#{out of sarcasm}

[agentvharrison]

// Okay. I mean it this time.

I have a billion posts to add to my queue, and this blog needs a revamp re: verses.

But my father doesn't need me as a caretaker any longer (right after my last post he fell and injured himself) and I REALLY want to be back here. I miss writing Vivian so much, and I miss all y'all.

So. By the end of July, I'm going to:

add posts to queue

write up Vivian's main verses

clear out my inbox

clear out my drafts

posts a few memes

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Found this really scary new horror game yall should check out. It's called indeed.com and it has a sequel called linkedin

[sometimeslovemeanslettinggo]

Where does your power lie?

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

Tagged by: @alaricseer

Tagging: @forgemaiar and whoever else wants to.

[aethersea]

I do think Blazing Saddles handled its one depiction of native americans very poorly, and the full extent of its representation of chinese workers on the railroad is they were literally just there. not even one single speaking line. unclear if this is worse or better than the redface.

it's fucking phenomenal at lampooning antiblack racism though. extremely blatant, extremely funny satire, which is constantly and loudly saying "racism is the philosophy of the terminally stupid at best and morally depraved at worst, and we should all be pointing and laughing at them 24/7"

plus the main character is a heroic black man who has to navigate a whole lot of bullshit but is constantly smirking at the extraordinarily stupid racists and inviting the audience into the joke. the one heroic white character is a guy who was suicidally depressed until he met the protagonist and they just instantly became buds, and he's firmly in a supporting role the whole time and happy to be there. the protagonist saves the day with the help of his black friends from the railroad, and uses the position of power he was given to uplift not only those friends, but all the railroad workers of other minorities too, in an explicit show of solidarity.

anyone saying "Blazing Saddles is racist" had better be talking about its treatment of non-black minorities. it had better not be such superficial takes as "oh but they say the n-word all the time" or "they have nazis and the kkk in there!" because goddamn if that's the full extent of your critique I very seriously suggest you read up on media analysis. there is too much going over your head, you need to learn to recognize satire.

[dxckgrxsonx]

Soft sleepy affectionate Jason Todd is good for the soul:

**

Just standing in the kitchen, half asleep in the early morning, sunlight catching the curve of your mouth on a yawn and a warm, thick pair of arms circling your waist from behind, a forehead pressed into your back.

There’s hardly any sound, the tick of a clock in the background, a soft little exhale into the back of your shirt. Fingers warm and sly sneaking up under your pyjamas in search of skin. Palms splayed over your tummy, a content mumble echoing in the space between sleep and awake; caught in a dream.

Leaning forwards into the counters edge to make a cup of something warm and sweet and being tugged back into place with a tired growl, no real choice other than settling into place and letting Jason hold you close, swaying slightly with how drowsy he is. A quiet, whining grumble of your name when you move again.

Hopping up on the kitchen counter and tugging him in close between your parted knees, his head tucking into the warm space where your shoulder meets your neck. Your fingers sweeping through his tangled hair, down his neck, across his shoulders. Feet locked at the ankle around his hips, not willing to let him pull out of reach.

Sliding back into bed with a warm drink and Jason clinging at your side, legs tangling together when he nudges yours apart with a knee. Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and listening to him drop back off into sleep, a gentle, quiet slur of “I love you” the last coherent thing you get out of his mouth for the next few hours.

Just…Jason being soft and a little needy and feeling safe enough to trust you to lead whilst he slots into that tired space where you’re only half aware of what’s happening outside your partner being close and warm.

**

[pussypopstiel]

Its not our fault we are currently experiencing a rewriting of history and a mass revolt against the institution that is destiel

[adobe-outdesign]

If anyone is wondering how Neopets is doing rn, there's currently a large majority of users crying and celebrating in the streets because the Auction House finally introduced the groundbreaking idea of commas

(it's me btw, I'm a large majority of users)

[hikaaa-bi]

i love how much of an ABSOLUTE MESS alice is. you listen to the first episode and think “oh wow a sarcastic and charismatic female character me likey” and then you reach ep 14 and realize that there’s something very deeply wrong with this woman.

[threestargirls]

mari ibarra they’ll never make me forget that you were a scared teenage girl just like the rest of them

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Have you ever robbed a stagecoach?"

"Nooo.. never.."

[isasweetie]

prissy popping rafe’s pimples😋

this is so sick and i hate this. ummm anyway tw pimple popping under the cut! 😊

“rafeee, shut up, don’t let the face mask crack,” you whine from his lap as you apply the rest of the black charcoal paste onto his face. “not allowed to talk for the next ten minutes, ‘kay?”

rafe rolls his eyes, but stays quiet. he’s not sure why he agreed to let you give him a facial. (although truthfully, he thought a facial was when someone cummed on another persons face; so maybe that’s why he agreed).

“okay, so this masque is gonna like— exfoliate your face, ‘n then while your pores are open, all your pimples are gonna come out.” you explain. his eyebrows furrow. “hey! don’t move your face, the masque is cracking.” you scold once more.

for the next ten minutes, he sits on the bed and scrolls on his phone as you’re busy lining up the next products. he’d let you play aesthetician for the night, frankly because it was cute to see you so excited to take care of him. and he couldn’t deny that the way your gentle hands massged in his face was extremely relaxing.

you come back once the mask is dry, perching yourself back on his lap. he sets down his phone to focus back on the ‘experience’ you’re trying to give him. you take a damp cloth to wipe off the mask and see his rejuvinated skin.

he lets out a relaxed sigh as you put a fragrant toner on his face, rubbing it on his cheekbones gently. then you follow up with a serum, using a jade roller to get that into his pores.

he’s relaxed by now, warmed up to the idea of his girl taking care of him. until he feels a sharp sting on his forehead, near his hairline. “ow!” he grunts, opening his eyes with confusion and furrowed eyebrows. “the fuck was that?”

“you had a pimple,” you explain gently as if it’s nothing, getting a yellow star patch from what looks like a sticker sheet.

“i had a— holy shit, baby, you pop it or something?” he’s obviously so confused. “that’s fuckin’ gross.”

“oh my god, relax. as if you haven’t spat in my mouth before. this is no different,” you sigh, putting the patch on the popped pimple. “it’ll be healed by morning, anyway,”

“uh, me spitting in your mouth is sexy, this isn’t,” he corrects.

“mhm. well how about after we’re done, you can show me?” you smile innocently up at him, even after the insinuation. “consider it my formal apology,”

“silly girl,” is all he murmurs under his breath, before you go to massage moisturizer on him, so he can forget all his concerns.

[steamclouds]

Neverwinter Saga is the best

[hopesallwegotleft]

[husk-says-no]

Hey, Husk here. This is my blog.

Somehow you ended up in my corner of the internet. Poor choice or divine intervention—jury’s still out. Either way, I ain’t your therapist, but I’ve got time, booze, and a bad attitude, and nothing better to do,so feel free to:

Ask for advice, vent your soul, cry over your situationship, beg for approval, debate stuff, etc. Hell, ask me if your demon crush likes you back. (Spoiler: they don’t. Move on.)

You need opinions? I got ‘em. Need a roast? I’ll flay you with words and a smirk. Emotional support? I’ve got a scratchy voice and a semi-functional moral compass. Good enough. Just don't cry if I hurt your feelings. You'll get over it.

Bar's open. Ashtray’s full. Lay it on me.

♠︎♡◆♧♠︎♡◆♧

[son-of-avraham]

Funny things about being in jewish culture™

You absolutely cannot expect jews to (1) stay on a topic topic or (2) be concise. The notion of "having a topic" to talk about is merely a suggestion (apparently, this includes me)

Jewish time means you're transported into a universe where time doesn't exist. Every shul has to have a portal to a different plane of oblivion - it's as important as having the scrolls in the ark

You might only know someone by their hebrew name and consider if they will look at you weird if you call them by it outside of shul

There is a latent jewish mother hiding in everyone and that mother will arise like a sleeper agent if someone has deduced that you aren't eating enough during any potential communal meals

Why so many puns

Why are all of you as sarcastic as me...

The one person who's actually fluent in hebrew flexing their superior language comprehension (diaspora)

Celebrating having a minyan

Singing prayers to popular children's songs

It's surprisingly normal to ask about someone's bris if it comes up

There are seven people in the building, yet I thought there were twenty

[lyxchen]

Genuienly I can't get behind all the Squid Game promotion stuff Netflix does. It's kinda gross to me. All the Squid Game events in different cities where you get to play the games and people go around taking pictures with the pink guards and idk posing sexually or calling them 'daddy' and don't even get me started on Squid Game The Challenge. Like no hate to the people taking part in this, they're just having fun but I just don't think this is cool. I don't think seeing kids costumes of players and pink guards is cool. I don't think recreating a show in real live and taking out the bad parts, the parts that are there to send a message is cool and fun. I know a lot of shows have serious themes and I'm not against fandom for Squid Game at all and I also think having fun with the show in fandom without always bringing up its serious messages is totally okay (I do that too) and I also think that Netflix can of course promote a very popular show. But I think once it gets to a point where Netflix makes it silly and cutesy is when it has to stop. Netflix going around different citys and putting up the Red Light, Green Light doll and having random people on the street play the game is just... For what? For promotion? For money?? Of course it's for money but I think it's kind of so gross. Nothing else is irl promoted as much as Squid Game is. I don't see nearly as many events for Bridgerton or Stranger Things. But Netflix RECREATED this show about Horrible Things happening to people, who don't know how to help themselves anymore stuck in a system that is actively working Against them, with real live people stuck in similar situations. For Entertainment. And you know who gets the most money out of it?? Netflix!! A show about poor people taking huge risks to get a better and livable life and in the end Netflix is still the one making all of this money off of it. And they're squeezing every last bit they can out of this show. And it's so disgusting to me. Again I'm not blaming people who take part in this, who go to those events. I just think Netflix shouldn't be making these events in the first place