#or just disgusting. cherry's disgusting

[vaggieslefteye]

Sir Pentious being soft

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[cherrysmokesaconha]

Bitches be like: "please respect my opinion!!!"

Their opinion:

HATE SPEECH

DISINFORMATION

AND

SIMPLY PREJUDICE

[girlbob-boypants]

Honestly tho the disgusting freaks from Origins are great. Ugly fucks all <3

[steelycunt]

cherries deserve so much better…they taste so delicious but are represented so disgracefully by all artificial cherry scents and flavours

[ragingtwilight]

Tumblr won't let me tap on notifications to view posts I'm killing so much rn

Please don't make me go to my laptop just let me view from depression bedroom please please please please pleeeease

[boysborntodie]

Does anyone want to see my Cherry/Bob/Johnny/Dally chart?? (ANALYSIS not ship!!!)

[steakout-05]

saw some really triggering and horrible shit in the absolutely rancid shithole that is radfem tumblr so here is a reminder that TERFs are not, never have been and never will be welcome on this blog. i will not tolerate any hate or bigotry for trans people (or any people, really) on this blog, and if i gotta see people spewing any sort of that shit on here, it's blocked on-sight. take your blind hatred somewhere else, preferably where no one else can see or hear it.

[warpolomewdarkmatter]

i think that if Lightyear (2022) didn't have the meat-bread-meat sandwich scene i would like the movie way more. the sandwitch gag was just so flabbergasting and honestly gross (so unhygienic!!!) that it yanked me out of the "being immersed in a story with my disbelief suspended" into "Who In Their Right Mind Wrote This Into The Movie Script. Am I, The Viewer, Supposed To Think This Is Funny?" soooo fast (and it was already losing me with all the new watery characters and the lackluster zurg plotline). there's a cool scifi story happening before & after that scene and Those events are always shown as something natural, i guess (within the setting they make total sense, i mean), and i always trust the main character to know what to do and Belong in the story. but the sandwiches were weird and alien even to him and even moreso weird and alien to me by extension... and that feeling of weirdness contributed to nothing re: mood of the moment/overarching plot/character development and it wasnt even FUNNY. if the creators wanted to include the sandwich so bad they needed to have zurg eat it to show what a deranged freak he is.

[highlifeboat]

Okay, but imagine Zoe being Mia's only source of fresh food, so she's the only one Mia trusts to cook for her.

And then Mia tries to cook food like Zoe used to, but it all feels wrong now.

"Fresh" would be a little bit of an overstatement, but Zoe had to be surviving off some form of non rotten food. I personally imagine she was living off canned goods the whole time, maybe some stuff from the green house before it all went bad.

But, I mean, to Mia it probably felt like 5 star gourmet shit either way after a while. When your only options are the decaying/rotten meat and veg covered in mold, bugs, or literally nothing, canned stuff is probably amazing. The only reason she trusted Zoe's food is because Zoe never made her sick. There's still a point Mia probably stopped eating/eating a lot of it because everything made her sick, but it doesn't change it was fucking amazing.

And just like how Mia associates Zoe with safety, she also associates her with safe food. And when they're separated Mia's just filled with this constant doubt.

It's not like she relies on Zoe to make her food or anything, but having Zoe around to be like "Yeah, it's fine." Gives her this extra security about it.

[threnodians]

currently having a sobbing screaming meltdown because i cannot find my car keys because i am a disgusting depressed worthless fucking idiot and the grocery store is probably not going to be able to cancel our order because it’s so last minute so we’re fucked

literally just tore apart my depression hoard of a bedroom within the past hour and cannot fucking find them OR the spare keys even though i just fucking drove yesterday morning and they SHOULD be in my purse but alas that’s what happens when you’re a depressed piece of shit isn’t it

[coelacat]

maybe its nice that im rewatching ii. im getting a lot more of the jokes. they 9/11 a building and the character Bomb is the one most scared of the plane coming by. it totally......... (pause for effect) flew over my head as a kid

[kukos-satellite]

Yo, why does glacier cherry taste like freaking coconut??? I’m about to lose my mindfdd

[elainemorisi]

seitan is so fuckin good man

[fragiledate]

wtf is wrong with teenage boys. people shouldn't eat this much. is your stomach a black hole? what the fuck? how are you not shitting yourself in front of me rn? what the fuck?

[minjuflm]

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[moondirti]

can i say something crazy? cw: piss. nasty stuff

simon who has absolutely no respect for his bird's privacy.

comes back home from work; all sweaty and churlish and dour, soot caked on his face and hands, welder boots announcing his arrival in heavy, lazy footsteps. he doesn't call for you, but your gentle hey babe sounds from the bathroom anyway, half-distracted by the videos on your phone. the idea of you coddled at home since he left at dawn that morning — cushioned in bed until late, one hand in a bowl of cherries on ice that still drips condensation over your nightstand, the other pushing a new record for screen time on tiktok, the lengths of your legs all soft, bitten, exposed in set of flimsy shorts, cooled by the fan overhead, all ready evidence to why he puts up with as much shit as he does — drives him a little mad to think about. stokes a hunger in him, a mix of pride and masculinity and possessiveness that has him pushing into the room. despite the fact that his needs aren't urgent, not pressing enough to justify this.

this — standing right before you, so that your manicured toes kiss his leather soles. saying nothing as he unbuckles his belt, gruff, quiet, completely uninterested in addressing your concerns when you look up at him with those squinted eyes. it isn't above simon to make you suck him off while you're on the toilet, and really you wouldn't mind, but you get the sense that isn't what this is when he knocks your legs apart with his knees. little fuss to the action, little reaction to your spread pussy.

his cock bounces out about eye level with you. soft. nonetheless hefty and thick and large, bowing down even as he wraps a rough palm around its base. he can see the revelation find you in real time when he places his free hand on the wall behind you. the cresting arch of your brows. the grimace mangling your cheeks. the prissy pout of your lips. if he weren't so exhausted, he might have it in him to take your face right there. it's just the right combination of horror and fascination to get him going.

"simon noooo," you whine, throwing your phone somewhere, scrambling back until you can't anymore, porcelain tank pressing flush to your back. "just wait your turn. please!"

"'nuff of tha'. shush now." he huffs, chuckling a bit when he realises that you only made things worse for yourself by leaning away. your hips now jut out, cunt propped centre of the bowl.

there's no shyness, no stall on the release. his piss comes out in one, hot stream, washing right on target to hit your little clit. you shake your head, so disgusted with him he knows he'll have to make it up later. still, you do nothing to discourage it, sitting in place like a good pet, only occasionally tensing your legs against the steaming shower. some splashes on your belly, some on your thighs and the rim, yet it's never ending. you wonder if he planned this all day, held in the four cans of san pellegrino you packed for his lunch, just so he could give them back to you.

you just don't realise that not all of it is his.

"sad t'be missin' out on th' fun?" simon mocks, finally pulling away. he shakes the last of it off his cock, swiping a hand over his tip, before tucking himself back in. you blink, look down, and realise that somewhere along the lines, you started peeing too.

and have yet to stop.

"it's natural!" you wail, squeezing your pelvis floor in a last ditch attempt to save your dignity. it's no use. having started, it's near impossible to stop. your necks discovers a new type of heat in the humiliation, burn licking its way up your face. your ears tuck into your shoulder.

"yeah, yeah." he patiently waits for you to finish, cupping a hand under your elbow to keep you upright as you stand on fawn legs. his lips are paper thin, fleeting, when they press fondly to your temple. "now off to th' shower w'ya."

your nose crinkles. "you know you need one more than i do, right?"

"and wha's a shared bath?"