Terminal child syndrome lol sorry you'll be infantilized forever and never get any basic respect we have the right to not treat you like an adult and make life worse for you in the name of helping, or shun you completely :)
Just stop doing that you useless cunt go the fuck outside and stop being a burden to society get the fuck up and stop having this illness. Have this list of pop psychology bullshit and get your shit together. We can still romanticize your struggle if you're hot and manage it just well enough to not be a useless cunt
Irredeemable piece of shit disorder uh sorry but your vibe is off and you should go to jail for it I fucking hate you and you deserve nothing you vile piece of human garbage you need to be avoided at all costs everyone should cut you off immediately no one should have to put up with you you manipulative asshole
To everybody in the notes saying something along the lines of any specific disorder could be any of these three depending on how someone wants to justify mistreating the individual, you are correct. I was thinking of autism, depression and npd respectively but you're actually right
This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.
was listening to raye's where's my husband? and it made me think of a soulmate!au where you're exhausted from the dating scene and desperately searching for the woman who is supposed to be your soulmate. unbeknownst to you, though, your future wife, sevika, is dreading being tied down and meeting someone who she's expected by society to spend the rest of her life with. and so, she's doing everything possible to enjoy her last hurrah of singlehood. and by the time you meet her, you're enraged. you've been in the throes of everything wrong with this generation's dating culture, praying one of these days you'll meet the person destined for you, and meanwhile, she's been avoiding you like the plague, sleeping around and considering your presence a thorn in her side. and so, of course, you both are immediately annoyed with each other and just wondering how anything remotely romantic is ever gonna spark from this connection...
you have to forgive the printer because it's one of the most machine-ass machines we interact with on a day to day basis. that thing says kerchunk. hardly anything says kerchunk these days. you can't get mad at her when she kerchunks up a little.
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I
So! This is a perfect case study in situations where you should be wary of misinformation.
Take a moment and ask yourself, a project like this requires a lot of time, money and dedication of resources, why would scientists dedicate that time to something that could just be done by a tree?
The answer is they wouldn't. So that means this claim requires further investigation!
This project is called LIQUID 3, and it's not meant for cities with wide open spaces, it's meant for cities like Belgrade in Serbia. These cities are densely populated and heavily polluted, to the point where pollution actually chokes out current trees and makes creating green spaces difficult.
Liquid 3 was a PhD scientists answer to these problems. The microalgae tank is intended for spaces where you either:
Don't have enough space to plant full trees, or
Don't have enough time to plant trees and wait for them to grow up.
The tank is extremely efficient when you consider the amount of space needed compared to the amount of CO2 turned into oxygen. The tank can operate throughout the winter. And most importantly, it can be quickly set up in areas that desperately need relief from air pollution NOW not in 10 years when trees are done growing. Children currently suffocating on polluted air can't wait for trees to grow, they need to be taken care of now, and Liquid 3 is one of the ways to take care of them. Depending on the species of microalgea used, a number have shown a pretty amazing capacity to pull heavy metals out of the air which is something trees can get choked up by.
The tanks aren't just tanks either! Liquid 3 have solar panels placed on top, they have lighting and mobile phone charging, and they work as public benches. The designers of it want to encourage green spaces where there's room, but where there isn't room or time, Liquid 3 can step in. Realistically, this isn't a replacement for trees. It's replacing boring metal city benches with new, cooler benches that also clean the air (and have at least some heating during the winter).
Not only that, but the microalgea that grows is native to Serbia and all that microalgea has a ton of great uses! It makes for great fertilizer, compost, wastewater treatment, cleaner biofuels and even for helping create new tanks for further air purification. They only require a quick algae divide once a month, and the produced algae can be carted off to where ever it's needed. This makes them effective solutions for areas that can't sustain complex installations.
So yeah, there's actually quite a lot of places that would like these. Lots of people currently breathing in terrible quality air would much rather have their boring city benches replaced with really fucking cool algae tanks that clean the air and can be used to help create + sustain future green spaces in cities. I dunno about you, but I'd take that over a dumb metal bench any day. Put these at every bus stop and I'd be delighted.
Tldr: Sev wears her strap casually, you don’t know what that is but she shows you
A/n: im impatiently waiting for more The Vampire Lestat episodes, also reading the book, also also got back into Date Everything a lil bit
Sevika was wearing that cropped shirt of hers again. Something is at her hips, you squint. Now, it is a bit odd on your part to be gawking at the most-powerful-woman-in-Zaun’s hips in the club a fair bit like a pervert but you’re just so… drawn in. There’s nothing perverse in curiosity, is there? Still side-eyeing her hips.
After a good bit of peeking, your eyes meet. Immediately you avert your gaze, trying to be nonchalant but you actually look like a dog that got caught tearing up the couch. Sev doesn’t question it, honestly with how strong your gaze was she thought something spilled on her pants. She goes on about her night though; playing cards, drinking, smoking, club stuff. You’re glad you weren’t caught, thank goodness. But you keep on peeking.
You know how that quote goes though; curiosity killed the cat.
“Why do you keep on starin’?” A voice comes from behind you. That could literally be only one person. Sevika is behind you, bourbon in glass, in hand. You’re beyond embarrassed, finally caught; you’d make one shitty criminal with how obvious you are.
“What… what do you got on?” You finally ask, eluding to the cloth that comes from under her pants around her hips. The two of you look down, then back up at each other. “Wanna find out?” Huh. “Sure.” You chirp.
Well, my, my, my. You’re bent over her desk, getting your back blown out. Whining and writhing, her hips meeting the back of you making the loud, known sound of skin against skin. She prepped you before hand, using lube and all, very thoughtful and thorough. And now here you are; getting fucked dumb by the big mama herself.
“Jesus- S-Sev-, oh my god-“ face pressed against the desk, squelching being heard from below but you’re too pleasured to care about how stupid wet you are. With a thump, your forehead is against the desk, your legs feeling like they’re gonna give before Sevika holds you up. “Yeah? You like it?” Nipping your ear, and a bit at your neck. “I’m practically splitting you in half, pretty girl.” She teased, hand coming down to feel your slick slide down your thighs. “Needed me that bad?” Still fucking into you evenly.
You nod weakly, arching into her grasp like a dog seeking petting. “F-ffuck- nghhhhnnm-“ clenching your thighs, feeling the heat coil in your stomach. “Don’t stop- please- don’t stop!” You moan out, not caring who could hear. The club music was booming; maybe no one could hear you two after all. “Wasn’t planning on it, baby doll.” She spoke, continuing to milk the pleasure from you, tip brushing right against your sweet spot. You let out a cry, sobs leaving you as she abuses that spot. Leaving you quivering and sensitive after your strong orgasm.
She pulls out, scooping you up and sitting you on her lap while she relaxes in the desk chair. Soothing those nerves, stroking your thighs and letting you come down from it all.
Do Eridians know they are different colours. I bet Grace's alien kids love finding out what colour they are. It means absolutely nothing to them but they're like :O :O
Some of them think he's making this whole 'colour' thing up to mess with them and try to catch him out by asking again on a different day to prove he's just saying random noises but he's like you are still blue buddy and they're like :O :O
Like if we met an alien species who had extra senses & they said that some humans felt spingly and some humans felt spoingly I bet we'd all want to know if we were spingly or spoingly humans
