Pages at the End of the World

Jae, queer, trans nonbinary, 27. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I haven’t written anything in many years (I’m in an ongoing health crisis)! Mobile Links

[uncensored-aj]

*Count Orlok Voice* Youuu Willll Serrrrrrve cunttt in the most rrrrrrrrrrrrepuuuulsive mannorrr posssssible, and eattt yourrrr enemiessss for lunch. You shalllll be a ffffffrrrrrreak nassssty bitchhh on thissss, and everrrry day, for the rest of yourrr life.

YOU WILL OBEY THIS MY COUNCIL.

[badymaru]

SLEEP - Glasgow, Scotland July 4th, 2026

[tecittozz]

DAMN HELLO MAMA

[ploinkplonk]

[foreskinniest]

Not the town's name

[the-absolute-worst]

Then how do you explain this?

[foreskinniest]

That's the town name

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[sandersstudies]

More about Nora!

13-Year-Old Scientist's Research Shows Hand Dryers Can Hurt Kids' Ears

Research finds many hand dryers operate at noise levels that are harmful to children. Nora Keegan is the 13-year-old student who did the stu

[bransler]

I love it when a researcher from a marginalized group proves an important point.

[stillnaomi]

using violence to liberate people from sweatshops, unsafe mines, and grinding poverty isn't the same as using violence to impose those things on people. the idea that violence is morally repugnant regardless of context is a belief that every oppressor throughout history would love for the oppressed to hold

[depsidase]

[apocryphics]

oh ok

[gorps]

[exeuntstormtroopers]

“Why would you stop in hell?” has changed my brain chemistry

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

woe! texted a casual acquaintance "I've been considering getting into knotting"

[jaguarguard]

Why?

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

KNITTING TYPO

[i-suggest-murder]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

thank you faithful henchpeople of tumblr. you do my bidding well...

[adhd-faith-interpreter]

In the spirit of penis

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

*nods sagely* in the spirit of penis

[disappointedwaffles]

[snowkissedmonsters]

Also on age verification: I have been on this website since 2011. Unless you think I started blogging at age 2, you KNOW I'm an adult.

[dreamerinsilico]

#the fact that 'can prove access to an online account at least 12 years old' or even 'account to be verified is itself fully 18 years old'#AREN'T accepted methods of age verification is such a telling sign of what the real purpose of age-gating laws is:#data harvesting and deanonymization and the buildout of state-controllable ways to restrict both content and internet access itself en masse (via @shinelikethunder )

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[fruitviking]

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

[jewishbarbies]

[to the tune of the activia commercials] ✨ biphobia ✨

and also just straight up misogyny

[kjscottwrites]

[consolecadet]

These remind me of this drawing by Franz Kafka from the 1900s. We've been feeling this way for a long time.

[smol-civet]

prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak

[perpetual-blogging-deactivated2]

this will get to the right people

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine Herbert noticing you’re more receptive and have less attitude with him some weeks compared to others. As a scientist, he’s curious, so he begins to track your behaviour. It seems to be perfectly one week of the month, and he can’t work out why, until Dan suggests it might be when you’re ovulating

The sound of the boiling kettle was like music to your ears as you crawled off the old couch.

“Why is it you insist on sleeping on the couch? Don’t you have your own apartment?” Herbert grumbled, his morning hair making him look handsomely disheveled.

His simple singlet, pyjama pants and messed hair made a pleasant tingle ripple through your body. Sitting at the small dining table, you bit your lip as you stared at the back of his lean figure.

“I do, but if I slept there, I wouldn’t be able to see you.”

He turned to look at you with a curious scowl, which you returned with a cheeky grin. With a mischievous chuckle, you rose from your chair.

“I have my tea with two sugars,” you call over your shoulder as you escaped into the bathroom.

Confusion stayed etched into his face as he stared at the spot you once stood in, even as Dan took your previous place.

“What’s got you so perplexed, West?” Dan chuckled.

“Y/N… one moment I breathe and she’s aggravated, the next…”

“She acts like she wants to fuck you,” Dan finished Herbert’s thought for him.

The young scientists head whipped up and his brow furrowed dangerously. He didn’t say anything, just stared at Dan quizzically.

“Yes… she also seems to crave my attention and my praise. She either tells me to ‘fuck off’ or silently begs for acknowledgment.”

“Hmmm, well you’re the scientist, track the behaviour, see what you find,” Dans cheeky grin seemed to want to say more, but Herbert didn’t push.

Walking away with that shit-eating grin made Herbert annoyed, until the next words that left Dans lips from the front door made him feel something else entirely.

“I always thought y/n had a bit of a praise kink. Maybe you could test out that theory for me.”

A deep frown formed on Herbert’s face, not just from Dans words, but from the jolt of pleasure he felt shoot through him at the thought. Herbert hated to admit it, but the thought of you keening at his praise, and your brutality towards his existence both seemed to cause him excitement.

****

Stuck in a trance of your feminine and elegant movements as you flitter around the apartment, applying perfume and a touch more of lipstick as you go, makes it hard for Herbert to see you as just an experiment.

His curiosity had got the better of him and he did as Dan said, he tracked the behaviour. It seemed to be perfectly one week a month, you’d be loving. He’d do the same thing and one week you’d swear at him, but during that one magical week, you’d flirt with him.

Tonight as you get ready for a date seems to be one of those delightful weeks.

“Bye boys, don’t wait up!” You wave at the two men with a wink as you confidently pass them in the kitchen.

Waiting for the door to close shut, Herbert turns to Dan to discuss his research.

“Four months of this research and all I’ve found is that one week a month y/n is pleasant, and the other three weeks she’s a bitch,” Herbert huffs to his friend in frustration.

“So one week you get to play with a praise kink and the other three you get to play with a degradation kink. I always thought you’d like both, West,” Dan teases Herbert as he goes to the stove to grab more dinner.

Herbert feels blood rush to his cock as he tries to push the idea down.

“This isn’t funny, Dan! Why is it this pattern?! Why?!”

Dan had known Herbert to get annoyed, but the mix of his failure to work out an experiment and his pent up sexual frustration seems to make a perfect storm.

“Look, man,” Dan sighs, figuring he might reveal what it is, “I didn’t want to tell you this and honestly thought you’d work it out but… huh, it’s once a month because that’s probably when she’s ovulating.”

Dans confession causes Herbert’s eyes to widen almost cartoonishly.

Trying to stifle a laugh, Dan attempts to comfort his friend.

“Look, I think Y/N likes you, it’s just she’s a bit more honest about it during that horny week,” that comment makes Herbert’s frown deepen, but Dan continues with a sigh, “she does like you, really. I’ve known her long enough and I don’t know what it is, but when she’s really into someone… well she’s kind of a bitch.”

Herbert isn’t sure why, but Dan calling you a bitch makes him mad. There is too much to think of, too many emotions happening at once. Anger, lust, confusion, all raging a war in his mind at once. He needs to get out, needs release.

“I’m going to bed,” he grumbles before slinking away up the stairs.

“Don’t jack off too loud!” Dan calls up the stairs to Herbert’s fleeting form.

[metamorphesque]

— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back