🇷🇴 27 y.o dumbass who should probably be working 🇫🇷 ✌🏳️🌈 (she/her)
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the sims franchise especially the current iteration is interesting in that a significant portion (majority?) of its core playerbase is people who don't consider themselves gamer enough to justify a gamer pc but love a game that by nature of what it is seems designed to demolish the average consumer laptop
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i love lesbians. i went to get drinks with a masc who had sent me pictures of her hanging drywall. she confirmed over text that she was sending these to torture me. in person, she was so nervous her hands were trembling. she had to repeat her order twice because she was so quiet. she shakily asked for a hug at the end of the night, the way oliver twist asks for porridge. and then i got home and she sent me a picture of her just in a toolbelt, accompanied by one of the smuttiest text messages i've ever read. meanwhile when i called her to schedule the next date, she had to stop and say, "i'm so sorry i'm so nervous i'm out of breath." just. the whiplash of it all. godbless you every lesbian
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I truly do not see the point of gatekeeping the intimacy of sex behind romance.
I want to bond with my friends on a deeper, more compassionate level. i truly love being bisexual because sex feels more like a method of communication for heavily intimate emotions and a deeper expression of empathy to share with those you care about moreso than an act that is mutually exclusive to romance.
And of course I believe there are aspects of sex that are inherently romantic, but like art, I believe its purpose is entirely subjective, dependent on context, and the expressed intention of all parties involved (whether it's 1, 2, 3 or 7 people, it doesn't matter).
Simply put. I think people should be able to have sex with eachother regardless of their romantic labels (obviously proper and adult communication between partners being a pivotal aspect). I know plenty of queer couples already do this, and that's beautifully progressive, but I wish it was more normalized.
Sex is such an underrated and under utilized form of communication and emotional connection in non-romantic contexts.
This is especially important from the perspective of someone like me. I love love love to perform acts of service, so it doesn't really matter to me if the sex isn't reciprocated from my partner. I get so many endorphins just from being able to do them a service, to make them feel good and pleased and happy and content.
I'd eat you out for hours if it meant giving you peace of mind to escape from your other worries and stressors, even just for a few minutes.
I'd gladly suck your dick for nothing in return if it meant turning your bad day around to a more positive one.
I'd let you fuck the daylight out of me if it meant you could exercise the stress out of your body and relax.
I'd piston fuck you into the mattress between teams meetings and zoom calls if it meant even giving a space to where you can turn your brain off for just 5 minutes.
I rambled off into so many different directions. But sex has so much more utility beyond just securing a romantic bond with only one other person.
I wish sex wasn't so taboo. There is so much good that can be done with pleasure.
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well maybe you should blearily wake up at 5:08 in the pre-dawn light and find the sleeping soft tiny mammal body of your cat just inches from your head like a miracle too beautiful for speech, and you should rustle one hand out from your blankets to rub fingertip circles across the warm eggshell dome of her little velvet-wrapped skull and on the bristly patches just where the cups of her ears begin, and as she inclines her head into your fingers and purrs without ever opening her little eyes you should feel a love so tender that you understand how that love could have reached out from the fireside into the inky spangled nights long gone to reach her, and then you'll feel better
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Jonathan Bailey dancing through life on the set of Jurassic World Rebirth [x]
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Jurassic World Rebirth dir. Gareth Edwards | 2025
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When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.
Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.
So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.
Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.
One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.
It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."
The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.
Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.
It missed my lilac by inches.
The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.
I think next year, I'll see flowers.
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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.
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googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
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You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right
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This is not like a fully completed thought but yk
So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks
Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'
And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.
How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.
Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'
There has got to be a better option.
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No, app on my phone, I don't want to edit it with AI. I don't want to generate with AI. I don't want to ask the AI. I don't want to make AI wallpapers. I don't want to rewrite with AI. I don't want t-
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