This was supposed to be iridescent and have the colours shift in rotation, but I tried to reach that result by using methods that don't go that way. So here's a pulsating seashell.
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This was supposed to be iridescent and have the colours shift in rotation, but I tried to reach that result by using methods that don't go that way. So here's a pulsating seashell.
sexually repressed people be like “i have an ancient evil stirring within me. no one can know” and its literally just craving intimacy
youd think a band named violent femmes would be made up of violent femmes. but it isnt. its dudes
genuinely no mary... the australian dollar is not doing great right now
i need to type with more of an accent
youse may bloody reckon a band name of violent femmes'd be a buncha sheilas after a couple bundy cokes. but it aint. packa blokes.
Don't worry, mutual with a zero-note post. I've added your post to my queue. So, in 6-8 business weeks, we're going to do big numbers! Such as, 1.
you got this shit plusle man
My favorite part of Blue Eye Samurai is the revival of fucked up homoeroticism. Stories used to contain plenty of guys who aren't explicitly gay but do gay things. Some of this was intentional queer coding and some of it was the logical conclusion of writing fucked up men who are close and weird about it. This fell out of fashion as gay representation became mainstream and acceptable. I'd thought it was a lost art.
Not the case with Abijah Fowler and Heiji Shindo. These men have sex with only women and somehow manage to make their relationship gayer than some actually gay couples in other shows. They have dinner together every night. Heiji wanted to hang Abijah's painting in his bedroom. Abijah called Heiji his "right hand and two feet on land, fondest heart" while threatining him. They got sucked off while sitting next to each other. Heiji wanted Abijah dead. Heiji sat fully clothed next to Abijah and talked business while Abijah was being pegged, all while watching a woman be groped by an octopus. Abijah pinned a flower to Heiji's clothes and Heiji canonically kept it on for three days. These two are moving in such a way that I have no choice but to give them my respect.
Projection glitch on Notre-Dame, 2021
ultimately i just want to be an object that attract crows
"is this why you keep stealing people's gold fillings while they're asleep" no that's unrelated
Back when I was in forensic anthropology undergrad, one of my favorite units we did was on teeth. We received a mint tin full of teeth, and we had a plastic tray we taped a grid onto with a space for each tooth position, and then we had to use the wear patterns on the teeth and other factors to determine what position each tooth had held when it was in a person. I’ve always thought teeth were cool, when I was a kid and one of my silver-capped baby teeth fell out, I wore it around my neck as a pendant until I lost it somewhere, so I loved this unit.
At the time, I was also working at a pawn shop, and people would sometimes sell us teeth that had gold fillings, and one of the employees would remove the gold and then we were to dispose of the teeth, but I collected them in my own little tin at work to practice with(ethically-dubious, keeping people’s teeth without permission). One day, someone was at my desk and found my little tin of teeth and freaked out and threw them all away and I was very sad.
I also briefly worked as a dental assistant for a time, that was also fun, but I didn’t get to keep any teeth.
this website just feels like home
This reminds me of the time I found a bag of teeth in my glovebox!
On break one day, hiding in my car as per usual, I innocently attempted to shove a handful of loose tip money in my glove compartment, i.e. a Later Me problem. However, when the door fell open, a bag of absolutely wretchéd (human?) teeth shamelessly presented itself with a hearty CLUNK as the drawer slammed open from the weight.
I contemplated the bag of teeth as it settled, gently clacking, telling me... something.
First thought: Well, of course there's a bag of teeth in my glove box. Not a modicum of shock. It felt... inevitable. Oh yeah, here's the teeth. The teeth compartment. There they are. A mysterious bag of (extremely filthy? HUMAN??) teeth is confusing and potentially threatening to most, sure. But I know who I am.
More importantly, I know who I'm married to.
Gathering up the precarious bag of (fake human? yes??) teeth, I sent my spouse this image and the following question:
Why is there a bag of teeth in my car
see u just can't get this shit on twitter
@douche-canoe-regatta But what was your spouse's reply??
@black-crested-jaybird GOOD QUESTION FRIEND
So there I sit, baking in my hot car, a bag of Somebody Else's Teeth on my lap, awaiting a reply from my spouse like an urgent telegram. Against all sense and propriety I open said bag and start fishing through my treasure, holding them up to the light like a jeweler for inspection.
The teeth (pleasantly cool in my sweaty palms) are upsettingly - and unquestionably - human. Heavy as pearls, hard as hell, slick as bone china. The base of each tooth is coated in a sticky red substance, which I scrape off to properly examine. Somewhere, the Law and Order theme is playing. Ice T shakes his head at my folly.
The phone, and my spouse, remain silent.
After a very thorough examination, I come to a comforting conclusion: these are, in fact, (almost) entirely fake human teeth, likely blanks to use as replacements for the unteethed. The red substance is apparently wax, possibly to sort and display said chompers. This does not at all explain why they are, again, in my fucking glove box.
The phone finally beeples, and I shove the handful of teeth in my jacket pocket: another Later Me problem. Right now, knowledge is paramount.
The first message is not enlightening.
Spouse: OH NOOOO YOU FOUND THEM
me: ????????????
Spouse: I'll explain when you get home
me: ??????!!!!!!!!
SPOILER ALERT: My spouse purchased the teeth at an estate sale for a dentist who'd recently passed. They happened to borrow my shitbox car that day and shoved the bag in the glove box to keep it hidden. A clear failure, as I don't know how you forget a bag of teeth in someone else's car, but that's not my mystery to solve.
It turns out my spouse had a plan for those teeth. And O! what a plan it was! You see, we'd recently purchased The Property: a strange house built by an unbelievably creepy (and now thankfully deceased) mechanic in the early 50s. Not fun creepy, like my bag of teeth. More "Why is there a hatch cut into your roof" or "What is that secret compartment for" and "Why are there printouts of police codes everywhere." This is important, because...
...The Spouse's plan was to take these teeth and hide them throughout The Property. The very large, multi-structure Property we'd barely explored. They swore up and down they would never have shared their provenance with me; it was intended I would find each tooth over the course of years, growing more frustrated and confused every time a molar showed up in the attic or garage or Hatch or any number of infinite hidey-holes we now possessed.
This was a great plan, for sure. 10/10. And it might have worked, if they could hold it together long enough to fool me (doubtful). But I don't think it would have, because after all:
They left a motherfucking bag of teeth in my car.
#plot didn't so much thicken as SOLIDIFY
posting about being a "sensitive white boy" in 2026 just makes you sound like this
If my wife handed me my ass in combat and then kissed me after pointing a katana at my throat, I would recognize the gesture as the peak of romance it is and would fall even more in love with her. Rip to that guy Mizu married for like a year but I'm different.
Ultimate allo enby bisexual naming themselves "Guns" so yyou can. So you can Fing
Some Pride Sharks! Enjoy~
alright guys. time to vote on which symbols to use for the pride buttons.
which symbol goes with the rainbow flag?
ionizing radiation
hand crush
health hazard
which symbol goes with the wlw flag?
gear crush
submerged objects
which symbol goes with the mlm flag?
press brake crush
surf craft area
which symbol goes with the bi flag?
body crush
hand crush
which symbol goes with the pan flag?
non-ionizing radiation
high surf
moving blades
which symbol goes with the trans flag?
battery charging
corrosive substance
rapid movement of press brake
which symbol goes with the ace flag?
sharp implement
industrial vehicles
which symbol goes with the intersex flag?
run over by remote operator controlled machine
oxidizer
emergency stop button
falling objects
i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny
the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child