A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.
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A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.
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ahhh so you're shown to be capable of recognising that people's trauma can make them act irrationally and unpleasantly! you recognised it in the white man! can you also recognise it in the brown woman? no? she's mean and bitchy and uncaring? i see
Shout out to everyone on my dashboard who is enthusiastically talking about whatever the fuck theyre into that I don't recognise. Love your enthusiasm, keep going, I don't know what's happening but i support u
IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E
I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y
World Heritage Post
"going out to get milk" is a common turn of phrase used to describe a man abandoning his family.
the "milkman" is a common figure in stories depicting a woman's infidelity and adulterous affair.
this implies that the ability to provide milk would both decrease the likelihood of a man abandoning his wife and children, as it would eliminate the need for leaving to get milk AND would secure that man's marriage, as his wife would have no need to seek milk from an extraneous source.
therefore, all men should produce milk, through various means such as:
- being a cow
- being an almond
- being a woman
- being a coconut
- being in the omegaverse
- being an oat
(list is exemplary and not finite)
in this essay, i will redefine the nuclear family and explain the seductive and inflammatory nature of the 1993 "Got Milk?" commercials.
you shut your mouth.
this is what i mean when i say "sniles so sneetly" btw
i appear to have infected 14k people with the phrase "sniling so sneetly". it makes me grin. snile, even. perhaps sneetly
Always bear in mind that there is absolutely no legitimate evidence that Luigi was actually the one who killed the insurance company guy.
Of course he wasn't. He was at a party with me that day.
No but like literally, actually. All bits aside.
He didn't do it.
The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.
Unfortunately Hudson Williams committed several grave sins to the internet:
Masculanized an Asian character
Became a heartthrob as a POC
Gave an award-winning performance for a neurodivergent character
Is dating a woman after playing a gay man
Gets just as much praise as his white costar
Doesn't censor himself to fit in
IS AN ASIAN MAN WHO HAS PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD SO DIABOLICALLY DOWN BAD FOR HIM
following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting
once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and that’s ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business
I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down
History is not done with us yet my friend
I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened
i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit
@ goodgoodgoodco
https://wigreenfire.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/Big-Tech-Unchecked-Toolkit_final_rev19Dec25-resized.pdf
Link to the pdf of the tool kit
Love you guys, stay safe!
YOU
YOU HATE AI !!
everything is romantic ♡
thinking about shane in the metros' locker room, overhearing one of his teammates complain that his girlfriend always treats blowing him like a chore. and another goes, "well, nobody likes giving blowjobs, you just gotta make it worth her while."
and another guy chimes in, "not true, my girl loves it!"
"your girl's a slut, obviously she likes it."
and shane, already quietly spiraling because what do you mean "nobody likes it" am i not meant to like it? hears that last comment and his stomach sinks.
oh.
'....am i a slut??'
"Am I a slut?"
Shane's not sure what on earth possesses him to ask this. Maybe it's the fact that every time Rozanov's hand is on his dick, he loses his mind a little bit. Maybe it's that he hasn't been able to stop thinking about this for almost two weeks straight, ever since he overheard the guys talking.
Rozanov is looking at him, a smirk growing at the corners of his lips, eyes dark and hooded and almost hungry, and Shane thinks this is maybe why.
"Yes," he purrs. His hand is still moving on Shane's dick, the touch light and more teasing that anything. "You are very easy for me, yes? Eager."
Shane is going to die. "Shut the fuck up."
Rozanov predictably ignores him. "Why do you ask?"
"It's stupid," Shane mutters. His hips twitch and Rozanov's other hand comes down, pinning them still. He bites back a moan. "Some of the guys in the locker room were talking-"
He cuts himself off when Rozanov's eyebrows shoot up.
"Shut up," Shane says again. "They were just- they said no one likes giving blowjobs, unless they're a slut."
Rozanov laughs. Shane feels the rumble of it in his chest, pressed tight against his own, pressing him down into the mattress. It's a little bit difficult to breathe with so much of Rozanov's weight on him.
"And I like it," Shane adds, the admission warming his cheeks even though duh.
"You don't like it," Rozanov says, twisting his thumb over the head of Shane's cock. There's something almost mean about the tilt of his lips. "You love it. You suck cock like you need it to live, Hollander. Like champion. I could slap your face with my dick, fuck your mouth until you are drooling, and you would thank me for it."
Shane whines, entire body on fire. His gut squirms with embarrassment and somehow it doesn't turn him off, really only brings the pleasure into starker relief.
"I would," he admits, gasping. Rozanov's hand is moving quickly now, twisting just right. "I would, I would-"
"Why?" Rozanov asks.
Shane twists his body, hiding his face in the crook of Rozanov's neck, voice muffled when he speaks. "Because I'm a slut."
"Sorry?" Rozanov says, hand slowing. "Couldn't hear."
Shane is gonna kill him. "Y-you heard me, Rozanov."
Rozanov takes mercy on him. Shane almost wishes he hadn't. "Because you are a slut, yes? Love to get fucked, so fucking easy for it."
"Easy for you," Shane corrects, unthinking.
Rozanov curses under his breath. His hand is moving at a punishingly quick pace now, pushing Shane towards the edge. "Easy for me," he agrees. Adds, almost sweetly, "My slut."
Shane comes, mouth pressed into Rozanov's shoulder.
The thing is that even with people who are cool (or mostly cool) about the gay thing, the Rozanov thing is always a bridge too far. This bothers Shane, more than he lets himself admit, because it's inevitable, isn't it? He's always gonna have to defend his boyfriend against the people he loves, like Ilya's not the kindest, strongest, most beautiful person he knows. Like he's not the love of Shane's life.
It doesn't even occur to Shane that this conversation could go any better than it went with his parents, who had an impossibly quick turnaround on Ilya all things considered, until he's telling Rose and instead of her response being some variation of "why him?" she goes, "You're kidding me, Ilya Rozanov? He is so hot!"
And Shane freezes, the automatic defense sticking at the tip of his tongue. He tries to recalculate, but in the moment all he can manage is a flustered, "I- yeah. I mean he's - yeah, he is."
Something softens in Rose's expression, and then she's pulling at his arm, urging him to come sit down on the couch next to her. "You need to tell me everything, Shane! All the details, the dirtier, the better."
Shane sits, the relief flooding him enough to make his knees weak. His face feels warm but it's not embarrassment or shame coloring his cheeks - or maybe it's a little bit of embarrassment, because some of the details are really dirty, but mostly it's joy. It's pride, even.
"I'm not gonna do that," he laughs.
Rose raises her eyebrows expectantly. 'You, Mr. I-prefer-being-the-hole,' she seems to be silently saying. 'You don't want to share?'
"Okay, maybe some of the details," Shane concedes. He can't stop smiling.
"Fuck, yes," Rose squeals. She puts her hand on Shane's shoulder, standing. "Hold on, I need to get the rosé for this."
"You are such a cliché."
Rose waves her hand, an 'I know, I know' gesture.
The conversation lasts a couple of hours and Shane shares more about Ilya than he's shared with anyone. More than he even means to, so the rosé was definitely the right call. He can't stop himself because Rose is so happy, so excited for him. She gasps at all the right moments, giggles when Shane's blush gets impossibly brighter, leans in when Shane shows her pictures of Ilya and gives her gushing approval.
"Of course you landed the only hockey player who's even remotely as hot as you," she sighs. "You overachiever."
Shane laughs. "He's much hotter than I am!"
"Mm, agree to disagree."
And that, too, feels pretty good.
ever since i was a little girl i've been mad as hell
Seeing “weird” people in public makes me feel so much more comfortable. A furcon was the one place i felt okay drawing in public without hiding in the corner. I want more people to be openly weird. There should be way less social and workal restrictions on what people can wear. You should wear cosplay in public. It makes me feel safe and smile