#k makes content

[em-bandaid-boy]

Hiiii thanks for 500 followerrrs!!! Idk why so many of you are here but thaanks 💖

(Seriously tho thank you its pretty cool) anyways I drew more murderous robots lol

[bugslaststraw]

So I’m writing a fic where

[elli0t5]

i’m considering deleting my other pics like yesterdays, and just sending pictures to people who buys me books, or maybe still post my regular pics if i find a daddy that spoils me

i’m not sure tho..

[godesslexie]

What will you do to me handsome? Reblog with what you’re gonna do 💦💦💦💦💦🍆🍆

[elli0t5]

whose going to buy me a coffee today? 🥺🥺

[clownsuu]

I give you an

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Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)

Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-

But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)

Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——

hes just kinda, “that guy”

Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)

[elli0t5]

Hi~

I’m too cute to be doing all this work 😔 I should be laying in bed just fucked and filled 24/7.

I’ve been wanting to ride a pretty boys face so bad >~< and make him whine

[secretfreakyblog]

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woof woof, maybe you can have just a peak

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[sebyun]

Park Jihoon @ Weak Hero Class 1 & 2 Homecoming GV

[betty-fran]

As I relentlessly cross the equator of the third season of TOS, I feel that I'm feeling feelings. A lot of feelings, actually. And just as Spock couldn't write about Jim in his autobiography, I don't know how to find the words to write about this strange, unique, close thing that TOS has become for me, because how do you write about someone (or something) that you have so deeply loved?

Could I have imagined something like this when my sister and I turned on the first episode and watched it, not knowing whether to cry or laugh? I honestly laughed and screamed at how ridiculous they were in their 30s pretending to be flying in space on a ship, with their unacceptably tight uniforms, with their wild costumes and sets as if they had robbed a neighboring film set, with their pink-purple-blue bisexual backdrops and overly dramatic studio lighting, with their theatrical acting, with these absurdly weird fights and Kirk's torn shirts, and those facial expressions as if they knew something we didn't. Did I think, when I started watching it, that I would consider it one of the greatest achievements in the history of cinema? That I would fall in love with this stupid lighting and cinematography and acting so much that it would completely turn my attitude towards cinema, shaped by years and education as a production designer, upside down?

I honestly came here because of K/S, and I couldn't even imagine not actually wanting to read any fanfic, because TOS alone provides so much emotional and visual information, so much feeling, longing, and love, so literary and psychologically grounded, that it'll be comprehensive, sufficient for me, like a good book. I didn't expect to love the story itself so much. That it would become something so visceral for me. With all these Roddenberry's ideas and thoughts so uncharacteristic of the world both in the 60s and today, with his utopianism, the belief that there is a way out of any situation, that war cannot solve problems, that humanity is capable of growing beyond violence, that love is essentially disembodied, that the essence of a person is greater, more important, than their physical body, that we're not limited by our gender or race or place of birth, and that the only thing that truly defines us is our actions.

I have a long draft of a text about TOS that I'm working on and will finish one day, but until that day, I want to end this little stream of uncollected thoughts with the only completed part of it, and one that is very personally important to me:

Because TOS is first and foremost a utopia. It's a person's desire for a lost paradise, a place where all living beings are equal in their essence, their value, where freedom, kindness, and humanity are not just words. It's a desire to have a place where you are seen, accepted, just as you are. That's what TOS is to me, that's how I see it, and that's why I love it so deeply. Because it talks about all those utopian things that we've forgotten today and that are painfully necessary for us to have a future. Because it's kind, and funny, and absurd. Because it's a love story. Because it's the most impossible mix of Shakespeare and ancient philosophy, the Iliad and the Odyssey, Jane Austen and Thomas Malory in the infinite expanse of space. Because it's poetic cinema. This is something of mine. My personal dialogue with this story. This is what Donna Tart wrote about in The Goldfinch: “—if a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don’t think, ‘oh, I love this picture because it’s universal.’ ‘I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.’ That’s not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It’s a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you.”

[spacebunnyyfantasy]

I'm sorry for not posting for a short while, I've had a variety of events happen in the past week so I haven't had much free time to post here and pleasure you all. BUT I am back now, and going to try to post a bit more again! I hope my previous posts helped to keep you all busy and satisfied :3

My master told me I should make it up to you all with this little video, I tried my very best and I hope I did a good job for you all.

Do you accept my apology? 🥺

[carapaceinblue]

need someone to tell me they want to suck my dick, and then when I pull down my pants, they say "no no I said I want to suck your DICK. put that away." and then they throw a harness at me and attach a strap with a vibrating base to it and start sucking me off like I can feel every flick of their tongue and the way it slides in their mouth and hits the very back of their throat