#[let's call it...]

[songsofbloodandwater]

Today's breakfast was a little chocolate treat with golden milk tea. It's my first time trying it (I wanted to put some fresh turmeric to good use) and it tastes amazing. The smell isn't my favorite thing (didn't expect it to smell almost exactly like carrots, I got to admit) but the taste, wow! it tastes floral, kind of close to chamomile tea, but it still has the spicy aftertaste you would expect from a ginger relative.

But that's not all... it's medicinal! I prepared it somewhat like one would for a turmeric decoction, but adding the smallest bit of my masala chai blend for some extra tastiness. Then added the milk, at around a 3:2 ratio of milk and decoction respectively. I wanted to test how much of turmeric's anti-inflammatory properties one would get in this preparation and it's a resounding success. Not only did it help with my sore muscles but It also got rid of my headache and nausea, and I can definitely feel a difference in my body temperature and circulation. It's a really damn cold day here and this turned out to be such a great warming drink for me to bring some fire back into my body! 100/10 loved it, might just turn out to be my go-to drink for the rest of winter.

[freepassbound]

On the Exclusivity of Moans

One doesn't have to look particularly hard to determine that, in Domme circles (and even outside of that), male moans are considered a high-level delicacy.

I have considered, on a few occasions, posting some audio here. It's one of the very few areas of my sexual appeal that I have any degree of confidence in, they've always gotten rave reviews from my partners, and I might even imagine they could draw a little attention my way.

(most recently thought about doing and posting an audio clip on my birthday - sort of my 'gift' to y'all 🤭😁)

Two things always stop me: one, my innate default to privacy; two (okay, three things always stop me), my deep-rooted anxiety, which in this instance insists that maybe they're not that good and no one wants to listen anyway...

Three, though, is the interesting one. The third is that I have this notion that my moans should be only for my partner - that noises brought from me in ecstasy are theirs and theirs alone. I'm not entirely sure why I have this notion. It may be that they seem to me to be something highly intimate, and thus to be kept between the two involved. It may be that I've internalized some sort of generalized D/s command, that my moans aren't actually my property, but 'theirs'.

Or it may just be that my brain has spontaneously generated this notion and my cussedness quadrant accepted and is enforcing it. 😂

[digitalcarcrash]

erm actually it is a gay porno,,,, so

the passenger is so interesting to me because like. it's so obvious that those boys had some weird bdsm shit going on there. but i am not even joking when i say when i watched it for the first time it Legitimately felt like i was watching porn. like i got more flustered and embarrassed watching the passenger then i have watching Real Actual Explicit gay porn

[homunculus-argument]

This counts as vent art.

[skipppppy]

So there’s a trend going round where you draw Miku inspired by your own culture and normally I just sit those out bc i’m from England but then the image of her covered in fake tan with the full chav makeup and sloppily bleached blue pigtails popped into my head and i almost threw up laughing. So here’s bri’ish Miku. She smells like impulse body spray and spent the last 30 minutes arguing with the teacher who told her to take her coat off. It’s chewsday innit

edit: i fucked up with the cigarette i know it’s the wrong way round blease stop making fun of me 😔💔

[likeamaya]

“shadow this, sonic that”

me af:

this right here is my favourite thing ever, in the history of forever

i loved him in this movie. he was so silly and fun but actually acted serious when he needed to. he developed and matured so much. when he decided to give sonic the thing he had looked for HIS WHOLE LIFE because he didn’t want to fight him? because he preferred to trust his brother and his good heart rather than harm his family? i just-

and talking about family

he is THE big brother 🥹 he looked after sonic and tails the whole time, he was so protective over them.

i was 100% satisfied with what they did with knuckles in this movie. the only thing i missed was him interacting a bit more with his newfound parents but i understand there was too much going on.

i just physically need to hear him call maddie “mum” once :”)

edit: also, another thing i didn’t catch since i watched the movie in italian

from “i am having the fun” to “i am having the love” AAAAAAAAAAAAA DON’T TALK TO ME-

[ptr-sqloint]

acheiropoieton, still alive in the crypt.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s home.

Which means he’s glued to your side.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.

Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.

“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.

“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.

“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.

“You know I only like wearing them at home.”

“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”

“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.

“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.

Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.

“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”

“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”

“Have we got any names to work with?”

“That is not-”

“Any addresses?”

“You are not about to-”

“Pictures?”

“I was like ten years old-”

“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.

[heckyeahponyscans]

The H5N1 (bird flu) virus is going around, and cats are proving especially susceptible to it. A big cat sanctuary in Washington state had TWENTY of their big cats (cougars, tigers, etc) die of bird flu.

There have also been cases of indoor-only domestic cats getting sick or even dying of bird flu after contracting it from raw cat food. And of course coming into contact with birds also puts your cat at risk.

To keep your cat safe:

Keep them away from birds, preferably keeping them entirely inside. If they are indoor-outdoor then remove any bird feeders from your yard to make cat-bird contact less likely.

Do NOT feed them raw food of any sort, including freeze-dried raw food. Freezing will not kill the virus!

A lot of raw pet food companies are using PR speak to assure customers that their raw food is safe. Remember that at the end of the day their priority is to make money and stay in business. Unless they are testing every bird carcass for the virus their assurances are meaningless, and they certainly are not testing every bird because it would be too expensive.

Cooking kills most viruses and bacteria, including H5N1.

[akanemnon]

It was super effective

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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

haunted houses being portrayed as "infested" with evil spirits....yes obviously the house is infested it has uninvited human occupants.

you get pests you call in exterminators, just how it works

[inkskinned]

i keep thinking about how rfk said that autistic people "will never write a poem." i keep thinking about that, about if humanity is calculated on the back of old verse. how far we measure personhood is in baseball and stanza breaks.

i keep thinking - i have over 7k poems on here alone. language can be a special interest, after all. did you know the word autism comes almost direct from the greek word autos, meaning "self"? self-ism.

maybe he is right - i haven't really played baseball. i was a ballet dancer instead. and besides - my sister once accidentally hit me in the face with an aluminum bat. i'm not sure if the injury gives me half points. am i only a person in the dugout? hand in a mitt? swinging?

does softball count? does cricket? am i a person if i throw the ball to my dog. am i a person as long as the ball is in the air, or do i stop being a person as it rolls into the bushes. i took my girlfriend to fenway recently; was i a person in the sun, with my hands up, with the game laid out at my feet in a diamond. i felt like a person, but that was back in the summer, and i often feel my most person-like then.

am i more of a person because of the sheer number of things i've written? does quality matter, or is it quantity? i used to write entire books every summer in high school - i wasn't doing well. i felt the least like-a-person back then. but then - does any person feel human in high school?

in the library, ink on my skin, i feel personhood shutter at the edges of myself. actually, writing feels blissfully like not being myself. it feels birdlike; escaping into creation so my body dissolves and i survive only by muscle memory. i am not there, i am writing.

but who can deny the falconlike focus of warsan shire, the tenderness of mary oliver, the sheer skill of amanda gorman. those are poets. they are certainly human. you could line them up with the way their words have influenced us and measure their literary shadows like wings.

perhaps it was very assumptive of me to want to be a poet rather than "a [ label ] poet." i wanted the work to fill itself in, rather than be stained by what i am. i do not write in despite of my neurodivergence, i am just neurodivergent and writing.

does the poem have to be in english or can i send it through my palms into the coat of my dog. does the poem have to make sense. does the poem have to love you back.

if i break a glass, will the poem appear naturally? or is the act of breaking the glass human-enough. the shards of my life glittering out beneath me - do i have to write the poem, or is it self-evident in the pile of glass splinters? i cannot grasp this world the way other people can. regardless, i endeavor to touch - even the mess - very gently.

i broke my toenail against my coffee table recently. i released a bug outdoors. i made coffee. i walked my dog.

i didn't write a poem about any of these things.

something else, then. existing without humanity.

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[jonphaedrus]

this meme has really taken off in my house

[hejee]

sunday mass with the boyfriend aka the son of sparda