#i want to scream sometimes

[steampunkedparm]

im not one of the visual art kids anymore. which! huh! not a bad change or a good change! just. is?

i dunno its like. i was known as this one thing for so long. and it's still something i do and love doing but its not. me anymore? its no longer "oh can i see your sketchbook" its them hoping i dont bring up my latest theatre tech adventure. and its weird??

i dont carry a sketchbook with me anymore. i barely touch my drawing tablet sometimes. i dont run out of graphite as fast or ask for a new sketchbook every month or so. and its weird!! i guess?? im tried and thinking about this too much lol but like. instead of pencils im given old radioactive lighting equipment and its.

when did that shift happen? (the lighting equipment is really cool though!!) identity crisis moment i guess? is this considered a midlife crisis? i need to go to bed and i kinda miss being one of the art kids

[lazylittledragon]

absolutely vile that today should be about recognising legitimately important women’s issues and achievements and you go onto any social media and it’s just terf city

[anna-scribbles]

they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)

[blluespirit]

back on my 'zuko is aroace' agenda. if i have to see one more post arguing about shipping i am going to start biting people. he's actually a single dad and never marries thanks bye.

[iero]

SCREAM 2 — Wes Craven (1997)

[latenightsundayblues]

I imagine their banter and bickering in the process of killing someone would deal greater psychological damage than the torturing itself

[tittyinfinity]

I just remembered that up until 5th grade, all of the sports teams I was in weren't separated by gender. I played basketball and baseball with boys. And we did just fine.

It wasn't until 6th grade when they segregated it by gender. It didn't make sense to me. I was now in softball instead of baseball, because "softball is for girls" and "baseball is for boys" (which confused me bc my dad was on an adult softball team).

Now, my brother's all-male team didn't win a single game. My all-girls team won every single one.

They presented the boys' team with this HUGE trophy, and if you wanted replicas of it, they were $30 each.

My team was presented with a very small trophy. Extras were $5.

That's when I decided gender-segregated sports were bullshit.

[nopefer-art-tu]

Home is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there

I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place

I can't tell one from another—Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time before we were born

If someone asks, this where I'll be

Where I'll be

[himejoshiangels]

cass cain is so emotive and I hate that so many of yall fall straight into the stoic asian woman stereotype thing because like, the only reason cass wouldn't vocalize a feeling is when she would struggle to find the word for it because she literally wasn't taught how to speak. that's so fucking upsetting. She has such big beautiful emotions, she feels so deeply about the littlest things but everytime she has trouble putting it into words she's reminded that she was conceived not to. her abuser did not have her feelings or her pain in mind, only how well she could end a life. can you fucking imagine

[hair-dice]

I wonder how goddamn hot it must be inside AM. Y'know? That's a computer they're inside. Knowing my own laptop, they must be boiling! Pains me to even think about the state of the rest of the world, not that there's anything left to inhabit it.

Can you imagine burying your hands through the sharp rocks and gravel, feeling past the frequently disturbed soil, down to the metal casing below? Your hands start to feel warmer and warmer the deeper they dig, until you're shocked by a sudden burning sensation on your fingertips.

You'd be warm the whole time, no matter where you stood. It's a wonder how there's even ice still on the planet-- if it's even real. If you left your hands on the metal shell, you'd feel the burn first. As the nerves in your palms slowly died yet again, the flesh sizzling, you'd begin to feel the vibrations of the machinery inside.

Millions and millions of miles of raw technological power, and you at the heart of it. Lay your cheek on the steel. Press yourself against it. Feel the stinging pain. Tomorrow, you'd feel it again. Then the next day, you'd feel it again. Then again, and again, until one day you'd have nothing left to burn for the Mastercomputer's sick enjoyment. It burns, no less than real love ever would.

[ruinme-please]

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[oneluckydragon]

"Suddenly the world was gray and dull and my heart was so heavy I felt like I couldn’t move, let alone make it back to Treasure Town. But because of Echo’s last wish… I was able to keep living.”

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SORA : (Partner)

Abilities: Justified / Inner Focus

Nature: Gentle / Hardy

Moveset: Aura Sphere / Metal Claw / Poison Jab / Dragon Pulse

[bangkaching]

I'm re-reading and catching up on the Oofuri manga and. Excuse me??? Hello????

[isolophilian]

the mild panic in Luke's eyes when they say they know who the lightning thief is

[coryosbaby]

Pegging Ethan <3 grabbing onto his soft curls as he cries, the 10 inch strap you had accompanied yourself with moving in and out of him at a rough pace.

“P-Please mommy, please fuck me harder.. I need it so bad, need you to let me cum!” He whines, chest heaving and face flushed. You chuckle, grabbing his throat with your other hand and bending him at an unnatural position.

“Maybe if you work for it. Cmon, baby. Fuck that slutty ass back on my cock.”

He keens, small little ‘uh uh uhs’ coming out of his mouth as he works harder to spear himself on you. You grin at his eagerness, at how beautiful and powerless he looks under you. You have him wrapped around your finger, and he knows it.

Once you see that he’s taken all of it and worked his hardest, you reach down to his abandoned cock, slick and flushed cherry red. Precum dribbles over your fingers as you squeeze him.

“Oh god, thank you mommy, thank you so much!”

He whimpers, voice high and oh so sweet, and then he cums. Long, thick spurts come out all over the bed, your hand, and his belly. He goes slack and you slowly pull out of him, prepared to make him ride your face as another reward, as another way to make him orgasm. He’s your best boy, after all.

[dr-mothman]

I think not a lot of people talk about AM's self-esteem issues and self-destructive tendencies and it makes me sad.