✿✿✿26, she/they, panromantic asexual, and having a good time on my fun blog. Let me know if you have any triggers/blacklisted tags and I'll make sure to tag those posts. Any other questions, comments, (or complements ;) ) feel free to ask. Also submit things to me! I'd love to see what you send!
no i don’t have plans later. i will, however, be taking extensive poison damage periodically for the foreseeable future. but beyond that my schedule is totally open
if you hear me going “haugh.” or perhaps “augh” every so often and see me doubling over. well. Don’t even worry about it.
I have almost definitely said it before but by god I will say it again: the funniest possible way to do the whole “fake marriage” trope would be like two people getting married so they can invoke the spousal privilege that lets them refuse to testify against one another in court. a couple of mobsters sweating bullets in a vegas wedding chapel so they aren’t compelled to rat on each other when the next heist inevitably goes sour
“Why are you so upset about adult content bans? You don’t even post that stuff. can’t you just look at porn somewhere else?”
Well, you see, I have this small problem where my very existence is considered adult content by a small but very powerful group of people and I actually rather enjoy being able to exist in public without restriction so uhhhh put that in your bong and smoke it kiddo.
i tried to tell my boyfriend he looked hot by saying ‘watch out hes a ladykiller’ and he got sad voice made a frownie face and said 'i dont do that i dont kill ladies’
my brother started calling our cat “doobie brother” which he then lengthened to “dubious brother” and has since morphed into “brother dubious” like he’s some sort of fucked up little monk
Defund the police. Communities can police themselves with the resources.
This headline is wild to think about. Could you imagine your field of work being labeled the leading cause of death in the entire fucking country and not having to worry about being unemployed by weeks end? I doubt any pig who reads this is even remotely worried about their job. It’s fucking insane.
deviantart is the only place where real art happens any more and the 46 year olds who have entire deviantart galleries full of hundreds of pictures they created in MS Paint that they’ve been churning out since the early 90′s of their extremely specific fetish where the side character Clopin from Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame cuts off all his hair and feeds it to Quasimodo…they are the only real artists. Untethered by capitalism, untethered by clout, untethered by the algorithm. A minion of only two drives…complete creative agency and also sexy Quasimodo eat hair.
ALT
