#a deep clean

[levi-my-beloved]

the overwhelming urge to gently remove my skin, stick it in the washing machine and hang it out to dry

[timethehobo]

Would yall believe me if I said I meant to do a simple sketch?… 💀

[collophora]

More minibatch adventure I need a full show maybe too XD

[dragon-in-a-fez]

on the day we got married, we put a bottle of our wedding wine aside.

we said we'd drink it on our tenth anniversary.

but on our third anniversary, I wanted to die

and on our fourth, I almost made it happen

and the day before our fifth, a judge wrote my future back to life in the word "divorce".

and now that bottle sits there in the cupboard.

maybe someday I'll give it to friends whose love deserves the celebration ours didn't.

maybe I'll buy a boat and smash the bottle across the bow and christen it Survival.

maybe it will gather dust until my inheritors forget what it meant.

the one thing I know for sure

is that ten years on, I'm not going to open that bottle,

and sit across a table from someone who hurts me,

and make quiet conversation about the day,

and desperately pretend

I'm not drinking

alone.

[lokorum]

just finished page 3 for comic intro's intro (yep, couldnt help but make it) and it's available on boosty 👉👈

[naamahdarling]

You know what? You know what I think?

I think that if we lived as we were meant to, in larger intimate ("extended family") groups and with more shared labor and time to do it (UBI NOW) people like me would not feel so useless and burdensome because there would be people around to help and to do what neurodivergent people can't while making valuable space for the neurodivergent to do what they ARE good at.

The way we live right now, all right, the way we live right now forces units of two adults to be able to do EVERYTHING or PAY to have someone come do it for them. I have to do the housework. I have to do it! But I am having to do a million different things and most of them I am not good at. I suck at them.

I wouldn't feel like shit, okay, if I had more than one other person around who was not a child and who could do the things I can't, like do the yard and cook and do repairs and basic maintenance; and someone else to split everything else that I like but is too much for me. It would free me to do what I am good at and enjoy. Cleaning, as in the sink and toilet, the windows, the blinds. Taking out trash. Folding, hanging, and sorting laundry.

But because all the shit I can do often relies on other shit being done first, and I can't do or have trouble doing those things, the shit I can do often can't be done. And even the shit I can do, I can't do ALL of it. So I can't keep up, and things get very bad.

We aren't meant to live like this. We are not meant to live like this.

That thought hurts so much because being able to flee the birth family is integral to survival for so many people. I'm so afraid that living in larger family groups would create more opportunities for, say, queer kids to be isolated, rejected, bullied, and abused. But if we gave people enough money to survive, and stopped considering children the property of their parents with no system in place to help them escape bad situations except a system that is often just as bad, just different.

I'm aware that communes and collectives aren't all that successful and are kind of a joke. I don't mean that. I mean a fundamental shift to multigenerational families where taking in "strays" (which my family did) is also normalized so people escaping abuse into existing households was accepted, with these families centered in maybe a couple of different larger residences so not everyone has to buy and maintain their own fucking washing machine and vacuum cleaner, and so people can benefit from large group meals that yield leftovers, and so child and elder care can also be centralized.

Then disabled people and the neurodivergent and sick and injured people, and pregnant people, and grieving people, would not have to either labor through all those stressors or consign themselves to living off an unlivable pittance or being put under legal guardianship.

I'm not saying anything new. People live like this in other parts of the world and maybe it sucks and I am wrong. But I'm just really mad right now because I can either do laundry or clean the sink but not both, and I really think we could improve society somewhat by making it so I did not have to choose one without sacrificing the other.

[elitisim]

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[house-of-tykayl]

pretty old AU idea by now but basically the TTG gremlins are 1) very small and 2) infest the TTA tower like cockroaches

and 3) TTA starfire wont let TTA robin kill them

[becca-e-barnes]

Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵‍💫

I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.

Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.

"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."

Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.

Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.

His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.

"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.

"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.

"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.

"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.

"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."

For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.

When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.

Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.

[myokk]

clumsy🫶

[sergle]

there is something so quintessentially modern about learning about fiberglass filler in mattresses from tumblr dot come and ruining my bedtime by:

Finding nothing substantial on my mattress label.

Frantically scouring the internet for more information and the mattress website is all sof t blues and greens and smiling heterosexual couple and has a bullet point list with

+made without formaldehyde❤️✨️ +made without mercury or lead🥰💖 +low emission (???)🤩💗💯 and only under a company run blog "home sweet foam" do they say

❤️yes❤️ we do use fiberglass💅💖🌟 (gobbernment told us we cant use asbestos anymore😢😔)

[biggie-chcese]

waffle makers are some sort of species related to the roomba that adapted to a more stationary lifestyle for trapping its prey (grease and batter) instead of the roomba's scavenger diet of dirt and debris

[mjulmjul]

some old pre-s2 ‘concept art’ about surviving a storm..

[adventures-of-tbh-and-btw]

#7: Awake

[dear-ao3]

I FINALLY REALIZED WHY THIS BLOG SEEMS SO UNCANNILY FAMILAR

ITS BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE A GOD DAMN SITCOM

WHY ARE YOU TWO LIVING OUT A SITCOM???

(/lh /pos)

man if you think this is a sit com you should come hang out in my apartment for a few hours on a weeknight

[hometoursandotherstuff]