everybody liking 'the hero' for squat. they don't exist and they are shitty people in real life, get new friends or dump ur ex-narc on ur mobile rn

the guy next to the boombox is Keanu Reeves, music is considered unholy in the CK til Reeves wanted to hear it for himself, which is why everybody is surprised all of a sudden and Finn denied it, so ultimately, his thought-radius on the Matrix was all just an Adventure Time fan-fic

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he does not get it the first time hence his denial and hence my blog cuz i know he's intuitively reading it rn

my juicy ass and yours. Nbe

do you know how tarot is made? yeah, you seen yourself get beaten up for a reason (hence why Spanish lore has it if created then offer it to children and not to old men because they will find conversation in anything that it is so hard to ignore a laughing saviour at the end) so question why everything is created before meeting your curse

'find out about what Finn'

and you knew why

why the eyes have alternate smiley faces on a alpaca pinata is why you're blind to belief, so you did it now, Finn and now you're alienated for the same reason why you met the devil in tissue paper (like you did not need to harm the unreasonable world of creation before realising that world is physically real) like there is no real realisation in why hearts break after thinking about the world in believing you're the same in wonder or thought so that was personal on everybody else after the voice actor leaves the booth, there is no 'OK boomer' in everything if you think your demons leave it better than you or than for the society you really wish to eat, so stop harassing the situation on the no and let go

dead candy is a date fruit

the answer is a masturbation technique, so he has to think before he acts before breaking a simple question made up to give a clue to the viewer so a spanish lead (Selena Gomez) could actually raise the bar by being pretentious about the same thing (my Dad likes a mathematician) which is how answers are found intuitively for Shada to give a shit (actually broke the Muslim royal code of honour in real life, womp womp) broken by a spanish musician speaking english he never asked for (his type) so why?

Justin Bieber is a better mathematics guy than any celebrity can be (his hidden talent) says his Mom, royally

write your angel numbers backwards, you're onto something

Pendleton Ward has his name on the Nobel Prize for nuclear physics on alternate travel elsewhere (teleportation techniques not even assholes (witches of horror for the faint hearts) can access) so Selena, 🖕

lies are accessed without Selena's proven type (someone who can actually tell her off for existing and it works) so she needed a math brat with no heart to reject ill pain by abusing the poor to get nothing back because it was somebody else's work (they created the world she lived in before getting kicked out) so Selena lived in OOO royally before pissing off Princess Bubblegum off since men cannot die living the same way before orgasming off to a lady (men can never be a cat but women always are) like dogs men are to the bone which is how Islam forbids her to break Gomez's plans off in a family circuit of all (her family lives in OOO for free since she wanders off in her own shit show scenario in theory, so i got Shada back on Earth for Gomez doing it to Bieber twice (internet feud with Hayley) and had her teleported to OOO for... free, resident body hosted is how video games meta-universe can relax now (Wreck-It Ralph knew too much about her hate mail that they made it up to create the hero working day and night for everything she never had (one woman knowing for all humanity)

that's Shada's realisation (second time) orgasm. men can't. literally never since bubblegum guards throwing flames was purely immaterial for sugar to melt caramel so decently that even powder physics lie for shellac to burst into flames (chinese animators doing it for the sake of science which is how Shada let Muslim women grow up for the girl of his dreams making sense of animation physics bio-metrically for other scientists to believe in me (parent fashion following)

'4444' before realising an answer back to black is hyper-dynamo to create 'talking is real' without fear taking you over, so you doing science with PB is animated layout to peaceful adventuring alone with friends you made up along the way (objects in canon expression denotes similarity to your life as omnipotent elsewhere)

she abused magic, so add another 4 followed by written 4 on the chalkboard to create the decorpsinator serum, so always add the users 4 to imitate life as beauty upon peace so it's 4444444 (7 numbers per angel number is cartoon network, so you're always alive inside and out for a spanish demon to be locked in, hence why the end times signs were too much on the autistic bunch- Neurodivergents are live now since they were the dead angels talking)

her answer is 4.18 (new circumference on the circle adding inches on the clock according to the round table physics via Lancelot)

focus on the bee and not the butterfly if Pendleton Ward wants you to figure out his grandmaster equation (the Queen's Gambit) is how you outrank him on world championships on the intel-psylocke X-Men radius he calls Rogue.

you found the guy who has been shortcutting your TV license joke from Lee Evans in your algorithm by now for the last fck to give in the UK, now residentially evicted

i dont see Britney Spears making a London residence than seeing your tonal outbreak happening in your occultist practices in your seance concerts you now call Sea-bra for Seanc-bra

go figure your cringe elsewhere

[petrichara]

‘Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.’

“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.

1- NASA: GOODS-South.

2- NASA: NGC 1850.

3- NASA: Iberian Peninsula.

4- Christopher Nolan: Interstellar.

5- NASA: From the Earth to the Moon.

6- Hannah La Folette Ryan: Subway Hands.

7- Adams Evans: Heart Nebula.

8- NASA: Exploring the Antennae.

9- NASA: Crescent Moon from the International Space Station.

10- Petrichara.

11- Getty Images.

12- NASA: SMACS 0723.

13- Reuters

[elodieunderglass]

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

[mwagneto]

sorry idk but the way the world is so fast and the people in it still want it to be faster is sooo annoying to me. people groaning while standing in line for 3 minutes people being mad the train ride is gonna take 2 hours people complaining that the bus is a few minutes late people being angry that construction work is taking months even though it used to take decades. don't you see the world is already so so so fast in every single aspect can't you understand that being mad will do nothing and just make your mood worse. enjoy the moments of stillness you're given. just stand in line and look at the people around you. sit on the train and watch the scenery. you'll get there.

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

anyways good episode

[a-most-beloved-fool]

makes me a little sad when star trek ignores IDIC. like. vulcans are logical. that is true. But 'logical', for vulcans, does not amount to 'without compassion,' and it definitely doesn't amount to 'racial superiority.' Belief in 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations' should NOT result in the weird racist/speciest stuff we're getting in some of the newer treks. It does make sense that some vulcans are discriminatory. They're still flawed. But that should not be common or expected, like it seems to be in SNW. If it is, then it's a race of hypocrites, which. doesn't seem very true to Star Trek's message.

I think TOS Spock does a pretty good job of embodying this. Not always, it was the 60s, after all, but mostly. He was often trying to find non-violent routes, and get by without killing - even if they were in danger or had already been attacked. (See: the mugato, and the horta (until Kirk was the one in danger, lmao. t'hy'la > IDIC), the Gorn ship). Kirk, in his eulogy, calls him the most human soul he's ever known, and I've always read that as Kirk calling out Spock's overwhelming compassion.

It's just so much more interesting when Vulcans get to be radically compassionate. I want them to believe that everything and everyone has value. I want them to respect all ways of being. I want them to find ways for even very non-humanoid aliens to exist unfettered in society. I want them to see hybrids and think that it's amazing. Also, like, disability rep. I want Vulcans to have The Most Accessible Planet and available resources because they want everyone to feel accepted and valued. It makes for better characters and more interesting stories.

[damian-lil-babybat]

They're judging their sibling's life decisions, and they are not impressed.

(And to think Jason and Dami have pit-madness in their system)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 102

 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 

 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 

 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 

  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 

 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-

 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 

 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 

 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 

 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 

 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 

 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 

 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 

 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[reasonsforhope]

You don't need to believe that people as a whole are good or well-intentioned to be an optimist about fixing climate change.

A lot of the time, it's enough to trust in this: people hate being screwed over. And even more than that, they hate feeling screwed over.

Climate change is actively screwing over almost every single person on this planet, whether they know it or not. We just need to keep making sure that people do know that they're getting screwed over, along with all their loved ones, and who's doing it.

Spite and righteous anger will honestly do a lot of the rest.

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols

[zillychu]

Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.

They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.

In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.

Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.

What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?

What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?

If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?

Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?

[markscherz]

‘But I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everyone & everything’

- Charles Darwin. Letter to Charles Lyell, 1 October 1861

[minotaurs-my-beloved]

Your first lesson in riding

Cowboy minotaur my beloved<33

TW: nothin! i just love minotaurs and this has been sittin in my drafts for like months. forgive me if the dialogue isn't the best, im not used to writing it

In an attempt to get a fresh start on life, you and a really close friend had recently moved to a new small town in the south thinking it'd be the perfect place. And after a long first day at work, you decided to go to the local bar, wanting to let loose a bit after the stress of moving and your job. 

Standing at the bar, you rest your crossed arms on the wood, ordering a drink. Keeping to yourself because, let's be honest, none of us have the confidence to ever go up to anyone, only to hear someone come up and stand next to you. Flicking your eyes over to see who it is and being graced with the sight of a big, burly, minotaur. His brown short furred body ripples with muscles still visible even through his shirt, shaggy hair slightly covering his eyes, white hat sitting on his head nuzzled between his big sharp horns. 

"Oh... oh he's fuckin' pretty" is all you can think as you stare unabashedly at the man. After a second he feels your gaze and turns slightly to face your direction, the both of you locking eyes. Blushing hard you quickly rip your gaze from him, mentally crying that you no longer get to drool over his Herculean body, a Greek tragedy indeed, but you're far too embarrassed at being caught to try again.

He huffs out a laugh though his cute cow snout at your reaction, the gold bull ring shining in the fairly dim lighting. 

"You must not be from 'roun here, haven't seen you before. Names Mason." He growls out softly, staring down at his drink, a smile on his lips. It takes you a second to understand what he said, your mind lagging like my old ass computer. Turning to him you give him your name then answer him, "I just moved here bout a week ago." You respond, downing your shot, hoping it'll give you some courage, but all it does is burn your throat. He takes a slow sip of his own drink, setting it down, and facing you, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." 

Turning around to lean your back against the wood, you tease him, laughing, "Bit generic." All while trying to ignore that, generic or not, it still made you feel a few butterflies. 

He chuckles, moving to stand in front of you, "Sorry, darlin', I don't get to flirt much with women." You raise your eyebrows slightly at that comment, clearly not believing he doesn't get attention. 

"Mhmmm'' You grin, rolling your eyes playfully. "What? M'bein' serious! I mean sure, they come up to me, but 'm rarely interested enough to actually hold a conversation." He defends, raising his hands and chuckling.  "Oh? Well lucky me, being deemed worthy of your presence," you tease. He nods, leaning over you to grab his drink and take a sip while looking down at you, jokingly humming in agreement.

The tension is thick in the air as you stare at him, lips slightly parted. Without taking the time to actually think about your next move, you raise yourself on your tiptoes, just managing to reach the brim of his hat and pull it off. Placing it on top of your own, you grin up at him. 

He takes a deep breath turning his head to the side and clicking his tongue quietly, just barely managing to contain himself at how damn good you look wearing his hat. 

"You done got me riled, sweetheart. You can't be waltzin' around wearin' a cowboy's hat like that. Gonna give folks the wrong idea."

"Mm, and why is that?"

"There's some old sayin about if you wear a cowboy's hat, you gotta go home wit' 'im. Means nothin' to me, but, everything gets exaggerated and rumors spread like a wildfire in a small town like this." He warns, but that only fuels you more, "What if I want that?" You purr in a low tone, grinning as you run the pad of your thumb on the brim of the hat.

"Fuckin' tease," He growls in response. "You really want that?"

"M'wearin' your hat, aren't I?"

He takes you by the hand, leading you outside to his truck. It's extremely stupid to get in the car with a stranger but you do it anyway, he's just too good to give up. You do send your friend a quick text explaining the situation and give her your location, so at least you weren't completely defenseless.

If anyone were to ask you what his house looks like you'd have no answer, the both of you were far too busy messily kissing to notice literally anything around you. Kicking the door shut and throwing you down on the bed, he starts to slowly undress you. All except the hat.

He spreads your thighs apart, squeezing them while kissing up and down the inner part, leaving little bite marks in his wake, teasing his tongue just around your cunt.

"Stop teasin'!" You whine, bucking your hips slightly, furrowing your brow and pouting. "Yes Ma'am," he lazily salutes, before burying his tongue deep inside your cunt, moaning into your pussy at how good you taste. The vibrations make your eyes roll back, your leg kicking slowly in pleasure. He keeps intense eye contact with you as he laps at your pussy, sloppily making out with your cunt. Flicking his tongue on your clit, he slowly pushes one of his thick fingers inside, beginning to stretch you out.

Three fingers deep, you cum all over his hands and face, your thighs shaking as you pull his hair harshly and scream his name. That only encourages him to go faster, sucking on your clit til you push his head away.

He gives you a cocky grin, licking his fingers clean and giving you one more kiss on your thigh. Tapping your ass twice, he pants, "C'mon, baby, wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Up." Still shaking slightly, you get on you knees, throwing your leg over his body to straddle him.

Groaning as you grind down on him, his fingers press into your skin, leaving little indents on your hips. You lift off of him for a moment to pop the tip in before slowly sinking down on his massive cock, whimpering at the stretch. Stopping half way to catch your breath, he rubs little circles on your skin to soothe you, "You're doin' such a damn good job, darlin', real proud of yah."

He continues to praise you as you begin to take the rest of him. Cautiously, you begin to ride his cock, moaning as he hits every single spot deep inside you. "M-mason! Fuck, so deep!" You rest both of your hands on his chest, using them to help you bounce up and down, whining each time his dick slams deeper into you, tears already beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.

He groans, throwing his head back and slapping your ass, moaning out more praise, loving to watch you keen at his words. After a while he notices your thighs trembling and starts helping you lift your hips. "G-gonna cum!" You choke out, he grabs your face, forcing you to look down into his eyes.

"Don't you dare look away." Mason growls, your body forces you to listen, trying your hardest not to let your eyes roll back as you clamp down on your cock, milking him for all he's worth. He holds your hips still as he rams up into you, filling you up with his hot cum.

You collapse onto the bed, the both of you sweaty and panting, Mason reaches over, hooking his arm over your waist and pulling you into his chest, putting his head atop your own.

You're never giving this man up.

[pallanophblargh]

Apologies, I’m justifiably livid and will be for… who knows how long.

Before I can find a way to put that to good use, here’s an equally angry sketch.

Rage against the dying of the light.