To give some perspective: Chariots were invented circa 2000 BC and were the fastest form of transportation known to man for around 3800 years until trains in the 1800′s. Then 100 years later we were flying, and 66 years after that we were on the Moon.
someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond with “baby don’t hurt me”
Thinking about how when my oldest brother took Japanese classes his professor was like your pronunciation is really good 😊 but you need to watch movies that aren't about the Yakuza because you sound like a criminal
Hello friends! Just a quick reminder that blood meal is dried, flash frozen blood with a high nitrogen content and added iron! If ingested it can cause iron toxicity, vomiting, pancreatitis and other various gastrointestinal distress.
why in God’s name was it necessary for so many people to clarify that a dirty bag of blood from the gardening section isn’t safe to eat like what fucked up tumblr subculture has my shitpost reached
[image description: a gif parodying edward hopper’s nighthawks. it depicts the diner filled with water and various fish swimming around inside it. the light from the diner casts reflections through the water onto the street outside. /end description]
it might have been a dream, but feathered dinosaurs being linked to an ideology isn't that uncommon. Them being viewed as "leftist", "woke" or "gay" has occured several times.
note: just a quick drabble since i’m trying to get back into writing/also on writing semi-hiatus :(
back arched. an embarrassing display of your ass up, panties off underneath the man before you. hands bound by your sticky lace underwear and drool rolling off the side of your mouth — you would’ve never thought you’d end up like this; from hanma, no less
in all honesty, you definitely deserved what was coming to you. you had tested your boyfriend’s patience to the last bit, and there was just no other way to deal with you. but it’s also so fucking fun.
“you thought that shit was cute, huh?” his voice bellows, almost of a growl as he takes his hand around the base of his cock, not yet slipping into you but teasing your hole just enough. it earns a whine from you and the slight rocking back of your hips. “n-no, i was just playin’—put it in already.” your last vocables sounded of a wanton whine which only vex shuji. how could you so mindlessly manage to piss him off even more, that’s a world record right there.
the ends of your freshly done tresses find themselves entangled around his tattooed fist, the force of his tug inching your head back so that you meet his eyes. “save that shit,” another warning from him. he leans over enough to whisper in your ear, “so it’s cute to fuck on my friends?”
without waiting for a response, he releases your hair, instead lining his cock up with your slit and slowly sliding in. it would’ve felt good to finally get what you’ve been wanting yet his hard, sharp thrusts contradict that. he’s fast too, revelling in the way your ass jiggles each time he matches your hips. if you could slow him down, you would; his intricacy with tying knots leaving you only to take every inch of him. “slow down, s-shuji.” you cry out as your legs grow unstable. it’s almost laughable how you think you have some sort old control as if the thoughts aren’t getting knocked out of your head each time his tip brushes against your cervix. it’s too good.
“‘s okay, jus’ gotta fuck you ‘til you remember who the fuck you belong to.” he leans over once more, effectively lodging his cock even deeper into your cunt. “that good, doll?”
audible and coherent responses flurry in your head yet only fucked out babbles leave your lips. he could take a picture from how pretty you look all dumb on his cock.
you feel your orgasm impending within you, cunt twitching around hanma’s length. his strokes become deeper and more precise in turn, the friction at your gspot building and building until you finally release around him, that familiar ring of sheer whiteness at the base of his cock indicating your orgasm.
“oh? you came?” he queries, positioning himself upright again, a small chuckle coming from him. “a few more times ‘nd i’ll believe you’re sorry.”
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