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[sexygaywizard]

FUCK AMERICA HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY CEASAR SALAD 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽❗❗❗

[kaban-bang]

[discoursedrome]

so "incubus" means someone who lies on top of something, and "succubus" means someone who lies underneath something, and the former also turns up in the word "incubate", which means to lie on top of an egg. To ensure closure we could therefore posit an analogous term "succubate", which would be something like this:

he is succubating.

[official-linguistics-post]

official linguistics post

[horselovrrr]

emoji kitchen is lowkey beautiful guys…

[dragon-in-a-fez]

am I doing this right

[totally-cis-offical]

Important tags

[bmp-cat]

Mug

[iero]

T-shirt that says "I'M SORRY FOR THE PERSON I BECOME WHEN I'M OVERHEATED"

[fairycosmos]

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

[beansfrombeans]

[tpwrtrmnky]

The idea of Mario and Peach having any kind of relationship beyond the occasional kiss on the nose and "mama mia" is like viscerally incomprehensible to me

Not like in a prude way I just can't conceive of Mario experiencing... urges. He's a character outside the scope of that. I'm not saying he's asexual either cause positioning him on the allo/ace spectrum implies that it's a dimension of his character that at least exists, that he has at some point noticed it. I think he just jumps.

[tpwrtrmnky]

Luigi probably fucks though.

[tpwrtrmnky]

#op interrogate yourself about why you think this right fucking now

So unlike Mario, who continues to be essentially a void with no internality, I actually act with thoughts and intent and already did do that when writing this post.

Mario is a mascot of one of the most sanitized corporate brands in existence. He differs from real, full-fledged ace people in that his sexlessness is not queer, not transgressive in any sense of the word, just a void left by his position as a player character. He has no queer identity because he has no identity beyond the fact that it's-a-him, Mario.

[antigyro]

Ok but why is Luigi different

[tpwrtrmnky]

displays internality by being capable of fear. to fear is to have something to lose. and what does he stand to lose? fucking.

[jarmes]

Similarly, I don’t know if Peach could comprehend the concept of sex. There is no light beyond that blank stare. She doesn’t not understand anything besides baking and being a princess

Daisy fucks nasty

[tpwrtrmnky]

Peach lives a life that is almost entirely defined by her position as an object of other people's desire, wherein she is robbed of autonomy by Bowser and expected to reward Mario with signs of affection. I think if anyone in Mario has complex thoughts about sexuality to work through with a therapist, it's Peach.

[demilypyro]

What I'm hearing is Daisy needs to take Peach to a strip club

[fivetrench]

If I see one more drawing of a “w**digo” that looks like this, I am killing someone

[Image Description: A messy doodle of a creature with a deer skull for a head and a neck covered in long, black fur. The eye sockets of the skull are black with neon green pinprick pupils in the center. There are two blurbs of text on either side of the creature, with arrows pointing toward it. The text on the left reads “Eugh… what’s that brother..? Brother eugghh…” and the text on the right reads “(it’s anti-indigenous racism)”. End ID.]

Below the cut are some articles about the appropriation of this creature from native folklore and how anti-indigenous racism plays a huge role in this “interpretation” of the legends. (These texts mention the creature by name quite a lot, so maybe don’t look below the cut if that’s not something you want to see)

If any indigenous folks from North America would like to add to this discussion, please do!!

Stolen Spirits: The Appropriation of the Windigo Spirit in Horror Literature by Kallie Hunchman

A Creature Without a Cave: Abstraction and (Mis)Appropriation of the Wendigo Myth in Contemporary North American Horror by Francesca Johnson

The Mythology and Misrepresentation of the Windigo by Elizabeth McCauley

[52stations]

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

[drpebberlover]

[jewfrogs]

falling asleep during the day: slipping away on a clouds so easy

falling asleep at night: I heard an ant gasp downstairs

[vulpes-aestatis]

Baby sphinx trying to be like mama and waylaying travelers, but all its riddles are completely non-sensical like the ones a 1st grader would tell

[thecactifindahome]

[kitkenk]

girls only want one thing and it's this ->🐇<-

[cottoncandylesbo]

oh fuck... the adderall has hit my system... the change, it's happening... grRRRGH...!! get away from me, before it's too late...!!

(flails on the ground, then stands up and does the dishes)

[vamptits]

why is it so hot. why is it so hot. I am being punished.

[vamptits]

I'm having my first 24/7 dom/sub relationship with the entirety of the fucking sun

[shittysawtraps]

you’re taking an “am i gay” quiz but the questions start to become super specific to your personal life and you click to the last one and it just has a timer on the screen and says “in one hour your crush’s stove will flick on and ignite the gas that is slowly filling their house. good luck.” so you haul ass over to their house and find them cuffed to the wall so you can’t get them out of the house and there’s no key but there is a hammer and scalpel on the table with a note that says “your heart’s in the right place” and you call the cops and they don’t believe you because nothing has happened yet and your crush is begging you to tell them what is going on but there’s no time because you’ve already wasted thirty minutes and so you ask them to take off their shirt apologizing the whole time because god, not like this, and sure enough there’s an incision down their sternum and you take a deep breath and reopen it as your crush screams and cries and says that they don’t understand and you’re crying too as you open up their chest knocking already-broken ribs out of the way and breaking the intact ones, desperately feeling your way around for anything, and you’re so sorry and you’re telling them please don’t hate me for this and the smell of gas is getting stronger and stronger and their eyes are flittering shut as they lose blood and you tell them i love you, i’ve loved you for a long time and you can hate me as much as you want for this just please stay awake and they kind of smile dreamily but you don’t know whether they even know what’s going on right now and you can hear the stove flicking to light itself when your hand brushes up against a trigger and you flip it and you hear the stove click off while you have your hands still buried inside of them and then hours later you trudge through your front door and there’s still blood crusted under your nails even though you’ve scrubbed your hands five times and your crush is in surgery and the hospital promised to call you and tell you how they’re doing and it’s been an hour but you’re too tired to feel worried and you feel like shit about that and you find your computer and see that the timer on the am i gay quiz has run out, redirecting you to a screen that has a picture of billy the puppet with a pride flag background and the text “congrats on coming out!”

[shittysawtraps]

the hospital won’t call me back and meanwhile i’m freaking out trying to figure out if getting flowers is the right thing to do or super fucking inappropriate!!!!

[curecraft]