#deletables

[soupradio]

"Rick isn't black Rick doesn't have 4C hair" respectfully, loud incorrect buzzer!

R u kidding?

Not exactly it but you get the picture

"What about his long hair" we got that covered

IT'S LITERALLY COPY PASTED

Bonus: prime too (not to mention and the photo isn't me but we literally have the same haircut like ik my hair is 3c but shut up)

[potetosaradas]

i feel like people forget just how much of an annoying shit morty is to rick and this needs to be played up SO MUCH MORE!!!!!

[prickcest]

Rick looked around, somewhat apprehensive as he leaned against the shiny operating table located in the center of the room. Despite working closely with Prime for a couple months now, he had no idea this room existed or when it had even been built. Rick remembered having asked to see the blueprints of the lab within the first few weeks of hanging out with his cosmic twin, just out of sheer interest and curiosity when Prime had mentioned he’d designed a whole custom laboratory for himself. Rick couldn’t completely hide his envy since he’d been making do with the old garage that came with the house and battered equipment sourced through several local yard sales. It was undeniably perfect, Rick grudgingly thought to himself, poring over every inch of the blueprints with rapt fascination and a smidgen jealousy. The lab seemed to have everything and anything he could possibly need or want in the pursuit of knowledge. Whatever the lab lacked, Prime always turned up with it the next day. Rick never asked how; Prime never answered why.

But somehow, Rick couldn’t say he was completely surprised that Prime had either concealed or conveniently left this room off the layouts. There’d been many times Prime had “forgot” to mention a crucial detail that would have swayed Rick’s desire to accompany his twin on an outing. A trip to the store could mean just that— or, more often than not, spending an afternoon being chased by bullets, aliens or both. Rick was always short of a few pieces of the puzzle and always seemed to, quite crossly, find them hidden in his twin’s hands. Though, sometimes having plausible deniability wasn’t such a terrible thing. 

Rick wondered if now was one of those moments as he spotted a large drain in the corner of the room and a clearly bloodstained mop and bucket. He honestly didn’t want to know how much or how often it was being used. 

The room was spotless and minimal. Contrary to how he behaved during off hours, Prime tended to keep a surprisingly neat workspace. Sleek sterile surfaces gleamed under fluorescent operating lights and the L shaped countertop lining the walls was bare apart from a silver tray containing an array of surgical equipment and a large sink. A large mirror was fitted to one wall, spanning across from one side to the other, making the room appear to be much bigger than it actually was. 

Prime stood in front of this mirrored wall, busy pouring fluid from beakers into test tubes, swirling the contents with a careful eye. Rick watched as he pulled up a syringe full of bright orange liquid. He shivered, rubbing his arms lightly, as if already feeling the prick of the needle.

He trusted Prime enough to know that whatever was in there wouldn’t kill him exactly, but there was still some wariness around putting unknown substances into his body. He had no idea what might happen to him. Though, he supposed, that was precisely why they were doing this. To find out, right? It was just one little shot. How bad could it be?

“Nervous?” Prime smirked, catching his eye through the mirror as he locked and set the syringe to one side. “You’re not backing out of testing my new healing serum, are you?”

“No!” Rick lied, “It’s just cold in here.” A half truth— the room certainly did feel a lot colder compared to the lab upstairs where they had spent most of their time. He crossed his arms over his chest instead in an effort to look less fidgety. 

“Better get used to it. It’s about to get a lot colder.” Prime turned around grinning, leaning against the counter behind him. “Take off your clothes and lie down. Feet towards this side.” He patted the end of the operating table closest to him. 

“T-take off my clothes? Not just my shirt?” Rick balked a little, already starting to regret agreeing to this. “Aren’t we just— I thought you said— you said I only needed to take a shot!”

“I said we were testing the shot.” 

“I still don’t see why—“

“Standard operating procedure.” Prime said, waving an impatient hand, “chop chop, Sanchez, let’s go. I haven’t got all day to stand around and debate semantics with you.” 

Rick scowled but Prime refused to elaborate or explain, fixing him with a look that said get on with it. 

Grumbling, he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He could feel Prime’s piercing gaze as he focused on removing each button, revealing his torso bit by bit. Shrugging the shirt off, he carefully set it on the counter next to him and sighed before he began unbuckling his pants. He’d just gotten them over his feet when Prime spoke up again, amusement in his voice. 

“Boxers too.” 

“What!” Rick protested, flushing red, “W-why!” 

“Listen, Rick,” the corner of Prime’s lip twitched, “I know you’re insecure about me seeing your tiny dick given how much of a schlong I’m packing— trust me, it’s not as easy as you might think, walking around with a donger this—“

“I do not have a tiny dick—“ Rick’s ears went red as he retorted. “It’s literally the same size—“

“If you needed help taking your underwear off, you should’ve just said—“ the grin on Prime’s face was insufferable as he began to walk toward Rick. “Or did you want me to undress you? ‘Cause I can do that too.”

“I can do it myself!” Rick made a face as he took a hasty step back from his advancing twin. “Don’t look.”

“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Prime rolled his eyes, tutting as Rick turned away from him. “Unless you’re the Rick with two dicks?” 

Rick ignored the laughter, still feeling hot. Being completely naked in front of anyone was still an incredibly vulnerable feeling and he could feel Prime’s gaze rake over his back as he tugged his boxers down reluctantly. The warm fabric slipped over his hips and then dropped down to his ankles, pooling on the floor. He wasn’t that small, Rick thought to himself as he looked down to step out of them. Taking a deep breath, he turned back around, hands automatically covering his crotch lightly as he turned to face his reflection. 

Rick flinched when he caught sight of himself in the mirror behind Prime. The cold fluorescence made his pale skin take on a sickly tinge of bloodless blue. Gaunt shadows cut into his body sharply making him look more like a mannequin or a living doll. A tiny seed of dread and foreboding planted into his stomach. 

“Up you get.” Prime patted the table cheerfully. 

There was no way to get onto the operating table without using his hands. Rick sighed inwardly as he pulled his hands away from himself, face reddening as his twin’s grin widened, obviously taking a full unashamed look at what was dangling between his legs. 

“Take a picture, pal,” Rick complained as he climbed onto the slightly higher than comfortable table, “it’ll still be better than anything you’ve got saved in your spank bank.”

“Great idea— I should make it my screensaver.” Prime winked as he pretended to reach for his phone in his pocket. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Rick flipped him off as he lay down. As soon as his back hit the cold steel, he jumped a little— a smattering of goosebumps rising as he fought off the chill that sapped away his warmth instantly upon contact but before he could fully rise, four metal bands seamlessly emerged to wrap around his wrists and ankles. “Hey! What the hell!”

Prime pulled on a pair of latex gloves with a snap before taking the syringe in hand. Carefully checking each restraint, he circled the operating table holding his squirming twin down. 

“Squirm all you want,” Prime’s free hand clamped around his forearm, “but don’t blame me if I have to stick this in twice because you made me miss a vein.”

“Restraints for a shot of healing serum are a little excessive, don’t you think?” Rick’s hand clenched into a fist as the needle approached the crook of his arm. “You scared I’m gonna hulk out or something?”

“Haha, nah,” Prime shook his head, “this is for your protection, not mine. I could put you down like an animal even without them.” 

“What do you mean my protection—“ Rick stifled a grunt as the needle punctured the soft, thin skin of his arm. The serum travelled through his veins like a warm burn of whiskey taken neat, leaving his skin feeling oddly tingly and sensitive. 

Rick’s body went slack for a moment as he gazed up at the blinding lights above him. The room still felt oppressively cold but Rick could barely feel it through the warm protective net wrapping around his organs and muscles.

“Feel okay?” Prime asked as he rubbed his hand over his arm lightly, “you don’t mind a bit of bruising, do you?” He turned around without waiting for an answer, pulling the silver tray closer to him. “Isn’t this exciting, Rick? How often do you get to experiment on live test subjects? Much less ones that will give you such personalised results.” Prime whistled a casual tune as he surveyed his collection of bright blades lined up like sharp teeth. 

Rick wouldn’t call what he was feeling excitement as he lay strapped to the table— every hair on his body raised at the suspiciously breezy tone that only came out of his twin when he was up to no good. 

Prime grinned as he selected a medium sized scalpel that glinted in his hand. 

“Isn’t she pretty?” He turned the silver blade, catching the glare of fluorescent light, “I sharpened her myself. You won’t feel a thing, I promise.”

“You—“ Rick swallowed, mouth feeling dry as dust, “y-you’re…. You’re cutting me open?” 

Suddenly, being naked in front of his twin seemed like a trivial concern as he eyed the scalpel warily. No anesthesia? Was he expected to— to—

“Duh,” Prime was amused as he twirled the knife between his fingers nonchalantly, “How else am I going to test the healing serum if there’s nothing to heal? But if you’re feeling brave, I suppose I could toss you in the trash compactor— see how long it takes to heal from that. That was actually my first choice, but you know what? I thought that carving you out would be a way more intimate affair—” 

The scalpel gleamed, catching light as Prime gestured with it casually, listing off other gristly ways to push the human body to its limits. 

A cold muted chill settled over Rick as he watched Prime talk at him, mouth opening and closing— barely registering what was being said to him over the loud thoughts of what was about to happen to him. 

Sliced open like a carcass or crushed to death by machine violence. Both sent bolts of icy fear shooting down his spine. 

The seeds of dread and foreboding turned into thick vines of horror, wrapping around his body tightly— rooting him to the surface where he lay trapped like a butterfly mounted on a cork board. 

“P-Prime—“ Rick’s eyes widened, a cold sweat soaking his naked body. “W-wait— hold on— l-let’s talk about this for a sec—“

Prime raised his arm high like he was about to plunge the blade in up to his wrist. The curve of the blade matched his twin’s gleaming grin. Rick could already feel the sharp tip piercing his skin— a hot gush of blood spraying from his chest like one of those cheesy slashers they watched on Friday nights sometimes. 

His vision started to flicker as he struggled against the steel bands, trying to shrink away from the knife. But it was only putting off the inevitable. As soon as cold metal touched his skin— Rick jolted, gasping out. His eyes were screwed shut— certain that the quick action had caused the blade to sink in further than it was supposed to. 

Prime started laughing as he tapped Rick’s cheek with the butt of the scalpel.

[bovineblogger]

can you guys watch my squab for me im gonna go on my smoko

[visenyaism]

i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.

[zeezeepearl]

ok im going to #seriouspost for a second here. I don't think Harry Potter is a manifesto. I think it was a flawed passion project that millennials latched onto because of the fantasy of sticking it to their mean teachers and arbitrarily categorizing themselves (hogwarts houses; it's the thinking millennial's astrology). I think the fact that the series got popular when and how it did was very much a product of its time.

I don't think Harry Potter is the biggest symbol of JKR's bigotry. I think the most flagrant sign of that was how she responded to critics. I watched her become radicalized in real time. I watched how she doubled down on her racism when she was called out for the ways she promoted her tragically mid fantastic beasts movies. I watched her chase marginalized teenagers with a double digit follower count off of twitter for daring to criticize her thought process, and no one with any kind of power standing against her because she was the one who was paying them. This isn't to say Harry Potter is without flaws. This is to say she really didn't give a shit about that. Getting rich and powerful is a hell of a drug, and she had enough sycophants that she had no reason to care about what her critics were saying.

She was convinced that she was a martyr; a voice for the unheard; a leader for the ages, so of course her detractors were the bad guys. And I think we should take this to heart. We should see this as an example of how easy it is to get radicalized; if you think of yourself as a paragon of virtue, you are going to think that whatever you see as good and right is an objective fact. Most people don't know this, but the majority of terfs start out as trans allies. You are not immune to propaganda! You are not immune to falling into dangerous ideologies!!!

This is why the most important thing you can do as an activist is to listen. Do NOT think you're above being wrong; do NOT develop a god complex; do NOT form an identity out of being right all the time. Involve yourselves in the groups you claim to speak for. Listen to trans women; share resources that help trans women; familiarize yourself with the diversity of experiences that trans people have and the struggles they face.

No, none of you are as bad as JKR because you don't have her money or her power. You will likely never have the capacity for harm she does. But check yourselves. Do not affirm yourselves into thinking you always have the moral high ground. Watch yourselves; humble yourselves; check yourselves for signs of cult behavior and internalized prejudice. You are always learning. You will always be learning. Do not allow yourselves to get a power trip from brushing off marginalized voices.

[soupradio]

So about the queer Awakening thing when you have that do you start noticing characters that you didn't notice before bc after seeing Sevika I feel like I've unlocked a vault

She may not know what a "hunk" is, but she likes the idea of being a professional 🦀

I think Japser would love sports becus you get to throw things at ppl and yell.

[ganymedian]

Being demisexual and bi is funny to me. Anyone can hit it but you must suffer The Gauntlet first

[nostalgicfun]

my day job is at a college, and this morning my boss was like "go collect all the suggestion slips from our suggestion boxes around the school and create a document and a spreadsheet outlining the needs of the student body."

Ok cool very easy! fun, even!

there were two. two suggestions.

"spring fling should be steampunk themed :3 I'd like to see more pipes and gears with no discernible function"

and

"free food. starbocks. privitized resturaunts."

I can't wait to turn in my 1/8th page report with "pipes and gears with no discernible function" and three out of five words misspelled on it. the students have spoken, boss; such are the needs of the student body.

[qrowscant]

its been about 6 months

[orphetoon]

the sweet and humble sudoku: here’s some numbers to get you started :) please enjoy my puzzle <3

the nefarious minesweeper: why don’t you just Guess. fucking Guess.

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

Hey guys let me tell you about advance fee scams

I hope y'all are familiar with these in this day and age, especially my artists out there, because they're incredibly common.

TL:DR: ANY kind of structure where you supposedly get money but have to give some of it back to someone should twig your scam radar, frankly. (re: @elljayvee)

About half an hour ago I posted a drawing and tagged it #artists on tumblr, and very quickly received this comment.

My scam radar went off immediately, due to the generic blog name and lack of any emotion in the comment, but I decided it might be an entertaining venture so I dmed them. They asked for a drawing "of these", and sent me a random selfie. I got the details and told them it would be $15, and they promptly offered me $300. At this point I know it's a scam, but I play along for funsies and give them my paypal. Shortly, they send me this image for "confirmation" (I blocked out my email)

And they began to insist that I checked my email. I looked in my spam folder and found the following email.

This is fake. This is not a thing. And the "you're to refund the $200.00 back" is the scam. They send vaguely official-looking emails at you to "prove" that they sent you the money, then have you send them $200 (or however much the scam is for). Then, surprise surprise, you're out $200.

I continued to play along for a bit, and in the second email "Paypal" told me that I had to refund the $200 before they could "credit the $300 to my account", along with these lovely threats.

And yeah, it's silly. But it's not silly if you don't know and get scammed. So. Spread, please! And thank you very much to @mlaurel for the opportunity to get these screenshots.

Anyone can be scammed, police, doctors, professors, cynics. The only thing they have in common is that they dont believe they could be scammed because they're too smart or savvy. ALL it takes is the right bait at the right time. (re: @evercaptor)

[potetosaradas]

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oh my god i know i already complained about this earlier this week but im so tired guys. I cant sleep at all. I am begging my body to let me crash and sleep 😭😭 i cant function but this is the most critical time of the year and my december is already jam packed with obligations. Im exhausted. Im never tired when i need to be asleep and im sleepy when i need to be awake and functioning. im so frustrated i want to cry. i am brain foggy 24/7 and i cant work or concentrate. i cant do anything. because half the time im too sleepy to even attempt any sort of cognitive thought. the other half, im spending tossing and turning and stressing about not sleeping. im shaking guys. im literally shaking and vibrating from exhaustion. im constantly cranky and upset because again (lack of sleep) i am rapidly losing the capacity to care or give a shit about others because im so fucking exhausted. emotionally? im drained. Mentally? i have checked out. since god knows when. please i just want to sleep. i just want to sleeeeeeep at a regular time oh my god. i barely get to see sunlight anymore. everyday is blending into one long, never ending night. its okay i guess, if i dont have shit to do, but this has been the busiest three months of 2024, and december doesnt look like its gonna let up any time soon. fmlfmlfml. its all good tho

[prickcest]

“So… you don’t wanna grow old?”

“Fuck no! Why the hell would I willingly let myself go? You see this? Do you know how much force is needed to snap a bone? Definitely not as much as you think. We’re basically made up of twigs. Why would I want to watch these pathetic matchsticks become even weaker? In fact— I’m gonna make sure that every bone in my body will be replaced by the time I’m thirty because there ain’t no way I’m letting this hot piece of ass sit around and rot in a chair. Excuse me, but you’d have to agree that seeing this become a wrinkly sack of skin and balls would be a total loss for the observable universe.”

“Like— you specifically?”

“Of course me specifically. Who else would I be talking about? You?”

“Right, silly me. I forgot I was talking to the narcissist.”

“That’s Mr. Narcissist to you.”

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.