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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
cherry valley forever
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Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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#extradirty
Mike Driver
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@jbrame713
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This is amazing and I'm so excited. Queer players and fans have felt so marginalized for so long (and under attack recently) that it's so nice to see someone put action behind their words in our support
"hands rated e for everyone" funny af i've never heard someone say that lol ima use that one day
merry christmas :~)
me as a writer
just putting it out there, but-
you don't need "a whole story around it" for it to be a work of art
“Okay.” Sam takes a deep breath, in and out, and Lena can see the cloud of frost forming around her exhale. The sub-thermal temperature of the freezer is already thawing what was left of Lena’s growing hot rage. “Spill. Why are you acting like a dick?”
Lena huffs. “I’m certainly not acting like a dick. Jess made a mistake. It’s within my duties as the head chef to make sure everything is perfect—”
Sam raises a hand and immediately silences her. “Lena. I’m not your brother. I don’t want you to be perfect. I don’t need you to be our boss right now. I need you to be our friend.” Sam pulls out an empty apple crate from the bottom shelf and plants herself down on it. “Now tell me what’s wrong. Please.”
Lena slumps to the floor. She sighs, watching the small puff of ice that gathers around her breath, and buries her head in her hands.
She whispers, “Kara and I kissed.”
“What?” Sam leans in. “Lena, you gotta speak up, the fan is on-”
“Kara and I kissed!” Lena shoots her head up, making eye contact with Sam. “Kara and I kissed, and… we haven't talked about it or anything, and we haven’t done it since, but I— I made her pizza, and my brother called, and I was so upset, and I kissed her, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
the final chapter of you can tell a whole story with a taste is now live (and its 16k!)
you can read it from the start here.
I love this post so much I have done everything in my power to make sure I will never forget it via reblogging it every October 5th, in memory of discovering it for the first time
I've never watched Scott Pilgrim but I'm reading about this animated Netflix series and apparently one of the reasons they were able to get the whole cast of the 2010 movie to reprise their roles is bc Michael Cera fucking responded to a 9 year old cast email thread out of nowhere as if no time had passed and got the cast all chatting with each other again
you know what? I hadn’t thought about it in a while, but I am actually still very upset that we never got to see John Boyega give an impassioned speech to an army of hostile stormtroopers, and partway through the speech just one trooper lays her blaster down and takes her helmet off, and by the end Finn has won them over and they all take their helmets off as the music swells, which signifies their change of allegiance and also reminds us the audience that underneath all those indistinguishable white helmets are people with faces and personalities and hopes and dreams and connections to the Force, people who will be led by one of their own as they rise up in rebellion against the fascist empire that treated them like interchangeable cannon fodder.
we should have had that in a movie! and we didn’t! and I’m still mad about it!
started thinking about the john williams musical crescendo that would play over a long pan across ranks of troopers as they throw their helmets down and turn their bare faces up towards the light, full of joy and determination, and now I’m mad AGAIN
Have Finn’s speech be broadcast across the galaxy, and we see stormtroopers everywhere throwing down their arms and armor, abandoning their officers in a reversal of the Order 66 montage from RotS.
People in the BDSM and kink communities are the only people who are normal about sex, actually, and we should all learn from them.
I think everyone should familiarise themselves with the theory for such key concepts as consent, rejecting a sexual practice for yourself without judging it morally for others, sub drop and how it can happen even in the most vanilla sexual encounters, and aftercare and how it’s often needed in even the most vanilla sexual encounters (but often treated as a joke and something to ridicule).
Summary for those who haven’t read the links:
Sub drop is basically getting the endrophin high from sex and then crashing hard from it. You just had an amazing, intense experience, so why do you want to cry??? Why do you feel weird and empty and alone? Even if you don’t get the outright crash, when the horniness fades, it catches up to you just how vulnerable you’ve been, and it’s natural and common to feel a little lost and alone after that. Contrary to what the term implies, you don’t need to be the submissive party to experience this. Note how much vanilla sex culture ridicules this (”crying after sex” jokes, etc.).
Aftercare is the antidote to sub drop, it’s the post-sex affirmation that things are good and you are safe and appreciated. Common forms include cuddling, ice cream, taking a warm shower together, wrapping yourself in your fuzziest softest bathrobe available and general relaxation together. Comfort and reassurance. Note how much vanilla sex culture condemns people as “needy” for wanting this kind of treatment, or for being upset that their partner just walks out on them after sex. (The people being condemned as “needy” are usually women, but I don’t even want to think about how much men certainly need this comfort too but feel like they can’t ask for it without being seen as un-masculine.)
This is what I mean when I say BDSMers and kinksters are the only ones who have this shit figured out. None of these things are actually exclusive to BDSM and kinky sex, vanilla sex for everyone would be SO MUCH BETTER if these things were part of universal sex ed.
The first time I experienced this explanation of “sub drop” was one of my first acts of sex with another person that didn’t involve, in some way, any fetish or kinks. I felt something very akin to a despondent depression and didn’t know what was going on, why I was feeling like that, and neither did my partner. This ignorance, and our negative reaction to my sub drop, soured our sexual relationship for a long time afterward. Sex was supposed to feel so good and great and leave you bouncing, right?
We never talked about it, because we didn’t know what words to use.
This is why, no matter what folks say, awareness has a huge, important role to play.
Hey.
I'm serious when I say I think the sentiment that kindness requires "zero effort" is harmful.
The idea that kind is a thing you can be innately, without having to think or feel anything about it, leaves a gap in the fence where the other idea "if I have unkind thoughts or feelings, I am by nature a bad, unkind person" can slip through.
Listen. That's bullshit.
Being kind to other people means paying attention to the effect your words and actions have on others, caring about it, and trying to make those effects better. That's work.
If you have a nasty thought about another person that annoys you and you contain the impulse, hold your tongue, and let it go? That was effort.
If you took time out to really think about something you wanted to say and make sure it would have its intended result without causing accidental harm that you wouldn't have noticed if you went totally off the cuff? Wow, that took some work!
If you were tired and angry and full of hatred but you still did the dishes so your housemate has something to eat their breakfast off of in the morning, that wasn't easy.
I don't think there are magical "kind" people who never have a mean thought and are always selfless and pure. That would be exhausting and impossible.
I'm not a "nice person," I'm a nasty, bitter, angry, sad person who tries to have good leash manners, control my worst impulses, and not jump on strangers because they don't deserve that shit from me.
I don't always succeed, but I'm trying. I'm trying and it's worth it.
i don’t usually bully my boyfriend on the internet but
yeah i was there
Hey can I recommend that instead of making challah, you make a brioche? They're basically the same thing, but challah has a significant religious and spiritual meaning to the Jewish faith. Both challah and brioche are sweet eggy breads but brioche doesn't have a religious meaning. Sorry if this is rude, it's just important to me.
Whew, it’s a good thing I’m Jewish then.
This is from several years ago now and I still think about it constantly lmao
Also before anyone asks, yes you can bake challah if you’re not Jewish. Just don’t claim it’s better than what somebody’s Jewish mom makes because you will never win that battle
Also challah (the bread, not the dough-sacrificing ritual) is basically the same as other braided eggs breads in Europe, like Polish chałka and Czech vánočka. Cause Europe is where Ashkenazim picked it up, through cultural exchange.
Also all Jews know that all bread is challah when it’s Friday night and mom just didn’t have time/energy to bake the bread
That pita is now challah
So is this laffah
A baguette will work too
But fr never act like your challah is better than my mom’s bc I’ll get really violent really fast
I can’t even count how many times I’ve used regular ol’ sliced bread at Shabbat. Sweet Hawaiian Rolls are also great.
My mom doesn’t even bake challah and I will still square up to defend her honor lmao
If goyim couldn’t make challah, then I would have been spared hearing my order at Einstein Bros described as “tchallah bread.” 😒
Gd giving me access to photoshop was a mistake
“you don’t like the proliferation of terms like Unalive outside of TikTok because you realize that you’re aging out of youth culture and it makes you uncomfortable!”
no I don’t like it because there’s something INCREDIBLY dystopian about being forced to soften terms for basic parts of the human experience like death and sex (and even more so terms for oppressed minorities- call me a “le-dollar sign-bian” and I will bite you) purely because advertisers and corporations demand it
The superfriends have one of those drunk powerpoint nights
bonus:
i love listening to my fiancée drawing
“no stop” “oh no i didn’t mean to do that” “wRONG LAYER” “wait go back” “what line is that?!” “cAN YOU– [irritated noises]” “oh you…bastard” “what..layer is that on??”
she’s so cute djksfh
A gift for your fiancee
oh my god dkfjdhgksdjk