#and /then some/ probably

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked:  "do you know how to tango,  docteur?  this is a popular dance within natlan,  i'm told." he says idly, a devious smirk decorating fair features,  "…perhaps i should ask capitano to help me improve my footwork.  for a warrior clad in armor more often than not,  he is surprisingly gifted."  he lets this thought hang in the air between them, before turning towards him, bowing slightly, inviting,  "unless you would grant me this dance?  an enticing challenge,  wouldn't you say?" (tango with pantalone dottore, i dare you.)

unprompted asks: ALWAYS ACCEPTING

   INITIAL interest boiled low, though the REGRATOR is still granted more of Dottore’s attention than he would have granted ANOTHER who spoke of something of feeble interest to him. TANGO? Did he know that? It took a moment to DRAG UP the memories from where they were tucked deeply in a distant, dusty corner of his mind. It was, after all, information that was HARDLY pertinent to Dottore’s work or travels. He’d OBSERVED it, not danced it. But that was fine, Dottore was EXCELLENT at replicating things from observation.

   And then Pantalone says CAPITANO’s name and his body suddenly STIFFENS. It is no subtle change either. From RELAXED to looking as taunt as a bowstring ready to SNAP at the slightest loosening of control. The name ALONE was enough to provoke a reaction. But the ADDITIONAL compliment towards Capitano? Normally Dottore would agree  —  Capitano was gifted. But in THIS context? Dottore is not used to this UGLY, SNARLING feeling in his chest that suddenly explodes in all its fury. It twists and CLAWS at him like something trying to burst out and DEVOUR and SLAUGHTER. He wanted blood. It’s a terrible feeling. CORROSIVE, hardly the feeling fit for a man who valued logic. But it’s there, REARING its ugly head, demanding and restless. He absolutely WILL NOT be allowing for that. He hates that infliction, hates how easily it can be said. It leaves a BITTER, DISGUSTING taste in his mouth.

   The THOUGHT of Capitano and Pantalone dancing such a dance. HE HATES IT. HATES, HATES, HATES. The ugly thought twists and screeches in his head like a siren. He’s used to BEING the monster, not having one rage against the flimsy boundaries of flesh in his chest that makes up his body. He felt like a creature with its hackles raised. NO. He won’t be allowing for that, HE DOESN’T CARE THE SCENE IT WOULD MAKE. If necessary, he would do so. 

   Had Dottore actually paid attention, he might have realized it was an INTENTIONAL PROVOCATION. But he wasn’t USED to them in this way. Wasn’t used to the dizzying intensity of JEALOUSY. So he didn’t.

   He might not have MOVED, but it would HARDLY conceal the sudden intensity of the air around the doctor. At least until Pantalone’s voice cuts through UGLY RAVINGS. His head lowers a fraction at the bow, slowly allowing the rage to ease away. EASILY PACIFIED at such a simple gesture. (Later, Dottore might be both flabbergasted and infuriated at HOW easily such had occurred.)

   “  I”m FAMILIAR with it.  “  Dottore answers, finally managing to find the words now that it doesn’t feel like POISION might spill form his lips.  “  I’ll grant you this dance, REGRATOR. I do hope you know what you’re getting YOURSELF into.  “  Dottore allows for a flash of mouth full of fangs as he draws closer to the ninth. He’s sure Pantalone DOES, although the DEPTH or INTENSITY of it might have been MISCALCUALTED if one was able to pry open his chest and peer at the rage that had been in his chest. But already it was calming down with just a few words, heeding and obeying.

  “  Shall we?  “  He murmurs, pulling them both onto the floor.

[wormy-business]

I saw this question posed on tiktok, but I think Tumblr would really enjoy it too.

If a fae creature offered to give one million dollars for a bone FROM YOUR BODY chosen at random, how many bones would you allow them to take?

Light clarifications; The fae is not the one choosing the bones. The bone is taken at random. Each bone, no matter the size or importance, is worth a full million dollars. You must also declare the exact number first, you can't go bone-by-bone. You either say 2 or you say 10, you can't work your way up to a higher number. The bones are removed instantaneously, and the money is given immediately as well. You will not get in government trouble for acquiring the money.

Tell me in the tags/replies how many bones you'd let the fae take. And as always, reblog for bigger sample size.

[jacqcrisis]

Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.

[kedreeva]

There's some dude (derogatory) on FB who is PISSED people are pricing their farm fresh eggs at $2 and $3 a dozen instead of $4+, saying it's "disrespectful" and "undignified" and "I'm trying to feed my kids" like Sir, you are on a Facebook group page bitching about your neighbors egg prices because your pet chickens aren't earning you a living wage and you think it's your neighbors' fault, you do not have a leg to stand on here wrt dignity.

Also half the answers are like "I give them to friends and family free" or "I donate them to food banks" or "I'm making them affordable to folks who might not otherwise be able to get them now that they're so expensive in the store" and "if you think you're going to turn a profit keeping backyard chickens you have been wildly misled" and so on, and so forth, and I'm so living for it.

and I can tell you right now, he did NOT like my answer of "if you're trying to feed your kids, I hear eggs are edible."

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[pirateprincessjess]

I feel the need to periodically remind people that Idiocracy is a eugenics movie.

One of the things that eugenicists believe is that it is bad for society when the “wrong people” breed.

The entire premise of the movie is that “stupid people” kept having kids while “smart people” didn’t have kids, and it ruined society because stupid genes propagated while smart genes died out. This is eugenics propaganda.

I know people will read this and their response will be “actually it’s satire” but the movie isn’t satirizing eugenics. It’s satirizing anti-intellectualism, and consumerism, and it proposes eugenics as a solution.

When eugenics was first conceived, it was used as a way to justify inequality. The idea was that people who held privilege were able to do so because they were smarter and genetically superior to lazy and stupid people who don’t have privilege. Obviously this is bad and wrong, but it is also the core lesson of Idiocracy.

The movie literally ends with the main character becoming president and having “the smartest children in the world.” Because he and his wife have smarter genes than everyone else. The proposed solution for the things that Idiocracy is satirizing is for the smart people to have children that can be in charge of the world.

I know it’s fun to use this movie to dunk on anti-intellectualism and the MAGA movement, but we need to stop. When you quote and reference this movie you are spreading eugenics propaganda.

[adyophene]

I just wanted to draw a little bit more DnD AU familiar Husk and Sorcerer (or Warlock?) Alastor!

[jaradraws]

DISCLAIMER: the blood is a feature, not a bug 🩸☎️

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[skellydun]

absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.

[skullsandcorals]

"I'm dyslexic. I'm not stupid."

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[factual-fantasy]

Oh copy/paste and desktop Tumblr, how I've missed you so XDD

I'm still unable to sit at my desk for as long as I'd like to.. but I can sit long enough to draw some comics here and there at least! One of which being a (somewhat) angsty comic with Grim and V! Did you really think they escaped my angst curse?? It was only a matter of time before I cursed them as well! XDD

But for real, I've wanted to draw something angsty with Grim and V for a while now. And I'm glad I was finally able to! Even if its kind'aaa more of a goofy comic with angsty undertones rather than full on angst. XDD

The more I draw these two, the more lore I start to build in the background... I wonder if I should explore Grim's more serious angst sometime.. 😈😈

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Edit: I see a ton of answers saying "torture porn" and some asking why I didn't add it. Torture porn isn't a subgenre of horror. Every single horror film that yall describe as torture porn falls into an actual subgenre (usually slasher/splatter or body horror, though there are exceptions). Torture porn was a term made to describe the rise in realistic brutality in horror in the early 2000s. If you don't like the brutality or gore in horror, that's fine. But that's not a subgenre. Every single one of these could be incredibly gorey and brutal, as well as can be the opposite of that. Torture porn is not a subgenre in itself

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Gregory is NEVER getting unbanned at this rate