#thick press

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[mrsoharaa]

<<< men who needily一 desperately crawls up toward you on your bed. Hands prepping onto the base of your calves, gradually gliding up as they slowly make their way up closer towards you. Bright, urgent eyes never leaving yours while doing so. The sheer, pretty burning look flourishing in their polished, dilated irises. Practically anxiously begging to have more of you with just a dire, pleading gaze.

[thekingofspin]

malcolm tucker could say the most terrible offensive thing possible and I'd still be watching him like:

[ex-textura]

I didn't get the sex dialogue with Astarion on this run until the party, so now I'm getting the party dialogue in the underdark 😂 Astarion my boy you're so confused.

[linddzz]

After my elderberry bush went off it's tits this year production wise I went "I'm not fuckin hand squeezing all that" because LOOK at this gotdamned six gallon bucket of cooked berries.

So I leveled up my wine hobby and got a fruit press. I am delighted to report that the design of them is pretty much the same as it's always been and I feel so fancy and legit and dare I say, cottage core. Look at that COLOR 🤌🏻🤌🏻

I love doing stuff that I feel like an ancestor from thousands of years ago could peep in and be like "a lot of this stuff is unfamiliar and new BUT I recognize what you're doing!!"

[emblazons]

So are we gonna talk about how this after the “when I ask for S5 spoilers” TikTok Finn did with Jimmy did more to convince me Mike is getting Vecna’d than half the analyses on this site? Because LMAO 😭

[afieldinengland]

spin is dead; long live the spin [link]

london beckoned songs about money written by machines - panic! at the disco

i'm burning and i'm blacking my lungs / boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue / if you talk, you better walk, you better back your shit up with more than good hooks while you're under the gun / start talking, a sensationalist, oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent

starfuckers, inc. - nine inch nails

i have arrived and this time you should believe the hype / i listen to everyone now i know that everyone was right / i'll be there for you as long as it works for me / i play a game, it's called insincerity

this is hardcore - pulp

this is me on top of you / and i can't believe that it took me this long

piggy - nine inch nails

nothing can stop me now / ‘cause i just don’t care

miss moneypenny - placebo

it's a dirty job, but shooting guns just makes you horny / he wants to spill his seed over guaranteed / service with a smile

alpha dog - fall out boy

welcome to the new déjà vu / i can almost see the wizard through the curtain / alpha dog and oh, oh omegalomaniac

the professional - pulp

you're only polite when you're out of your box / cocker's short for sucker / a sucker of

i wanna be adored - the stone roses

i don't need to sell my soul / he's already in me

special k - placebo

i’ll describe the way i feel / weeping wounds that never heal

jacky's only happy when she's up on the stage - morrissey

no script, no crew, no autocue / no audience telling her what to do / exit, exit, everybody's heading for the exit, exit

[holygroundgone]

bed sharing is too stimulating, going on and on about his youthful high temperature and his scent, his unique scent, his male hormones

[juergenklopp]

TREA TURNER of the Los Angeles Dodgers looks on during a game against the Washington Nationals (May 24, 2022) | 📷: Rob Tringali/SportsChrome/Getty Images

[l00k4tm4m45c415]

Tera “Nova” Zarra

[craycraybluejay]

I know I am a sick person all over because everything always hurts and somehow I'm in love with the horror of protecting you. And the eternal wish that there is something as wrong with you as there is with me. For you to hurt me for every time I failed to protect you. For you to enjoy my hurt as I would yours. To smile at me like I am the only person in the entire world even as I fade to nothing. To put small fingers inside my throat and scratch it like an illness. Like swallowing glass. And laugh the whole way through as I struggle through blood to laugh with you. The desire to burn my sickness into you if by some miracle you are different, if by some cruel blessing I am really the only one like me. To bury you alive inside my love so that no matter what it will remain past the death of the sun. It's quiet and then it's loud. Something wrong with me. No one at all knows. I make myself sicker with my fixations. I am not capable of making any of it stop. Only of tucking myself away in a small dark corner like a diseased secret. Maybe I put too much value to things, even those that are altogether inconsequential. Too much romance and sentimentality to things that simply Are. All of the cosmos is unfeeling chaos, all of the humans are feeling order, I inherit the worst of both. Everything feels like a strange, heavy nightmare. Time is fast and slow. The sensation is of a subconscious eternally screaming for me to WAKE UP, that my head is hot enough to explode and my body is wasting away-- except there is nothing else to wake up to. Life is story after story and moments of thrilling clarity. And you.

I crave so badly to earnestly write you as a freakshow. I want to grab you and run you-- all clinging to my back and bothering me with questions of what all this is-- right into my world. Hold you out above the mountain like the Lion King and thank the stars for your existence. Initiate you into a madness that is mine, and only mine. Watch you turn in my time into a being in my space. But I know in truth it's a game of burdensome waiting. That I have to play my role forever if I must and simply wait for you to wander here. That in order to hold and cherish you in both my world and this other one I must wait for you to slither up my brainstem yourself-- as a being and not a thought. To leap into my arms a billion times until the atoms do something truly bizarre. I don't allow my hands on your wheel, but I enjoy sitting there and watching as we crash into trees and fly headlong off cliffs. It is more fun than smooth sailing. More real. You manage to shock me when nothing truly phases me anymore. Reach me in a place where I am all alone. I can't push you I can't pull you I can't weave your stories together with mine alone but I will happily take your hand and lead you through the beautiful surrealities when you offer yours first.

[afieldinengland]

now ollie did do a shit job at mission: fuck the tory information girl for tory information, but that was surely in part due to being a bit useless generally. did emma, hardworking young woman and horse-loving posh weekend-at-daddy’s vacuous nothing that she was, get any worthwhile information from ollie? or was she hampered by the fact that he was himself 75% out of the loop on a good day. could she not have taken her concerning but upward political motivations and hairstyle to the bedroom of someone in the ministry of defence

[pinkkittysaw]

okay okay but like….a threesome with both clive and barnabas????

[fatedroses]

Adventuring isn’t always great for a person and Zenos doesn’t quite know how to ask for attention (that isn’t asking for any of them to kick his ass) from his friends.

[cagewhore]

WAIT WAIT WAIT....okay I personally beleive in small dick supremacy which is one of the many reasons why I love tcock so much....but it never occurred to me till now that if it was small enough, you could stick it in your EAR....I know that earfucking or whatever is a thing because people are into the idea of literally having their brain fucked....I've never been into it personally but the more I think about this the more I come around to it...tdick in my ears please

[yesterdayiwrote]

It's borderline disturbing how unhinged some attitudes are towards George, I really don't understand it. For someone they claim to hare they seem to keep close taps on him.

I don't know what was going on with the strategy, but once again messed up their drivers.

I will level with you, I genuinely don't see the same level of visceral hatred from George fans towards Lewis as I see from Lewis fans towards George. Maybe I just follow the right people, or have the misfortune of getting the wrong Lewis fans filtered into my feeds via various algorithms. I've definitely seen more threats/fantasies of death/injury/personal harm from one side than the other so I do baulk slightly when I see people cast it as a 'both sides' kind of issue. I think the reason I see it slightly more off kilter is because there's a vast cross section of people who irrationally hate Lewis, whereas 90% of the George hate seems to be entirely framed about how his actions did or didn't affect Lewis... if that makes sense?

I think I find it more odd from the Lewis fans because I kinda get being frustrated with the guy you're fighting to beat, and last year, I totally got why Lewis fans were pressed with George, but... I don't understand why you'd get SO overwhelmingly pre-occupied with someone who's 5 places behind you in the WDC and who has a hefty points deficit by this point. Lewis finished ahead today, he finished ahead last week, so what are you getting angry about? The fact that the result wasn't achieved in the exact process you deemed it should be? People racing each other is surprisingly part of racing, including your own teammate at times. If it went to a scripted perfect plan then it wouldn't be a sport anymore.

Like sure, have a grumble that x,y,z was annoying. A bit of shit talk is, of course, a part of sport, but so is moving the fuck on and picking your battles and the real deep toxicity that keeps coming out of what is essentially small change is just tiring. Not every racing inconvenience is an Abu Dhabi level conspiracy to oppress your driver. It's Hanlon's Razor in a nutshell. "Never attribute to malice, that which can be explained by stupidity".

Everyone in Merc is pissed at the car, and yet somehow each drivers fans seems to think the blame lies with the other driver. Why get pissed with George or Lewis when you can just get pissed with the true villain... Toto?