#cw: urine

[avagarde]

The Urinal

[realbeefman]

some of y’all clearly don't understand what it's like to avert your eyes when your friend starts changing in front of you and your heart starts pounding in your chest and you could say something, SHOULD say something, tell her to change her clothes in a different room and admit to this freakish attraction that you know she doesn't feel, ruin the friendship by coloring every moment of casual intimacy with the knowledge that you are a pervert who wants more, that you are a threat. you don’t say anything. and you look up and watch the pale expanse of her lower back from the corner of your eye as she pulls on a white blouse, and something lurches in your stomach and you laugh at the joke she just told even though you weren’t really listening to the set-up. later on you will feel sick and guilty and cry alone in a bed that feels empty, but for just a moment, you are laughing with a beautiful girl who loves you, and it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong

[starglowwos]

are we going to talk about scar's (and maybe impulse's and skizz's and probably not but possibly grian's) bbq time stream a few days ago?

and how cursed it was? and quotable?

i have some quotes. i'm gonna put it under the cut because they're that cursed

grian: all i did was touch the beer and i just started peeing everywhere, that's not how barbecues work!

scar: i apologize for urinating on your leg, skizz

scar: grian, stop peeing on the bear

grian: scar sent us this, right, for context, he was like "guys we should play barbecue simulator", and we're like "alright", and i go to look at the reviews, and like the first ten are "we peed on burgers and then ate them" grian: you should just see the reviews, all of them are like "10/10, pee burger"

skizz: does anyone else's fire keep going out? scar: yeah you gotta keep it going! you want me to urinate on it?

scar: you can't pee on me and not expect me to pee on you, skizz. that's the rule. i don't make em skizz: i'm not sure you're aware of how arrogant i am. i pee on you, you don't pee on me, that's how it works

skizz: you know what? not only do i pee on you, i pee on you and you thank me

scar: IMPULSE! stop peeing on my condiments!

grian: ahhh, who's peeing on my eggs? oh its me im peeing, oh IM PEEING, OH, GO-

scar: come on guys, we'll pee on each other later

scar: (blowtorching a pizza) oh, look at this, look at this skizz: (starts peeing on the pizza) let me help you out there buddy, there ya go scar: (turns around) i'm tryna get a crispy pizza, not a soggy pizza, skizz, keep your urine to yourself.

skizz: i ate it, and then i started taking a piss on you, and then you killed me

grian: i'm gonna try and not pee on everyone

skizz: lemme help you out there, grian (peeing noises) grian: cheers, dude. it needed that extra flavor skizz: (laughing) grian: here, let me flip that so you can get the other side

grian: here, bear! take this chicken before skizz eats it or pees on it or both impulse: (laughing) or both skizz: (laughing) or both... impulse: at the same time skizz and impulse: (laughs harder)

[padded-daydreams]

Shout out to incontinent regressors. Its ok if you use your diaper. Its ok to let go of any embarrassment. Its ok to be tiny and not worry about the stress or embarrassment of wetting yourself just because some people see it as gross. You are not gross. It is ok to find comfort in wearing a diaper and being little and making it a part of your regression. It is ok to find ways to be comforted in things that you deal with. You are valid no matter what.

[tankbredgrunt]

HYPER-SPECIFIC LISTS || 1/? VIDEO GAMES WITH A URINATE FUNCTION

--- Indigo Prophecy (Quantic Dream, 2005) Leisure Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude (High Voltage Software, 2004) Heavy Rain (Quantic Dream, 2010) Death Stranding (Kojima Productions, 2019)

[cartoonscientist]

so I started a zazzle store where I sell shirts that are too silly for etsy, here's the first one just in time for pride month

[lotus-duckies]

the way they framed this to show the buckets are full of urine via "men pee while standing up" and i'm just sitting here like girl how did you manage to master Challenge Pissing TM

[e-m-p-error]

[ @hellcab LIKED For A Starter ]

[ Valentino ]

"The fuck do you think you're doing, pendejo?" Valentino's hand was fisted in the canine Sinner's hair, and he yanked their head back painfully as he snarled in their face. He had the woman on her stomach in the alleyway, one of his knees bent and his heel digging into her spine painfully. The way she was bent back was definitely uncomfortable, and that was the point, "Hija de puta, thinking you can steal from me! Me!?" (Asshole; Daughter of a bitch)

A gun was pulled from seemingly nowhere and placed against the back of her head. She whined, and a sudden scent of urine hit Valentino's good antenna. Instantly his wings unfurled to avoid getting wet, and he adjusted where he stood.

"Jodidamente asqueroso. Debería acabar contigo antes de que esto empeore." Rolling his eyes, the only indication of it being how his face moved, Valentino hunkered down behind her and yanked her head up even more by her hair. Her pained cry of agony fell on deaf antennae and Valentino wrapped his lower hands around her throat. (Fucking disgusting. I should finish you off before this gets any worse.)

With a snarl, he tightened his hands until he heard a sickening crunch, feeling her windpipe collapse beneath his hands and a few bones crack. Satisfied, but only for a second, he leveled the gun at the back of her head again as he took a few steps to the side. Firing into her body five times, he finally decided that she'd had enough, the blood pooling around her and splattered over his boots and calves enough to placate him.

Bending down, he rolled her over, digging into her vest pocket and pulling from it a wad of cash and a baggie filled with white powder. "Fucking cunt," He snapped, "Cheating me out of my fucking money." This would be a foul mood he'd be in all day. Finally turning and heading for the mouth of the alleyway, he glared when he caught sight of someone else who thought they'd be smart, just staring at him.

"The fuck are you lookin' at, gilipollas?" (Douchebag)

[brieflyinfatuated]

Not to put too fine a point on it but if I experience one more inconvenience today I'm going to start breaking femurs.

[devileaterjaek]

CONTENT WARNING: POSTAL

[seriial]

keeping myself half accountable by telling tumblr i relapsed LMAO

[seraphim-soulmate]

It's not that I wish I could stop the process of aging or make people live forever it's just that I wish it didn't have to suck so bad. It sucks that we're a product of our time, forced to live under the circumstances we're born under despite how important a life feels. A lifetime can genuinely just be pain and misery due to circumstances and it's so evil that not everyone gets a fair shot at the only chance they have. It hurts to see a loved one getting older and losing abilities and not knowing what you can do and also just hoping that you are doing the best you can to make their life manageable.

[owlispls]

weirdly affirmative reason to reduce stress: your cat might get sick if you don't :')

[sangu1vore]

causin’ problems makes you famous

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

All was quiet in the house, even the doggies had gone to bed. But sometime during the night there was a shout and with a jump B was awake. His sunglasses were knocked off in his fright, as he looked around to see what it was. Or perhaps it was his imaginatio- Ah... Nope. It was Spike, Shaking, and scared of... something. Slowly he approached. "Babe?" In an effort to not spook him any more than he already was. {Spike}

my muse has just woken up in a panic, crying, shaking and unable to say a word… send me your muse’s reaction to finding them like this

Blood. Blood took over all of his senses. The metallic sent in the air and taste in his mouth. The color painting the walls, the lockers, the floor, even some on the ceiling. The platting sound everytime his sneakers took a step.

The steady trickle from wounds he tried to ignore.

He found himself wandering the halls of his... middle... no, high... Either way, a school he went to. Clutching an M16 close to himself.

The halls slowly gave way to a filthy alley way, the blood dried on the surfaces. The scent wasn't as strong, but the taste was still ever present.

He found a figure, crumpled up in a heap at the end of the alley way. For a moment, the only proof they were alive was the shivering. Before they looked up.

"H-How much they payin' ya? I'll- I'll double- No! Triple it! Just- Please- Don't-!"

"Sorry, pal..." his own voice responded, sounding a bit younger than he expected.

The weapon then pointed at them.

"As the [missus] [boss] says... 'S bad business to jus' not carry out th' job."

Suddenly, he was in the school halls again, and the pleading face staring back out him had one eye, tears streaming down it. The stink of urine overpowered the metallic scent for a moment before he pulled the trigger.

"... Pico...?"

A voice. A very familiar voice.

Her whirred around, consciously keeping the firearm downranged.

His... his boyfriend... staring through blood soaked [blue] [pink] [blond] bangs.

Seeing the bruises littering his arms and face, he rushed to the smaller. One hand released the weapon to reach for him.

"Babe! Oh my god, are you alri-"

A hand grabbed his wrist and forced his arm behind his back. Cold metal nipped his skin as handcuffs clicked into place. He realized he no long had the gun as the other was forced behind him.

"I-I didn't do this! I was just tryna fight back! I was tryna help everyone-!"

"You have the right to remain silent," a man recited as he shoved Pico towards a police cruiser, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law-"

His head whirred around and he was pushed to the back door of the car, looking for someone, anyone, to take his side!

His eyes locked with a girl's, sitting at the back of an ambulance. She simply stared back, empty.

A hollowness which was contagious as he was seated.

"I knew he was trouble..." a voice scoffed before the car door slammed shut.

He found himself looking out between bars, a boy shooting up at... something. He wasn't sure.

... The... resemblance between him and this kid... How strange...

The boy won, and he rushed over to the cage, shooting the locks off. The cage door swung open, and a grin formed on Pico's face.

"Nice work, bud-"

The boy suddenly swung a mace at him, Pico leaning back just barely avoiding it.

Back in school. This time the halls were even redder than before. The boy swung again. Pico rolled out of the way. He then turned, just in time to see the boy transform into a bear.

He was... in front of a house. For just a moment.

"I think I feel hate."

Large paws wound around his throat and lifted him up in the air.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn-

Suddenly the paws let go, and as he dropped, he saw Nene briefly run behind a corner. The bear followed her.

No!

He had to- had to stop him- Had to protect her-

So he ran, ran ran ran until he burst through the janitor's closet. An M 16, just on the table. He snatched it up before rushing back out, face to face with...

Cassandra...

They started arguing. It was too jumbled for him to understand. Her [red] [black] [gray] [auburn] hair somehow spiked up even more as she became more frustrated.

It was time to end it.

He rose his weapon.

Aimed at the Nene on top.

And pulled the trigger, sending the bullet flying to her [head] [shoulder]. And she was down.

He rushed over to the remaining Nene. And suddenly he was cradling her, the [bullet in her head] [bullet in her shoulder] [slit of her wrist] oozing blood.

"Nene! Nene, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Just-! Just hang on! Hang on until help..."

... He was surrounded. Surrounded by bodies.

Strangers. His classmates. His closest friends. His... his boyfriend...

Weakly... clutching his pant leg...

"I'm... sorry...! I... I [tried] [didn't mean to] [just wanted to help] [ messed up]...!"

The clutch on his pant leg tightened, as the corpse of his boyfriend pulled himself up. The others started crawling, drawing closer. Their voices were all a cacophony. A cacophony of why why why why why why why-

"I'm sorry...! I'm sorry!"

His apologies came out in a mantra as he curled in on himself tighter and tighter. A mantra that went unheeded as they all continued to advance on him, piling up on him, overwhelming him both literally and mentally as they continued to ask why why why why why why-

It was at that point he'd shot up in a seating position, clutching his own biceps in a vice grip as a cry ripped itself from his throat. His tears must have been much colder than he realized, because he couldn't stop shaking.

What- What the hell...!?

A voice. A voice could just barely be heard above the buzzing in his ears and the rattling of his own skull. His eyes slowly, hesitantly trailed, met with...

... B...

Another moment of hesitation before he reached over, brushing lightly at locks of hair.

Green hair.

His hair was always green...

[bonefall]

How do the clans treat hygiene? Theres mentions of cleaning off paws after using mousebile or grooming with a tongue, but do they have baths or anything? And wouldnt the dirtplace being so close to the camp be. stinky to say the least.

For grooming and baths; I would actually enjoy making an entry on treating fleas and fur mats. Fleas are bothered by a ton of interesting things like lavender oil, cedar chips, and salt. Fur mats would be best treated with flaxseed oil. Both tasks would make excellent apprentice jobs.

Meanwhile, the Dirtplace is actually a perfect example of how these cats are a lot more human than feline

(CW: Urine, feces)

Feral cats don't have a "collective litterbox," they don't really like leaving their waste in a big stinky place that could attract predators. Let alone so close to where they eat and sleep.

The Dirtplace is a lot closer to the idea of a human latrine than cat bathroom habits. It would make more sense to cats if Dawn Patrol was actually reserved for the oldest and youngest cats so they could go to the bathroom first thing in the morning; "Marking Borders" means urine.

A better compromise between cat and human behavior would be having several smaller "dirtplaces" that are within the boundaries of the territory... mostly used by mollies, who would prefer not to travel too far. Toms are more likely to wander father... AND; this would absolutely also be affected by HRT.

I think having the "multiple dirtplaces" thing is interesting enough to add to the main rewrite tbh, and simple enough to mention in passing without going into detail