#of utter nonsense

[spamtennavil]

[conarcoin]

losing my fucking mind over this subreddit

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[indmtbleswrdsmn]

These are like my first ever supernatural drawings

[dyinginthearctic]

"you should be in the club" i should be dying in the arctic. i should be cold and starving and eating my mates #fuckscurvy #ripme #yay

[bedazzlecunt]

i really do have to emphasize that like. horny tumblr is a fucking horrible place to learn about kink. at least half the people here have never had sex (or done kink without sex) beyond sexting on omegle, and even the ones who do have any experience with sex and and kink and IRL kink spaces (including myself!) are mostly engaging in fantasy and theatre and performance. that's fine! that's fun! there's nothing wrong with that. but i do worry so much about all the 18 yr olds i see on here who've never had sex, many of whom have never been in a relationship, and who are building ideas about kink and sex and health based on the most deranged fantasy-of-the-sort-you-literally-cannot-do-safely-irl tumblr posts. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not take any tumblr posts as actual kink education, including and sometimes especially the ones claiming to be actual kink education. there are actual books and groups and dungeons for that.

[blogitalianissimo]

Statunitense, 40 anni in missione in Perù, e tifa 'a maggica

[gideoncheckedout]

pure goofassing

[grogumaximus]

[virescent-v]

Drabble? 🥹

Goldilocks

Summary: Emily looks at you from across the bar. Warnings: none :) Word count: 875

Thirties and Flirties Lesbian night at Goldilocks was either a hit or miss. There could be a smattering of available and “normal” women to mingle with, or it could be a hodgepodge of people who were taken, weird, or timid that just didn’t mesh with the vibe you were after. 

To be fair, you weren’t sure what you were after. 

You just knew that being alone was weighing heavily on you. You were ready to settle down, sure, but you wouldn’t be opposed to a friends with benefits situation either. 

Apparently, it was the company that you were after. 

Sitting at the bar, a cold drink in hand, you did your routine of gazing around the bar. You started at the door, trying to catch anyone new walking in, then made your way to the dance floor, looking at bodies of all shapes and sizes grinding against each other. Shaking your head at some of the desperation oozing from some of them, you cast your eyes to the various tables scattered on the right side of the dance floor. Most people were already coupled or grouped up. 

However, at the last table closest to the bar, and already looking at you, was an absolutely breathtaking brunette. 

Her hair was almost black, eyes just as dark. She was wearing a tight, black dress, the neckline square across her collarbones. It showed just enough cleavage to be tantalizing, but nowhere near as scandalous as some of the other dresses being worn tonight. Her makeup was smokey, bringing out the deep colors of her eyes. She had one hand resting on her hip and the other was toying with the rim of her glass. 

Trailing your eyes from the heels on her feet to her face, you realized that those deep eyes were already watching you. When you finally made eye contact, the brunette tilted her head far to the right, a small smile appearing. 

You felt something warm grow deep in the pit in your stomach. A shiver of excitement rolls up your spine and the hairs on your arms stand up. A way for your body to prepare you for the storm of the woman to (hopefully) approach you. 

Turning back to the bar, you order another drink and get the bartender to make whatever she was drinking. 

When the bartender passed the two drinks to you, you felt a light brush of fingers on your upper arm. “Any chance that’s for me?” 

Looking over your shoulder, you almost gasped. She was even more beautiful up close. You found yourself getting lost in the details of her; long eyelashes, a sculpted nose, full lips. Every trace of your eyes over her skin brought new details that you tried to memorize. 

Cooling yourself, you smiled, turning towards her. “Sure is. How’d you know?” You handed her the drink. 

She smiled as she took a small sip. You were enraptured by how her lips curled around the rim of the glass. You imagined them wrapped around yours, how soft they would feel moving with yours. 

“I had a hope,” Emily said, dragging her eyes up your form. “I haven’t seen you at Goldilocks before.” 

You made a noncommittal noise. “Interesting. I come here often. Do you?” 

Emily smiled, shrugged. “When work allows.” She took another sip of her drink before placing the cup down on the bar. “Excuse me if I’m being a little forward, but would you like to dance?” 

Placing your drink down beside hers, you extend your hand, which she happily takes before dragging you out into the middle of the floor. 

You can feel the deep bass thumping within your chest, instantly drowning out any further conversation. Your heart beat starts to match the pulsating music, the pulsating of bodies around you. 

Emily drags you towards her, bringing your arms around her neck, effectively slotting your hips against hers. It makes your breath catch. 

You both start to move with the beat of the music, keeping eye contact that grows heavier with each passing moment. As the songs blend and mesh into the background of your thoughts, Emily’s hands begin to wander, rubbing up and down your back, around your arms. 

As the sweat builds on your bodies and your quickened breath mingles together, the tension rises and rises. There’s almost no discernable space between you two, your noses brushing. 

Just as the tension almost reaches its zenith, a passerby in the crowd bumps into you, forcing you off balance, making you almost fall to the ground. 

Before you tumble fully, warm, strong arms embrace you, hauling you back upright. Brushing hair out of your face, Emily’s eyes track over you. “Are you alright?” 

You blush deeply, embarrassed at such a moment. “Thanks to you.” 

Emily smiles before her eyes search the crowd for the person responsible. Having lost them in the sea of people, her dark eyes turn to you. “Want to move somewhere more quiet? There’s a late night cafe open next door.” 

You tilt your head down, tucking more hair behind your ear, bashful. Looking up from under your lashes, your cheeks heat again. “Yes, please.” 

Emily smirks, grabs your hand, before dragging you towards the front door of the club. 

[hawkogurl]

I haven’t slept in two straight days so forgive wording but while Norman and Otto are very similar villains on a surface level I think how their differences relate to the fact that The Biggest Narrative Throughline Of The Raimi Trilogy is Critiquing Masculinity And Impressing Healthy Masculinity On Peter is often the core of how they function in the story. Norman is, as a narrative device, almost a distilled representation to Peter of everything he should not be as a man. He uses anonymity as a villain to pursue what will benefit him regardless of how it will harm others, is sexually violent towards women, is explicitly the core of all of Harry’s toxic masculinity. He takes revenge in any situation he views someone as having slighted him. Even in death, what he does as his final act is exert control over another person in a way that removes that person’s ability to choose for themself, something that is, regardless of Norman’s intent, to the immense harm of that person. And I think the fact that doing that becomes one of the bad habits Peter picks up despite otherwise learning from the negative impact Norman has is very connected to the fact that in this moment it is meant to seem as though Norman is himself. But I also think that this connects to this idea that while Norman externally maintains this veneer of acceptable masculinity, but most of who he is on the inside in relation to that idea of being a man is very controlling, destructive, and ugly, particularly in ways that still connect to that outside persona. Many of the ways that Norman externally practices archetypal ideas of manhood in ways that are still acceptable are still destructive and harmful.

Otto is sort of meant to reflect him in a way because he sort of reflects the next step in that process. Being on the path to and trying to develop a healthy relationship with masculinity and become a good man can still come with its own pitfalls and ways to cause harm if you aren’t acting with awareness or introspection. Otto is most everything Norman tends to fail to fail to be as a man. He’s a loving husband where, based on how sexist Norman’s language towards his former wife is, Norman seemed to fail as one. Otto is using his work in science to benefit humanity as a whole while Norman used his knowledge primarily to advance himself. Otto’s relationship with Peter is brief, but I think it’s also meant to show Otto’s capable of healthier, more parentally responsible behavior where Norman is intended to have failed as a father. Since Norman is too busy being dead to do any in present foiling, I think that Otto is also meant to demonstrate this in how he interacts with Harry, which is generally disdain. (Now, Harry’s weird in this whole throughline because in those interactions with Otto and in most of the second half of the trilogy, Harry is essentially performing masculinity as a facade. In terms of tropes and again, how gender is treated as a narrative throughline and what it’s connected to, Harry is essentially written as narratively effeminate as a man, which is not shamed by the story while his toxic masculinity is and is also a massive core of his character in the comics. But that’s another post.) But in his belief he’s doing the right thing, Otto eventually ends up hiding from the pain of his grief and pursuing his own self interest and pride for the sake of what he wants to think is best for others, which reflects Peter’s own bad habit of taking the agency of his loved ones away from him when he thinks it’s best for them—which is more often simply when it’s emotionally easier for Peter.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Stop trying to push past me, asshole.”

Angel Dust: “Move, I’m gay.”

Vaggie: “And I’m down here at 2 am getting a snack a drink for my girlfriend, what’s your excuse.”

Angel Dust: “Do ya want me raidin’ the fridge at weird hours, or doin’ drugs?”

Vaggie: “I want you to wait your turn and quite shoving.”

Angel Dust: “Ya gonna have to bribe me."

Vaggie: "With? Letting you live?"

Angel Dust: "Please, I'm gonna need way more than that- I wanna know why you’re wearing Charlie Chip’s button down shirt and ONLY her shirt!”

Vaggie: “Only one I could find.”

Angel Dust: “Oooh~?”

Vaggie: “She’s pretty annoyed at my clothes by the time she gets them off me.”

Angel Dust: "HA!"

Vaggie: "And I get pretty annoyed with you by default."

Angel Dust: "Aww thanks toots, my heart is all mooshy. Cotton candy princess got some SPICE to her, huh?”

Vaggie: “Yeah well, speaking of spicy, if any of my clothes made it out a window and onto the hotel steps again, they aren’t mine and I’ve never seen them.”

Angel Dust: “I mean I guess that shit lie will work… if they’re ya panties or whatever-”

Vaggie: “A thing that I wear. Right.”

Angel Dust: “-the rest is kinda an iconic outfit thing though, toots, don’t know anyone wouldn’t know who’s it- wait a sec- are ya saying ya DON’T wear-?”

Vaggie: “Here. Leftover cake.”

Angel Dust: “You can’t bribe yourself outta THIS talk, Vaggie Tales!”

Vaggie: “Sure I can, it’s triple chocolate and has sprinkles. Take it and hide or else everyone else will come crawling out of their rooms for a share.”

Angel Dust: “Crawling, ya say?”

Vaggie: “Literally. Trust me.”

Angel Dust: “Hmmm… and, is triple chocolate-”

Vaggie: “Husk’s favorite. Have fun.”

Angel Dust: “We’re picking up the panty thing tomorrow, toots!”

Vaggie: (already leaving) “No we’re not.”

Angel Dust: “We sure as hell are! Maybe for real! Off the hotel front steps! IF YOU EVEN WEAR ‘EM!”

Vaggie: (already gone) “Go pick up your Doctor Seuss crush before the cake gets stale!”

Angel Dust: “YOU TAKE THAT BACK! He’s not a twink in a hat! HE’S A RUN DOWN TONY THE FUCKIN’ TIGER WITHOUT STRIPES AND AFTER A WHOLE CARTON OF SMOKES!”

Vaggie: (distantly) “Whatever…”

Angel Dust: “You’re just too lesbian to appreciate it!”

Vaggie: (fading out upstairs) “That, and I’m too not-single for it either…”

Angel Dust: “Oh that bitch….” (bites cake) (mumbling) (sulking) (single) “Hope Charlie Chuck yeeted her damn clothes clear across town.”

Charlie: “I didn’t. This time.”

Angel Dust: (SHRIEKS)

Charlie: “Hi.”

Charlie: (dropping down from ceiling and scurrying over the counter top wrapped in just blanket)

Charlie: “I wanna share an extra piece of the cake, please.”

Angel Dust: “DON’T BEDSHEET GHOST SCARE ME LIKE THAT! Fuck!”

Charlie: “Sorry! Cake?”

Angel Dust: “Didn’t ya girlfriend already get you a slice!?”

Charlie: “Of course she did!”

Angel Dust: “So what’s wrong with THAT one??”

Charlie: “It’s gone…”

Angel Dust: “Gone HOW-”

Charlie: “I started missing her and came down to meet her and the cake, um.” (points at stomach) “Didn’t survive.”

Angel Dust: “Un-bi-lievable.”

Charlie: “Caaaaake?”

Angel Dust: “Here.” (shares cake) “SHOO!!!”

Charlie: (shoos) “I’m shooing! And by the power of this cake, maybe I can throw MY shirt off of her this time!”

Angel Dust: “Oh your dad have mercy..... how much sugar have ya already had?”

Charlie: “Enough to shower a tit- uh sorry- THROW shirt clear across town!”

Angel Dust: “Just take it off her before ya yeet it.”

Charlie: “? Oh!! RIGHT!!!!”

-an hour later at angel dust’s door-

Charlie: (knocking) “Angel? I need you to watch the hotel for little while!”

Angel Dust: “I’m busy! Don’t interrupt the cake!”

Charlie: “PLEASE Angel Dust it’s IMPORTANT and I wouldn’t bother you but I can’t find Husk so-” (door opens) “-oh hi Husk, can YOU please watch the hotel for me??”

Husk: “Why the fuck.”

Charlie: “I need, to go apologize, to my girlfriend.”

Angel Dust: “Vaggiraptor is right upstairs, ain’t she? Why’d we have to watch the hotel for that?”

Charlie: “Because I…”

Charlie: “…I need to figure out, where she landed, first…”

Angel Dust: (GASP) “Nooo…”

Husk: “What?”

Angel Dust: “You didn’t.”

Charlie: “I didn’t mean to!”

Husk: “What the fuck did she do?”

Charlie: “It was- the sugar! My hands were shaking- I was frustrated! And really really distracted!!”

Angel Dust: “HOW could you!? I TOLD ya-!”

Charlie: (on her knees) (wailing) “And I FORGOT!!!”

Husk: “You know what? Fuck it. I don’t wanna fucking know.” (heads back to the cake)

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I’m kind of afraid of the Pandora’s box I’m about to open, but:

-If we choose to define a “mermaid” strictly as a mythical creature having a human upper body and a fish lower body

-If we choose to define “fish” as any animal whose ancestors were fish, that is, ray-fins, lobe-fins, cartilaginous and jawless fish

Then wouldn’t a centaur be a mermaid as well? They have a human upper body, and a fish lower body (horse/hoofed animal)

Furthermore, it would also make humans mermaids, and simultaneously reverse mermaids! We have a human upper body and a fish lower body (human), and also a fish upper body (human) and a human lower body

[scuderlia]

society has progressed past the need for "penalties" and "england"

[sufferingsokkatash]

zukka analysis time. topic: eggs.

i can only assume that the atla writers put this in as a joke, because normally they’re so good at actual foreshadowing. clearly, they wanted to pull the threads together on the sokka and inventor story - to show that the war balloon could be used as a tool for good, to bring two characters on opposing sides together, and redeem the war balloon’s use as purely a weapon of their enemies, etc, etc. but is the (more significant) conclusion of this storyline that…zukka are the two grumpy eggs?

thanks to my photo manipulation skills, the evidence is compelling.

does it also mean that they were boiled eggs once they went to boiling rock?!

closing arguments:

[kentjohnson91]

i just realized while scrolling through my camera roll that i don’t think i ever blessed my blog with this glorious picture i found of john marino:

why is your hand in your pants sir🤨