#so it's okay. whatever i do is what i do and if i don't black out the card then so be it

[tangledinink]

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Okay kids, are you ready for a lesson in SPOTTING ONLINE SCAMS????

*please don't message this person or harass them-- i do recommend that you report and block them, however.

right now it's incredibly important to give time, attention, and money to online fundraisers. but it's also incredibly important not to let scammers take advantage of that and steal money that could actually save lives right now.

firstly-- if we go to this person's blog, and navigate to "archive--"

this person's blog has only existed for a few days, only has a handful of generic posts (many reblogged multiple times,) and made their first reblog the same day that they posted their "fundraiser" post. this is a MASSIVE red flag.

please also note that neither their ask nor post actually mention palestine or gaza at all, but it's still tagged with "free palestine" and "gaza."

though this one should obviously be taken with a grain of salt, it is also worth noting the poor grammar here, because this can be (but isn't always!!!) another red flag. Note also that all the details are really vague and don't quite make sense... user describes "enduring cold" and their "nose freezing" though it's the middle of the summer. This user says that they're "sick," but doesn't really offer any further details about this. This user says that they need money for "resources," but don't elaborate on what exactly they need. They vaguely elude to a need for lodging, caretakers, and medicine, but don't actually give us any details-- despite this they have a "$1200" goal. What is this specific goal of $1200 for? Is that the cost of their medication? Overdue medical bills? Cost for rent this month?... They also apologize in their ask for "tagging" me... but they didn't tag me. They sent me an ask.

Another red flag is that their link labeled "Fundraiser link" leads directly to a Paypal donation page rather than a gofundme or anything else. If someone chooses to collect aid through paypal, venmo, etc. instead of through a gofundme, that's not a huge issue in and of itself... but it is fishy that it's mislabeled like this.

And if we GOOGLE this user's tumblr name or paypal name, we can find results like this:

This also led me to find them on @/kyra45's blog on their list of current scam accounts.

Despite all this, they have close to 100 reblogs from well-meaning people trying to signal boost and ask for donations on their behalf.

With the current situation in Palestine and the amount of actual, legitimate fundraisers and donations being circulated right now, for Palestine, Sudan, the Congo, or otherwise, it is more important than ever to be aware of people who are trying to take advantage of the situation for their own personal gain. Whenever possible, please take the time to do some due diligence when you receive messages like this and check to see if a fundraiser is legitimate! It always sucks for someone to be the victim of a scam and lose money to someone playing pretend on the internet... but it sucks even more when that money could have gone to people in actual, acute, dire need.

Here's some more information about spotting scams on tumblr! Shoutout to tumblr user kyra45 for compiling this, and for all the other hard work they do-- thanks.

Here's an actual, vetted, and legitimate campaign that could use your support. After receiving this ask, I went and donated. If you have the means to do so, it would be amazing if you did so, too.

[ see ALL gaza funds campaigns here ]

[kooqitas]

#pairing: teacher!jungkook x reader.

#genre: smut | #w.c: ~2200

#synopsis: after everything that happened in the classroom, jungkook invites you to have a drink at his apartment, and of course, you wouldn't miss the chance to fuck with your criminal law teacher again.

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, humiliation, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, anal mention, squirting.

#notes: not proofread, english isn't my first language!

★ read part 1 here | ★ m.list | inbox :D

you took a deep breath as you rang the doorbell. you couldn't deny it, you were nervous as hell. there was a huge difference between being in a classroom and at jungkook's home, and you took a deep breath when you heard the door being unlocked.

jungkook came, a few seconds later and the first thing you notice was how pretty your teacher is, fuck!

unlike criminal law classes, jungkook didn’t wear a formal clothes. he just wore a shirt and sweatpants. and he was fucking hot.

the second thing you noticed was how many tattoos he have. in all over his right arm… you knew he had some tattoos because he sometimes slipped through his shirt sleeve, but you never thought he would have his arm all covered.

“hi, you came!” he said, holding your waist and giving your cheek a kiss. “i’m cooking!”

jungkook was fragrant, and seeing him in a casual style was turning all your  nervousness into pure arousal. then you smiled upon entering the apartment, noticing that everything there smelled like jungkook.

honestly, when you fucked with your teacher you thought it was just a only one sex, so being in his apartment now is something… unexpected.

but good, really good!

“dry or smooth wine?” jungkook asked to you.

“oh, whatever!”

“do you want a drink? if you want i can do a caipirinha, pina colada, maybe skinny bitch or cuba libre, i don’t know…” jungkook seemed to be trying to please you, and you definitely felt things from that.

“no, relax, don’t worry, i like smooth wine.”

“right!” jungkook said, taking the wine out of the fridge and smiling at you. “god, you are so fucking pretty!” he served you, pulling out the chair for you to sit at the kitchen counter.

you talked for a few minutes, jungkook was really different from 'mrs jeon', there in his kitchen, he just seemed like a very attractive guy who flirts with you and not the teacher who fucked you in the classroom.

he was so handsome, the way he smiled and had fun, without the authoritarian tone he used in the classroom, you didn't know this side of jungkook, but you were certainly loving getting to know like that.

you ate, drank and lay on the couch to watch a movie together, but the situation made you a little strange, and jungkook noticed.

“are you okay, baby?” he asked, stopping the caress he was making with his fingertips on your thigh.

“yes… just…”

“just?”

“i just thought that you invited me to… to fuck…” 

your own sincerity scared you, but it was true, jungkook was being docile and affectionate, totally different from the man who fucked you hard on the classroom table. what’s happening?

“oh… and is right!” he confessed. “but i like to talk with you too… is just… i thought you wanted some atmosphere for this so i cooked it and… anyway…”

jungkook raised his body a little, pressing yours.

“i just say ‘hi’ and take you to my bed?” he laughed.

“oh, i want this atmosphere too, but i jut thought that you just…”

“hm… yeah.” you admitted.

“i could do that but, i like the atmosphere here now, all the tension before we make the sex even better, don't you think, sweetheart?”

“yes…”

“but my nasty little girl can't wait to get a good rough fuck, right?”

your stomach dropped at jungkook's words, getting worse as he sneaked closer to you. you just gasped. 

“i made a question, whore!”

jungkook's eye changed completely, it was dark, black, a malice that in all those moments wasn't present there, jungkook looked like he would devour you at any moment.

and well... he would…

“i had all the trouble of making dinner, and all you can think about is my cock?”

he asked, clearly judging you. the hairs on the back of your neck standing up at the rude tone of voice he uses.

the tone of his voice made a vibration in your belly, having jungkook talking to you like that was taking away your sanity. you stared at his tattooed arm, it being the first time you had seen him, you knew the law professor had some, but you didn't expect his arm to be completely closed. god, there wasn't a blank space there, that was fucking hot. 

imagine his tattooed arm circling your waist as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you, calling you all the dirty things you love so much…

“is that?” his large hand clamped down on your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes brimming with lust.

“y-yes.” you shamefully confessed. “i want your cock.”

jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth “i took great care to prepare dinner, and all you were thinking about was dick, disgusting slut.”

you moaned when you felt the thumb in your mouth, sucking it eagerly, making jungkook smile "you're so easy... i bet that pussy is already soaked, right?"

but before you could respond, he placed his lip on yours, violently, his tongue sliding into your mouth with dominance as he sucked on your wet muscle.

the smacks of the kiss becoming more and more audible as well as the panting of both of you as jungkook dominated you even more and more, his hot tongue exploring every corner of your mouth and sucking yours so voraciously.

jungkook grabbed your hair, pulling your body onto his, and when you sat on his lap he slapped your ass loudly.

“then that's it? do you like being fucked by me?” 

jungkook said pulling down your panties without removing your skirt, his agility was something that impressed you, but you weren't going to ask about it, not now.

you pulled his shirt, seeing your teacher's naked torso for the first time, damn, jungkook was hot as hell. you had an idea of ​​what it was like since the shirts he wore were always tight, but seeing it live was much better.

“do you like it?” he joked.

“so much…”

he made a small tear in your shirt when he went to expose your tits, but before you could complain, jungkook put the left one in his mouth and played with your nipple.

the hot tongue surrounding the peak of your tits made you shudder, especially when he gave light bites around it. you didn't even notice when you started riding on top of jungkook.

"my slut always desperate for my cock, hm?" jungkook said, giving a weak slap in your face.

you felt a finger brush your wet hole, but contrary to what you expected, he didn't penetrate you, jungkook just continued playing there, watching your legs tremble above him where he laughed.

“honestly? i thought your dream was to have me fuck you in my class, but apparently you just want to be fucked everywhere.”

“please…” you begged him. 

“please what? what my dumb slut want?”

“i need you.”

“last time your sweet pussy take my fat cock so good, can you do this again?” he asked, remembering the hot sex you had in the classroom last time.

“yes, yes, please.”

jungkook was aggressive when he got out from under your body and pushed you against the couch, making you stay in doggy style for him, your skirt up, your shirt down. you just obeyed, staying in the position he left you in.

he pinched your clit again, just like he had done the first time, making you let out a little scream that mixed pain and pleasure.

"today i'm going to eat that little pussy in every position, honey!” he kissed your hole. “i'm gonna fill you up so much that my cum is going to leak all over the house, i'm going to fuck you in every room."

he hit your ass hard, then caressed the red spot only to hit you again, your body was part of the sofa, you couldn't see much, you just felt it.

“i always wanted to give you private lessons, my favorite student.” that's what jungkook said while penetrating you. “you are my fucking dream. i was always desperate to get into this pussy.”

he started slowly, widening your hole in a loving way, you feeling every inch of his fat cock opening you.

“so good to me, god!”

but you knew that wouldn't last long, and when he pulled your hair you were sure.

jungkook pushed your head against the upholstery of the sofa as he entered you without any delicacy.

"that whore's pussy opens easily for my cock, desperate to be filled."

the hand let go of your hair to squeeze your neck, while the other played with painful pinches on your swollen nipples.

jungkook took you to the limit quickly, his body with violence on yours was driving you insane, you couldn't even reason, you just wanted more and more of him. his thick cock stretching you completely, you felt it moving in and out in such a delicious way that you never wanted it to end.

"today i'm only going to stop eating your pussy when i want, you're my fucking toy!"

he kissed you half desperately, pulling your body back as he thrust into you. his hand tightened even more around her neck, in an attempt to keep you in place while he devoured you, he smiled with each swallowed moan.

“god, i love your cock.” you moaned as he let go of you to finally breathe.

“you’re squeezing my cock so hard. how can a cumslut be so tight?”

“yes, only mine, only i can fill all your holes.”

“your cumslut.”

you felt his heavy balls hitting your ass, and the violence with which he held you on the couch hurt, but not in a bad way.

“my best student, hm? since i saw you for the first time i imagined you like that while i fucked you watching you moan like a bitch in heat. my bitch in heat. my toy.”

the hand that was mistreating your nipples went down to your clitoris, making circular movements there.

“ju-jungkook! oh!” you screamed.

“you don't even need a note, you just let me fuck you because you need cock to live well, right? need my cock.”

jungkook lost a little control when he felt the pleasure take over his own body, he felt like an animal, fucking you like a desperate, the sofa dragging across the room and most likely scratching the floor, but he didn't stop, he needed to fill up you, he needed to make you overflow with his sperm and shake saying you couldn't take it anymore.

“jungkook, i'm gonna-”

“i want you to squirt on my couch, i want you to spread all your liquid on it, can you do that for me, hm?”

jungkook continued thrusting into you, literally howling as the circles on your clit become more and more relaxed.

you cummed, body shaking and relaxing but jungkook didn’t stop, he continues thrusting into you. you moaning louder and louder as you feel your own cum helping his cock slide quickly inside you, moaning as you feel your legs shake with the touch of your swollen clitoris.

“you know what i want, don't be useless, give me that”

the overstimulation hit you hard, the line between pain and pleasure blurred and you didn't know if you were in heaven or hell.

in a reflex of sensitivity you tried to move jungkook's body away from yours, but he just laughed, continuing to thrust hard, and mentally you were grateful for that, after all you had a safe word if you needed it.

that wasn't the case.

your body was still shaking from the orgasm and jungkook was still brutally thrusting into you, his finger circled your clit again and you moaned completely disconnected words.

"come on, princess, i know you can do it"

the nickname hit you, and jungkook noticed, laughing against your ear before leaving a little suck there.

“do you want to be called my princess, hm? squirt for me princess, leave your smell around my house.”

and then jungkook cummed.

you felt his hot liquid fill your uterus, it was so good that you couldn't even speak, you just screamed his name countless times while you felt him continue fucking you with the sticky liquid leaking down your leg. that was so fucking good, so damn good.

"i'm going to have to play with my princess's other little hole, hm?" jungkook said, taking some of the sperm in your legs with his finger and using it as lubricant to insert his pinky into your asshole.

and you squirted.

the squirt spreading all over the couch and wetting everything.

“yes, that’s my girl!” he said in your ear as he slowed down, a few tears streaming down your face.

your body fell limp on the couch, as if you had lost strength, you didn't even notice when jungkook left you and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“hey, drink it!”

you drank the water, still with your body soft and regaining consciousness after the orgasm.

jungkook waited for you for a few minutes, using his own shirt to clean up some of the mess that you made.

"do you want to take a nap? or can i continue with my plan of fucking you all over the house?"

[godspeedviper]

Bunker Babe - Spencer x Goth!Reader (18+)

𖤐 Synopsis: You manage to finally convince Spencer to attend a bunker rave with you, but first he’s gotta look the part.

𖤐 Type: domestic fluff || smut || no gendered descriptions || goth reader || very firmly mid 00s

𖤐 Word Count: 1,543

𖤐 Rating: explicit || recreational drug use || semi public sex

𖤐 A/N: OxyContin has the highest bio-availability, orally. While not the same thing as dilaudid, its in the same ballpark and can be used in high quantities to approximate the dilaudid high despite their differing (optimal) routes of administration. ALSO I know this track isn't "technically" hard techno don't come at me over bpm or whatever the song is just here to set the mood.

“Babe, is this really necessary?” Spencer whines as he watches you tear through his closet in search of an outfit for tonight. 

“Yes!” You quip back. “What if someday your team needs you to go undercover at a bar or club for a case? You’re the youngest of the bunch so you know that statistically you’re most likely to be chosen for such a task.” 

He groans and rolls his eyes in defeat. “Okay okay! But only because you have statistics on your side.” 

“Oh don’t be too upset, pretty boy. I’ll make this worth your while.” You wink cheekily. “Promise!” 

At this, Spencer perked up. He watched as you lay out your choice of clothing onto his bed. You were already all dressed up for the night in skimpy black latex and mesh, with your favorite pair of platform Demonias to top off the look. Spencer’s hands were all over you as soon as he opened his apartment door for you, but tonight you had a mission and nothing, not even Spencer, was going to stop you. You sit down at the edge of the bed besides the clothing, and you wave Spencer over. 

“Come here, love.” You purred, and he instantly obliged. “Undress for me, darling.”

Spencer makes quick work of the buttons on his polo, while your hands reach to unbuckle his brown leather belt. He pulls his top off in a hurry, sliding off a pair of beige slacks, till he’s left standing before you in nothing but socks and briefs. You put your hands on his hips and he puts his hands on top of yours. You then tilt your head up, meeting his lust filled gaze. He takes in a sharp breath as you press your lips to the skin just below his navel. You take a gentle bite, and suck, leaving behind a bruise-like mark. 

“Good boy.” You whisper, pulling away from his torso. “Sit here.” 

  You stand up and switch positions with him, so that now Spencer is seated at the edge of the bed, and you’re standing in front of him. First, you grab a shirt off the bed. It was an old Nine Inch Nails tour shirt you got back in high school that was large enough to wear to bed whenever you were too incapacitated to bother changing into proper pajamas. You had left it at Spencer’s the last time you stayed over after scoring together, and it was now serving a greater purpose. You pulled it over his head, lovingly ruffling his head after it poked through the shirt. Your hands then reach back out to the bed and pick up a black pair of denim. Kneeling in front of him, you begin to kiss in between his thighs as your hands grab hold of his ankles, guiding him into each pant leg one at a time. 

“Finish putting these on for me. I’ll be right back.” You give his thighs a teasing smack and giddily make your way to the ensuite. 

“Oh no…” Spencer whines as he notices a hello kitty makeup bag in your hands and a devilish smirk on your lips. 

“Oh yes!” you reply. “Come on, Spencie! We gotta disguise you a little bit if you’re really that afraid of Garcia or her friends running into you. Besides, I have a gift for you in here.” 

You gingerly shake the bag like one would do with pet treats, and you quickly descend onto his lap, trapping poor Spencer beneath you. You unzip the bag and pull out a prescription pill bottle. Oxycodone 80mg, immediate release. 

“Ta da! Take these normally so the effects can kick in when we’re already at the party. This way we won’t risk being caught with it on us.” You wink playfully, shaking out a few green pills from the bottle onto your palm. “Alright now open up!” 

Spencer laughs and complies. You gently toss them into his mouth like m&m’s and watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows the pills, enticing you forth to steal a loving bite. 

“Let's stay.” Spencer gasped out. “Please?” 

Still sitting on his lap you can feel his frustration slowly growing harder. For a moment there you’re tempted, but you quickly remember just how much more awaits you two tonight. 

“Nope, not staying!” You pull away from his neck, breaking the lustful spell.

Spencer pouts. 

 After swallowing a handful of pills as well, you turn your attention back to the makeup bag, rummaging around in search of a short black eyeliner and the accompanying pencil sharpener.

“Look up for me darling.” You say, placing a quick peck on Spencer’s pout and cupping his jaw with your free hand. “I promise you’ll thank me tomorrow. You’re gonna love tonight.” 

The pads of your thumbs delicately rub the skin of Spencer’s under eyes, smudging the charcoal-like pigment around into a messy raccoon eye style. You repeat the process on his eyelids until you’re satisfied. Then you toss aside the pencil and put a finger under his chin. 

“Open your eyes, love.” 

Spencer has beautiful eyes, everyone knows that, you’ve spent thousands of hours staring into those honeyed irises. However, nothing prepared you for the way his eyes seemed to glow in contrast to the darkness surrounding them. It was like staring into a pot of molten gold. 

“Ohh, pretty boy…” Your voice is a breathless whisper. 

Spencer blushes crimson, and he bashfully hides his face against your shoulder. You can feel his smile. 

“Come on, let's get going! I can’t wait to show you off. You’re so beautiful, Spencer.” 

You take his hand and lead him to the door, stopping only so he could slip on a pair of black converse he left by the entrance. The two of you giddily run out into the crisp night air. Goosebumps prickle your skin, the cold bites your cheeks, and your heart is ablaze. It isn’t long before you assume you’ve arrived at the clandestine location, pointing out a few straggling folks dressed as eccentrically as you are and you watch as they soon disappear into an alleyway behind a building. You follow behind, turning into the alley when suddenly you’re face to face with a rather large hole in the ground. Peering in, you see a flight of concrete stairs descending into darkness below. A faint rhythmic thudding can be heard, confirming that this is indeed the place. Spencer grips your hand tightly as you pull him along into the belly of the beast. The thudding grows louder, transforming into powerful kicks as the lights at the end of the tunnel get closer. Standing at the threshold between the tunnel and the large bunker, Spencer looks as if he is staring directly into the mouth of madness, transfixed. You smile triumphantly. You had finally managed to bring him into your element. 

The rest of the night happened in snippets. 

One: You see sprawling concrete walls covered in graffiti, the humidity of the room makes them almost look slick, reflecting the pulsing lights, all throbbing to a sound reminiscent of industrial machinery. There is an inherent eroticism to it all. You look on in awe as Spencer throws caution to the wind and starts dancing to the beat. You’ve never seen him so carefree. His sweat slicked skin glistens like a glass prism beneath the light, flickering through all the colors of the rainbow in the dark. 

Two: His hands are around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Drenched, Spencer’s auburn curls cling to the skin of his forehead and temples and the tops of his cheeks. The eyeliner has now spread all around his eye sockets, making him look hungry, animalistic, possessed. 

Three: You’re pressed up against a concrete slab, it feels cool against your skin. Your bodies have melted into one another in the high heat, welded together with slick until you couldn’t tell where you ended and Spencer began. The thick beats of hard techno penetrate your bodies, and the two of you thrust in tandem trying to keep up with the relentless rhythm. You cling to Spencer in desperation, as if the mounting pleasure would be enough to make you crumble into nothing but atoms. Your bones rattle as a powerful orgasm reverberates through your body. Your shrieks drown in the music, and everything fades to black.

The next morning, these scenes play out in your mind's eye as you lay awake in bed next to Spencer. You wondered how much longer this would all last. Both of you knew this lifestyle would only end with tragedy, but you didn't know how to live any other way. You're both addicted to the highs and lows of life, to the stress of the job, and to blowing off steam in the worst of ways. Sometimes you feel guilty about supplying Spencer with drugs, and you wonder if he ever feels the same way about you as you turn on the bed to face him. At least here, in this moment, you were both at peace. You always love seeing him sleep, the way all worry dissipates from his visage and all that's left is the beautiful boy you fell in love with.

ao3 || guidelines || WIPs

[three--rings]

Threerings' Dinner Plan

Okay so you've got the average or more than the average amount of stress and limitations to your time and/or ability, but you like to eat good food. And you know you need to both eat healthier and more cheaply (i.e. home cooked food.) What do you do?

Well in the past few months I've kinda perfected a system for low effort cooking of very healthy meals that last for many days of leftovers. None of this is revolutionary or anything or original but IDK it's working really well for me so I'm sharing.

(Also this is for omnivores. Sorry non meat eaters.)

Basically the idea is sheet pan meals. Like I said, not revolutionary. But I've found a system to make it as easy and low-effort as possible.

Step One: Choose your meat and recipe.

So mostly I use chicken for this, because it's cheapest. But if your store is having a great sale on pork or beef, by all means. This last week I did pork tenderloin cause they were super cheap I just searched for a recipe for sheet pan pork tenderloin and adapted it.

But we're gonna assume you're going chicken. So I really only like chicken breasts, but if you like thighs you can use those because it's cheaper. I typically use about 1.75-2lbs of chicken at at time for these recipes.

So what I do is buy the thin sliced chicken breasts from the store. The benefit here is they are already pre-trimmed of all the nasty parts so you're not paying for bits of chicken you don't want and also you don't have to handle and cut the chicken yourself. All I do is open the package and I cut each piece of sliced chicken in half in the middle, horizontally. You don't have to do that, but it makes all the pieces about the same size and it fits better on the tray and then people can take exactly as much meat as they want more easily. (I'm only feeding two adults but it would work well for kids that way.)

Step Two: Veggies

So that's your meat, then you need veggies. I use frozen veggies because they are 1)cheaper and 2)pre-cut. You can pretty much use whatever veggies you like with whatever recipe, but I try to keep it in theme. Like with a Mediterranean dish I did onions and bell peppers and cauliflower. Recently I got a bag of "roasting vegetable blend" that was excellent with brussel sprouts, butternut squash, and onions. Get the higher quality veg like broccoli "florets" cause it's worth a few cents more. You will need/want more veggies than you think, like 20 oz total, you can mix a couple small bags of different ones per tray. And they will shrink a good deal in cooking.

Step Three: Sauce/seasoning.

And then we have seasoning/sauce. This is where I turn to internet recipes for "sheet pan whatever chicken." But I have a few I've used that I've adapted so I'll give them here. Whatever you do, basically you just mix the sauce and pour it over the chicken and/or vegetables and throw it all on a sheet tray and cook it in the oven. (Specifics below.)

Korean Chicken

4  tablespoons dark soy sauce (I've tried both dark works better)

4 tablespoons brown sugar

2 tablespoons neutral oil

1 tablespoon sesame oil

2 teaspoons Sriracha sauce

4 cloves garlic , minced (or ½ teaspoon garlic powder) (I use pre-minced jar garlic for ease)

1 tablespoon gochugaru red pepper flakes (if you don't have these just either use a smaller amount of regular red pepper flakes or just more sriracha. This shouldn't be really HOT, just tangy. )

Do Broccoli and Chicken with this, and mix it all in the sauce. It makes the absolute best broccoli EVER. Like I just want a plate of this broccoli it's so GOOD.

Greek Chicken

2 tbsp olive oil

2 tbsp fresh lemon juice

6 cloves garlic minced

1 tbsp dried oregano

1 tbsp dried parsley

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 tsp black pepper

1/4 cup feta cheese crumbled

(Sub pre-juiced lemon juice and jarred garlic for ease.) Marinate the chicken in the mixture for like 30 minutes first if you have time. Onions, bell peppers and zucchini is good for this. Don't add feta until the last 3 minutes of cooking, sprinkle feta over it and then put it back to get a little melty and browned.

Shawarma Chicken

3 garlic cloves, minced

1 teaspoon ground coriander 

1½ teaspoons paprika (may substitute smoked paprika)

2 teaspoons ground cumin

½ teaspoon ground turmeric

1 teaspoon fine salt

¼ teaspoon black pepper

3 tablespoons neutral or olive oil

Juice of ½ lemon

You can again marinate the chicken for a bit if you want. But you don't have to. I recommend cauliflower for this, with whatever else you like. Grape tomatoes are good too. For this one I sprinkled the veggies with curry powder to make sure they got seasoned because there wasn't that much of the marinade.

So for ALL of these the process is this:

Preheat over to 450

Spread the frozen veggies all over a sheet pan (wrap the pan in aluminum foil first for easy clean up.) You can drizzle them with oil, salt and pepper, or a little of the sauce/marinade and toss to cover. Toss the sheet in the oven while it's still preheating. This will get the veggies started and defrosted before you add the chicken so it will all cook together.

Meanwhile get the chicken ready/wait 10-15 minutes for the oven to heat and the veggies to start cooking. (If you're using smaller/more tender veggies you can cut this time. Skip this entirely if you're using fresh.)

Mix your thin sliced chicken pieces with the marinade/sauce. Remove veggies from the oven and push to the sides to make room for your chicken in the middle. You can also simply lay the chicken pieces over veggies if you don't care about the veggies getting carmelized. Arrange your chicken and dump all the sauce. Return to oven.

Cook for about 20-25 minutes. You can check the temp of the chicken with a thermometer, but it's so thin it should be fine. This is why we start the veggies first so they can get mostly cooked and have time to start browning without overcooking chicken.

Remove from oven.

Serve with rice. I have been going the ultra-lazy route of using frozen microwaveable rice, but some of you may have rice cookers.

Congratulations you have a super healthy meal. If you feel crazy you could make a second tray of veggies at the same time and just have less meat with each meal to stretch your $. You could also add beans to your veggies and same.

My husband and I can get dinners for 4-5 days out of one of these meals. But neither of us eats a lot at a sitting, so ymmv on that.

You can also probably see how to adapt this. Find a sauce/marinade recipe, choose veggies and meat, and go! You will have to figure out the cook time for different kinds of meat though.

[annabtg]

Okay so what are your favourite lilypad hc's? 🤩

Oooh Lilypad hc's?? Don't mind if I do! 🤩

As previously stated, Sirius is very soft for Lily. To the point that makes everyone go "who is this guy and what have you done to Sirius Black". They will tease each other, have their arguments at times, but he never snipes with malice at her or show her this bored/haughty side others see.

Lily is very much the same right back. I think they have this mutual understanding that the other hasn't got much love in their lives and they've put up shields to protect themselves; so they try to be a safe place for each other. They know the other appreciates and understands them and they find comfort in each other.

They are very handsy and physical. You will always find Lily sitting on his lap or Sirius holding her close. Not kissing and snogging in front of others, however. That's something that's only their own.

And god damn it they need their alone time. Every day. They look like such a balanced and cool couple to outsiders, with how they're not jealous and have their separate friends etc., but if they don't have some alone time every day (night, preferably) they will burst.

They do a lot of Muggle activities together. Go bowling, play poker, go to Muggle concerts. Sirius loves discovering new activities and Lily takes pleasure in showing/teaching him.

Unlike James, for whom gift-giving is a love language, Sirius and Lily are not very much into presents. They will give each other a gift on some special occasion, and it will be very thoughtfully chosen, but they're just as likely to leave a birthday go without a present if they haven't thought of anything good. Sirius has given Lily a couple of pieces of jewellery that she always wears and that's it for giving her any more wearable stuff. No clothing items, no lingerie, nothing like that. But he buys her these nice dress robes she needed to go to that wedding/event thing, because they went shopping together and why the hell not.

Books. Books books books. They are book nerds, both of them. Not literature, though - spellbooks, potions guides, science books, encyclopedias. They read them for fun and nerd out exchanging fun facts.

They're not the outdoorsy types the way James is - they're more activity oriented, like "let's go on a motorcycle ride" or "let's go stargazing" (they love stargazing together, and it's a very special activity for them). They won't just go out for a walk or a picnic.

They're also not foodies. Idk they just aren't. They both love tea, though.

They don't meet each other's family. Like, even in a universe where they stay together all their lives and there's no war and whatever, Lily drifts away from her family and Sirius is her person. I guess she invites them to the wedding, if there is one, but she doesn't care for family dinners and keeping in touch etc.. Being with him in all its effortlessness makes her realize there are some fucked up dynamics in her family that she doesn't need to put up with, and she definitely doesn't want to put him under their scrutiny.

Because yeah their being together is effortless. If it weren't, they wouldn't be together. Sirius would never make an effort to win a girl or change for anyone. He's a take it or leave it sort of person, and they just happen to fit so well they get and stay together.

And this is why if/when Lily falls in love with James, Sirius is like "okay then" and lets her be. What do you want him to do, beg? Put up a show to win her back? She's her own person with her own feelings. And James is a pretty great guy, actually, so good for her, really.

But there is no world in which they stop being physical. They may or may not stop having sex, but Lily would never get into a relationship with anyone who expects her to just stop sitting on his lap or snuggle close to him on the sofa. Their relationship, however long it lasts, is very deep, the kind of thing that leaves feelings that never go away, and their physical intimacy stems straight from that.

Thanks for this ask, I had a blast writing this :D

[666writingcafe]

Hallucination

Solomon

MC: Something bad's happened to Asmo. I need you to come over and help me fix it.

With the tone of their message, I was afraid that I'd walk into a room full of bodily fluids of some kind. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case, but the situation is just as severe, if not a tad bit worse.

I've spent lots of time with Asmodeus, so I like to think I know his various moods and how they present themselves on him, but this...

From behind, he looks perfectly normal, sitting upright on his bed. But his eyes make it perfectly clear that he's completely disconnected from this reality. Whatever he's seeing might only be happening in his head, but it's making him rather upset.

"What happened?" I whisper to MC.

"I don't know the full story, but I found a bag of gummy bears sitting on his nightstand, and I think he ingested enough of them to start tripping." Oh dear. Devildom drugs are no joke. I've known plenty of humans that have either died or permanently lost their minds from a single micro-dose. The stuff's potent.

"Where did he get them?"

"I don't know. I gave Lucifer the bag, and he's taking it over to the castle to have Diavolo and Barbatos look into it."

Asmo suddenly stands up and rushes towards the door. MC quickly blocks him from opening it.

"And where do you think you're going?" they ask him.

"I gotta tell them the good news!" he exclaims. "We can all go back to being angels!"

Well, no wonder MC wanted me over here. At the very least, they need another set of hands to restrain Asmo from running off and causing chaos.

"Sweetie, that isn't possible." MC places a hand on his shoulder.

"But it is! I'm telling you! Raphael told me so!" MC glances over at me worryingly. "I'm not lying, Zephyr! He said that Father ordered that all is to be forgiven, and that all of our brothers and sisters wish for us to return!"

"Asmo--"

"Our wings should be white!" MC sighs.

"Look, even if Raphael wanted you guys back, I seriously doubt your Father would forgive you all for what you did."

"Zephyr's right, Asmo." Oh shit. How long has Lucifer been on the other side of the door? MC steps away from the door, allowing him to enter the room.

"I rebelled against Father in a way that is unforgivable," Lucifer continues. "By falling with me, you've told Him that you agree with my actions. He's not going to let us return." This causes Asmo to burst out sobbing.

"Why would you say something like that?!" he yells. Before any of us can reply, Asmo adds,

"Oh right: you're just stubborn when it comes to Father! You refuse to bury the hatchet!"

"Are you saying you regret coming with me?"

"Yes! I want to return to the Celestial Realm and be an angel again! You know, the way I used to be, white wings and all! You made me a monster, Lucifer!" Lucifer sighs. I can tell that Asmo's words hurt him; the pain is evident in his eyes.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I know seeing your reflection in the mirror scares you. But I didn't force you to leave. That was a decision you made on your own, and unfortunately there's no undoing it. What's done is done, and we all have to live with the consequences."

"Fuck you!" The room begins shaking as black smoke fills the air. The next thing I know, the four of us are in the middle of a tall, dimly lit labyrinth.

And we're face-to-face with a giant spider.

"Okay, what in the hell was in those gummy bears?!" MC exclaims.

"An evil spirit," Lucifer calmly replies.

How lovely. Some demon must have thought it was a terrific idea to befriend a trickster spirit and mix its essence into candy to then sell to unsuspecting strangers.

Of course, that demon may have specifically picked Asmo to be the spirit's target. While public opinion of the brothers is certainly better than what it was when MC and I first arrived, there's still plenty of people that wish them nothing but harm and misfortune.

"I'm s-sorry!" Asmo cries. "I didn't m-mean what I s-said!"

"We'll talk about it later," Lucifer replies roughly. "Right now, we need to get away from this spider and find a way out of here."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

[volturissideslut]

Hi, can we have cedric admiring the outwardly tough but secretly shy gryffindor reader from afar when he and the other quidditch teams (mostly the class of 1995 of all four house like Fred and George, Katie Bell, Lee Jordan and all other house students which unfortunately I don't have any ideas 😅) notice that Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco instantly freeze in front of her (at this time, Harry and Ron reconcile early, Ron is not jealous of Harry but angry for someone trying to get his best friend killed, and that Harry's 'this is my fate' feelings just somewhat anger him) (yeah, they're childish friends who get mad at each other instead of finding ways) (Also, can I pretty please have Harry x Hermione, Draco x Ron dating? It's okay if no👌) when she shut them down with her glares, before give them each a poke on heads and immediately hide her face in depressing as the four of them trying to assure her that no one will ever find out (after learning that the boys let Hermione to trap Rita Seeker in jar), and, although cedric can't quite catch up of what they're talking about, he's amused that he is able to see so much expression on reader for the first time~

𝕮𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝕯𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞

Pookie, I have no idea what your asking for. My brain is a bit slow today so i'm just gonna have Ced admiring you being you???

"What do you mean!" Cedric hears your voice bellow from the other side of the room, instantly drawing his attention as well as that of several others. Though his is the only one to stay.

His gaze locks on you, wandering down for a moment to that yellow scarf of his, now somehow around your neck. Though your volume may have decreased monumentally from what it was before, Cedric still finds it in him to know your every expression. The way your jaw drops lower than the black lake, and your eyes widen as if you had just seen a Thestral. The way your eyebrows scrunch in utter confusion as whatever nonsense Ron had just told you.

And judging from how you seem to be restraining yourself from smacking the poor ginger, it was either incredibly stupid or incredibly catty. Perhaps a mixture of the two. Either way, Cedric continues to watch you, his lovely partner who is not at all overdramatic ever. He watches as you pinch the bridge of your nose and squat down in utter disbelief. He also watches you shoot back up, hands thrown up in exasperation as you walk away before Ron can even finish his mini monologue.

And later in his dorm room, he watches as you sleep on his chest, having tired yourself out by filling him in on all of the commotion. He follows the pattern of your breathing, so calm and deep and in sync with his, and thinks about how one day he'll get to watch you walk down the isle.

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings:

none

"Well, good morning, Johnnie." You locked your apartment door. "How was the meeting?"

"long and really fucking boring, obviously." he smiled at you. "How'd you sleep?"

you pressed the button on the elevator. "I couldn't. my mind was flooded with ideas for you. it was crazy. I filled up a third of my notebook."

"I can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing." Johnnie laughed.

"I think it's good. who need sleep, anyway?" You smirked, shooting him a wink before stepping out of the elevator. "The first place I wanna show you is right up the street."

"Okay," he hummed as he walked next to you. "Despite all of the nasty shit, New York is really pretty."

"Yeah," you agreed. "I like the aesthetic of it all. it makes me feel more professional, like I'm in a movie. it's good motivation, sometimes."

"I'll have to come back and visit again."

in all honesty, you had forgotten he didn't live here in the first place. your heart ached. you looked away from him as you recollected yourself. "Yeah, you should." You shot him a fake smile and turned your head back towards the path.

you paused before speaking again. "My dream is to open my own store, some day." You looked at the vacant building across the street. "I mean, I'd make less singled out designs. some shit that anyone can walk in and buy, you know?"

he followed your gaze to the building across the street. "What would you name it?"

"probably something a lot cooler than L/n Designs, but you know. I may be creative with fabrics, but not with names." You sighed and laughed at yourself. "Maybe my boring name is why my clothes don't catch people's attention."

he shrugged. "I mean, I don't know jack shit about fashion or the fashion industry, but I'm sure it just takes time like everything else."

"You're right. It does." You took a step closer to him. "You're pretty fashionable for someone who apparently knows nothing about it."

"I kind of just throw together whatever is in my closet." he laughed. "I've been dressing like this since middle school, y/n."

"Me too! I mean, whenever I go out I'm dressed up but 90% of the clothes I wear are pajamas." You pointed towards the shop coming up. "This is it."

"Wait, what even is it? you never told me where we're going." Johnnie squinted in an attempt to read the sign.

"Wow, you put a lot of trust into me. it's a record store. not one of those big corporate shits that only sell today's top pop record vinyls, but you'll see." You cut yourself off, not wanting to spoil it.

he opened the door for you. you thanked him and walked in. "The quote unquote emo section is my favorite. whenever I actually want to buy a record, I always find one of my favorite albums. I'm not sure if everything in this section is actually emo, but, yeah."

you flicked through the selection, finding the 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge' album that comes with a red record.

"Oh, shit." Johnnie mumbled as you pulled it out of the selection.

"i know! I'd blast this shit whenever I was younger. to be fair, I still do." you laughed. "I'll have to come back and snag this one in my free time. I don't want to carry it around all day."

Johnnie began looking through the next part of that section. "damn, I really fucking underestimated this place." he pulled out the album 'Pretty. Odd.' by Panic! at the Disco. it was just a normal, black record.

"I love panic! I've never seen pretty odd here before." he handed it to you, and you flipped it towards the back.

he looked at you with a soft smile. he admired your excited facial expression. "yeah, me too." he said softly.

you looked back at him. the eye contact lasted what felt like hours, and it was electric. you shook your head softly. "Uh, yeah. they also have shit like vintage concert posters and tee shirts. of course, they're all expensive as fuck so I've never gone out of my way to get them. they're cool to look at, though."

Johnnie followed you to the back of the store. his eyes were wide as he looked over the countless posters that were hanging on the wall, each one overlapping another. "how does someone even get all of this shit?"

"I don't know, donations or people sell them, I guess." you shrugged.

the twi of you walked around towards the alternative pop section. you and Johnnie reached at the same time. your hand fell on top of his. you hesitated before pulling it away. "God, how many times are we going to do that?" You joked.

he shrugged, his face red. "it's whatever, I don't really mind."

you tried to hide your smile. "Me, either." You flipped through the first few. "Look, melanie martinez. do you know her?" You asked, handing him the 'Cry Baby' album with a baby pink and blue record.

"I've heard of her, yeah. I've never really listened to her, though." he looked at the back. "these song names are sick as fuck, though."

"you should check her out," you mention, putting the record back in its place.

you two left the store. "There's this small cafe across the street. if you're interested, we can stop and get coffee or something. it's on me this time, by the way."

"Yeah, let's go." he smiled

you pressed the button for the crosswalk. the light changed, signaling you to go. you began to step forward before Johnnie grabbed your arm and pulled you back. you watched in shock as a car whipped past you.

"fuck, don't scare me like that, y/n. i can't have you getting hit by a car right in fucking front of me." his hand stayed rested on your arm.

you turned around to look at him. "im sorry. maybe I should pay more attention." You laughed nervously.

"Don't worry about it, just glad you're okay." his hand slid down your arm and gripped your hand. he shook it gently before dropping it.

you carefully crossed the street with Johnnie glued to your side.

whenever you reached the cafe, he held the door open for you. "Thank you. apparently, this place is family owned and shit. it's really good, I go here all the time. I usually get a mocha frappuccino and a croissant. what do you want?"

he walked up to stand beside you and scanned over the menu. "Hot chocolate?"

you hummed, "I've never had it here before. Do you want a croissant, too?"

he nodded. "Yeah, sure."

you instructed him to go pick a seat, and you would order. he walked off, and you walked up to the counter.

"Hi! what can I get started for you?" The woman had a cheerful smile. she was older, probably in her late 50s.

"Can I get two croissants, a hot chocolate, and a mocha frap? both medium, please." You smiled back as you pulled out your card.

"Yes, ma'am. your total is on the screen, swipe whenever you're ready."

you paid the bill. she took your name for the order, and you went back to sit with Johnnie.

"everyone seems really fucking nice here." he mentioned. he looked away from the window to make eye contact with you.

you shrugged. "more or less. it depends where you go. that's why I have my signature spots." You smiled and sat at the seat across from him. "Is everyone a dick in LA or something?"

he shrugged. "People don't really interact with each other, to be honest. but not everyone is like that. it just feels like it's rare to find someone who is actually nice."

"Maybe you're just looking at it the wrong way. everyone is nice in their own way of showing it, or at least that's what my mother used to tell me." you explained. "I always try to see the good in people."

his bright blue eyes were excentuated by the sun. "that's actually a really fucking good way to look at it. damn, I never thought about that."

you shrugged. the woman called your name, and you went to go grab your order. it was on a small tray, which made it easier to carry everything.

you passed Johnnie his hot chocolate and croissant, then took your own. he took a sip of his hot chocolate. the taste made him raise his eyebrows. "this is actually really good. wanna try?"

"yeah, wanna try mine?"

you traded drink and took a sip of eachothers. the hot chocolate was really good.

[brokemanthrash]

Ryomina request! What would you do if I said Ryoji finds Makoto's stuffies? (Jack Frost or something a bit more personal like a gift or maybe he collects a specific animal?) (Or do whatever you want it's your writing lol)

Anyone else would have found it inappropriate to be in somebody else's room while they were absent. Intruding on someone's space without explicit permission was generally frowned upon by society. Ryoji was entirely unaware-- and even if he had been aware, there was a good chance he would have disregarded the rule. He practically lived in Makoto's room, and although it was rare for Makoto not to be there with him, it was not something either of them would have considered unusual. He had invited himself in, expecting to find Makoto slouching across his desk, squinting at a textbook-- or laying atop the covers on his bed, with his eyes on the ceiling.

But he wasn't there. Which, really, Ryoji did not find strange in the slightest. He did feel a little pang of disappointment, but it was hardly enough to dampen his spirits. Eventually, Makoto would return, and when he did, they'd have the rest of the night together. In the meantime, Ryoji decided a shower was in order.

He skulked his way over to the closet, where a good portion of his own wardrobe had made itself at home among Makoto's clothing. When he slid the door open, however, he paused, his eyes lifting to the top shelf where he saw an unfamiliar, round little face smiling down at him. His eyes widened slightly as he reached for the doll, delight brightening his features as he squished its cheeks between his palms.

~

Makoto stared at Ryoji in disbelief as the door clicked shut behind him. Blue eyes stared at him from across the room, peeking out at him from under the sheets the way a crocodile's eyes peered over the surface of a body of water. Even from this distance, he could tell there was a cheeky smile hidden beneath the blankets, his eyes squinting playfully at the corners. Makoto arched an eyebrow at him, unimpressed as he made his way over to the closet.

"I can see you, you know," he teased, and Ryoji scoffed in response.

"I'm not hiding!"

"What are you doing then?" Makoto turned to watch him again as he began to undress, not at all concerned with modesty. His button down was discarded in favor of an oversized tee, his slacks quickly replaced by loose sweatpants.

"I was just waiting for you to come back," Ryoji answered innocently. "It was chilly with damp hair."

Makoto hummed his response, still a little skeptical. Nonetheless, he rolled his shoulders as he made his way over to the bed, peeling back one corner of the blanket so he could slide in.

He froze when his eyes landed on a familiar-looking plush doll, round and soft. A wide, jack-o'-lantern smile with black, beady eyes stared up at him from under a jester's hat, and Ryoji held one of its little round hands between his fingers. He smiled brightly as he made the little creature wave at Makoto, blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"He-ho~!"

".... Where did you find that?"

"In the closet!" Ryoji beamed, pushing himself to sit up a little. "I couldn't resist him. He was much too cute."

Makoto's expression was stuck somewhere between perplexed, annoyed, and endeared. He snorted as he finally swooped down to crawl into the bed, huffing when Ryoji pressed the little Jack Frost doll close to him. He instinctively lifted his arms to wrap around it, pouting slightly into the squishy, soft material.

"You know, you don't have to hide these," Ryoji said, propping his chin up in one palm. "It's okay to like cute things."

"I know that," Makoto mumbled into the side of the doll's head, glaring daggers at him.

"Ah-- Well-- I just meant..."

Makoto lifted his head, reaching out to pinch Ryoji's cheek with a sharp smile. He shimmied himself a little closer to him, until Jack Frost's head was sandwiched pathetically between them both, and his own head was resting on Ryoji's pillow.

"It's rude to go through people's things," he said, although there was no bite behind it. "Don't do that to anyone else. Okay?"

Ryoji blinked, leaning in a little closer-- as if he could see the glimmer of mischief disguised by the glare Makoto wore.

"S-Sorry," he uttered. "I won't go through your things again."

"Mm? My things? I don't care about you going through my things." Makoto shrugged, leaning his head back so that their noses brushed, an easy smile painting itself across his features. "Just don't do it to anyone else. They might not be as understanding."

Ryoji blinked, eyes widening in mild surprise. The smile that followed was bright, and he leaned in close, arms darting out to wrap tightly around Makoto's waist.

Makoto felt his heart skip a beat, his lips parting, his stomach twisting into knots. Blue eyes stared down into his own, adoration reflecting in the depths of a sapphire gaze. Ryoji's mouth lingered just a breath away from his own, and he was certain he could feel himself inching slowly closer to the grave.

"I understa-- MMPH--!"

Makoto abruptly shoved the doll up against Ryoji's face, looking away from him as the heat steadily crept its way up the back of his neck. He laughed airily as Ryoji's fingers curled urgently against the small of his back, stifling a snort.

"He-ho~!"

[beanghostprincess]

When Robin was first introduced, she had been working with Crocodile in Alabasta for the past several years, so I could understand her skin tone being a little lighter than it used to be, but not this bad.

It's extremely fucked up. I would understand the "it was an animation error" argument if it wasn't because it happens with all the characters (not only Robin) and they're whiter and whiter each episode (even the characters that should be black).

If we follow irl reasoning as you say, then all of them should be tanned because they're pirates. They're constantly under the sun. But no, they go backward and instead, they lack melanin every episode. It was already bad, but Egghead fucked up big time.

And don't get me started on Usopp because people could use that excuse on any other character, but Usopp?? I truly, really, don't think it takes too much thinking to get that he's black and Toei just keeps making him paler than Sanji. It's ridiculous and racist and people who ignore it or say it's been talked "too much" (because people say it and apparently there's a limit for them as to how much you can complain about racism) always get on my nerves.

What Toei is doing is just disgusting and people defending it are always the ones who refuse to see any mistakes in the things they like. News flash! You can like something and admit it has mistakes.

[secondbeatsongs]

(ID in alt text)

hey there folks! our country sure does suck right now, huh?

so...let's listen to some weird music about it!

as it says in the image above, if you donate $10 or more to an abortion fund and message me with the proof (an email receipt or w/e, preferably with a date on it and the name of the abortion fund), I will chop a song right up for you!

list of abortion funds by state

a list of funds and explanations of the laws in each state

a list of the songs I've already done

my song list, but on carrd for mobile users

additional rules and info:

- you can DM me through tumblr messages, or email me at aquieterworld (at) gmail (dot) com

- I reserve the right to veto a song - but that'd probably be for technical reasons. I can usually only chop up songs that are available on streaming services, and not...idk, a cover someone did on youtube 10 years ago.

- after you've messaged me about a song and I've sliced-and-diced it, I will send you a link to a gdrive folder containing both halves of the chopped up song!

- whichever half I decide is more fun will also be posted to this blog within a week, and both halves will be put up on my patreon as soon as I can get to it.

- I'm just gonna keep editing songs until either I get no more requests, or until I get overwhelmed and decide I can't do it anymore. when that happens, I'll edit this post to say that I've called it quits.

got it? great!

let’s help some folks, and have fun while doing it!

[thottybrucewayne]

Nonblack Latinos gettin a lil too comfy for my liking. Don't make me remind yall yall racist as fuck too!

yall get soooooooo pissy whenever somebody brings up the nazis in arg thing but like...no that's a legit thing to bring up! That shit is crazy! And like yeah, when it's coming from the mouth of some white nonlatino, It can feel like they're making a spectical of the situation instead of actually having anything meaningful to say about it, esp since places like the US have been embroiled in open fascism for years. BUT I've also seen yall get real nasty with people bringing it up who aren't white non-Jewish people. Don't even get me started on how y'all act when we start speaking on what happened to the Afro-Argentinean population... The way yall jump to either being dismissive or playing whataboutism whenever these topics are brought up makes it seem like you're more pissed that people are talking about the history than at the history itself...

[xluxsolarisx]

clawing at the edge of my enclosure at you..,, auuaAA auuaaghrvf asuugh aahbgsffdhnrd. you know how it is

raps at the glass of your enclosure despite warning signs saying not to because i want to see what will happen. because i am fundamentally curious. anyway yeah i do know how it is

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

the fact that barbie's rotten tomatoes score is 90% and oppenheimer's is 94% says a lot about us as a society.

[macroglossus]

accidentally set it up so i finished thieves guild, dark brotherhood AND champions questlines today 💪

[blujayonthewing]

me, knows nothing about fashion, just kinda bad at design in general: what does wizard formalwear look like 🤔