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everyone's like "what do you do for fun?" nothing i haven't had fun since 2009
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism šš¾ you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Yes, nonblack people can reblog. I'd appreciate it, in fact, if y'all took the time to vocally support your Black friends/fans in fandom.
"shout out to everyone/POC-" I was talking to Black people. You may absolutely feel inclined to make your own post! But I am talking to Black people. If you are uncomfortable speaking to and specifically showing support to Black people without feeling as if there needs to be a caveat, then this isn't your post to speak š in fact, you may be a part of the problem.
I really canāt believe we all grew up together on this goddamn bitch of a website
I have not written in years and my therapist tells me to have a hobby thatās not work, so I will be doing prompts for my current hyperfixation - Steven Universe. Thank you all, have a great day
September Prompts š»
Word prompts to use for doodling or writing
coffee smell
horizon
foggy mornings
juke box
lighthouse
bonfire
recipe book
windmill
gas station
wildflowers
bookmark
cave explorations
rosebushes
pine cones
nightlight
rocking chair
hitchhiking
lemon tree
vintage dress
bike ride
art museum
ghost town
blackberries
harvest moon
picture frames
dreamers
flower garland
ring bearer
color change
nightgown
September OTP prompt challenge
Haircut
Too many apples
Sketchbook
Grill
Candles
Stream
Climbing a tree
Lavender scent
Tear stain
Sunflower
Paint
Visting
āYouāre sick, just accept itā
Jazz music
Bike
String lights
Worry
Sweatshirt
Road trip
Warm drink
Basket
Misty morning at the beach
Cold night cuddles
Hiking
Learning
Sunset
Headphones
Bathtub
Rain storm
Love confession
Iām 22 now and my phone remembered my password. Iām ashamed of myself. Thank you, that is all.
SEND THIS TO SOMEONE WITH NO CONTEXT
This is my favorite video of all time. Iāve had this post queued up since 2015.
And thatās when he decided to start making meth
Tony Hawk is like fucking Perry the Platypus because if I saw him without a skateboard I'd be like "A man" and the second he picks up a skateboard I'd be like "TONY HAWK?!?!?!?!?!"
This basically sums up all his tweets
Why do you hate sex workers so much
idk if iāve ever talked about this before but my mother waited tables in a nightclub for seventeen years. all growing up my momās friends from work were strippers and escorts. when they had dinner at my house, i would pour the wine so i could stay at the table and be part of the conversation. these women remembered my birthday and let me hang around their apartments when no one could pick me up from school. i babysitted their kids in the summertime. my house was always full of women who worked in the sex industry and their resounding advice for me was to NEVER go into it. when i was sixteen my mom told me if she ever found out i was stripping to put myself through college sheād drag me out in middle of my shift by my hair. i know the abuse these women are subject to by their industry, they warned me themselves. i donāt hate sex workers. i was raised by sex workers. what i believe about the sex industry now comes directly from their experiences. i hope someday no woman ever has to be exploited like that to support themselves, i owe it to the ones who loved and protected me all my life to fight for that.
Iāll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words ācrucifix nail nipplesā into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.
I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?
All right buckle the fuck up kids, itās the year 2012 and Iāve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor. Itās a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. Everything. I havenāt edited a single thing in months which isnāt about vampires. I am ready, I can do this. So I open the file and notice thereās a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see Iām not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. Itāll be dead by page 24, but I donāt know that yet. Iām just editing one more vampire boner fest.
The MC is a girl who weāll call Sue. Sue is a Good Girlā¢, Sue is Not Like Other Girlsā¢, she is pale and awkward and a virgin and has somehow managed to find herself a Bad Boy⢠for a boyfriend. Weāll call him Dickhead.
Now Dickhead as previously stated is a bit of dick, he tries to pressure Sue into sex because he knows she is The One⢠but he loves her really so itās okay. Except itās not okay because Sue is a Good Girl⢠and holding out till marriage which heās fine with except heās got such a bad case of blue balls that one night walking home an attractive stranger lures him into an alley with the words āhey studā and he follows, dick out before sheās even finished her sentence. Well turns out that was a mistake for Dickhead because sheās a vampire, but not just any vampire, a Dick Biting Vampire. So what started out as a skeevy blow job behind a club that heāll feel bad about in the morning, turns into him being bitten on the dick and drained of his life essence and left for dead. Except DBV fucked up and now heās a vampire. Are you still with me? Good, cause itās about to get weirder.
Realizing he is now an abomination, Dickhead flees, becoming a creature of the night and feeding on animals rather than humans to repent for being such an asshole in life. Sue meanwhile is heartbroken, but carries on valiantly with her life and goes to bed each night crying for the loss of her One True Love⢠who she would do anything to bring back. Well guess what Sue, Dickhead never really left you! Heās been āinstinctively protecting her from rapistsā by hiding out on her roof and fighting hobos who try to get to her open window via the fire escape for months now. Because thatās not fucking terrifying at all.
Upon learning of his predicament and how it happened, Sue can do nothing but blame herself. Oh if only sheād let him touch her secret places, then perhaps all of this could be avoided! Meanwhile Dickhead is having another dilemma of his own, realizing too late that his vampire powers have given him super senses and now he can smell her blood and he canāt decide whether he wants to get with her or eat her. And I donāt mean in the French sense. But he is strong! And over comes his base manly vampire instincts and neither rapes not kills her. Hurrah! And this is so romantic that Sue gives it up, but not before she launches into a theory about how in all fairy tales, True Love saves the day, so maybe her magical pure vagina that has never been touched by anyone, not even her, can bring him back to life. So Dickhead being a dickhead agrees and rips her clothes off, but not before he takes one last moment to marvel at the beauty of her purity, because he will never again look on her again and know she is Pure.
If youāve only vomited once by now, I applaud your resolve.
So they hop on the good foot and do the nasty, except she is literally so pure in spirit, her flesh burns his. And I quote you from memory because these words are burned into my soul: āher breasts bit into his hands, like crucifix nail nipples tearing at his flesh, but he did not care because he loved her so and couldnāt stopā
This phrase haunts me. I dread that it will be the last thing I think about on my death bed and my last words will literally be āgod fucking dammitā as I die, carrying that mental image with me into the afterlife. My own solace is in knowing that I inflicted it on other people too, like @ahzuri who is somehow still with me after all these years.
When the magical burning sex fails to heal him and leaves her bruised, battered and broken with āa dainty blue bells of bruises around her secret flowerā (I am genuinely quoting this, I could never make something as horrendous as this up without being on acid) Dickhead leaves. Yeah. Off he fucks, leaving her to the mercy of the hobos at her window, and into the night to be the true monster he really is. But wait, thereās more. Remember the dick biting vampire? Well turns out she has figured out she made him into a vampire and has also been stalking HIM and is totally jealous of Sue, so tries to kill her. But again Sues Purity saves her, because sex before marriage which was done out of True Love is not a sin, so she is still a spiritual virgin and Iāll be honest, I started drinking heavily at this point and itās all a bit of a blur.
A fight ensues some pages later after Dickhead returns, realizing the mistake he has made. And he rescues Sue from the Dick Biter, but not before he assaults Dick Biter, and calls her a slut for luring innocent men into alleys cuts her heart out by cutting her breasts off, at which point i screamed āTHATāS NOT HOW YOU REACH THE HEARTā and my brain short circuited completely and I have no idea how it ends because I realized there was 30 pages left and my soul couldnāt take it. I emailed the chief editor like ?????!!!!!!????!!!!!! and the book was immediately pulled from the work line and the author dismissed from the publishing house. Turns out she was a friend of a friend and that was how she got the manuscript past our entry levels for requirement.
And thatās the story of how an author sent me death threats for over a month because I stopped her shitty vampire porn from ever seeing the light of day. Youāre all fucking WELCOME.
Yāknow, as an erotica editor, Iāve read many euphemisms for female genitalia over the years, but somehow Iāve managed to go nearly a decade without ever once reading the phrase āher throbbing jazz cafĆ©ā. Until now.Ā
I swear to God if you gremlins turn this into my next Crucifix Nail Nipples post Iām going to go absolutely feral.
A silly reveal scenario!
you think there was ever a point in history where a king or someone royal died from eating something and everyone was like "they must have been POISONED" but really they just had peanuts for the first time
Remember when Jeff Bezos, who is worth 181 billion USD donated 690k to stopping Australian fires? Yeah, me too.