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bobateababe

WHERE IS IT? WHERE ARE THE OMNI MAN FICS

itachaaan

i need Debbie to bully him all the way to Talescria.

minart-was-taken

So, season 4 huh? Template by @sillygoose-xp

Season 3 spoilers for invincible \/\/\/

#invincible

dante-mightdie

mundane things I think about John Price doing that get me unspeakably wet

undoing his belt

shifting his hips in his chair

rolling his sleeves up

shaving in the bathroom mirror with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist

adjusting his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose

taking a quick whiff of his scotch before he drinks it

putting his arm across the back of the passenger seat when he reverses his car

wiping his hands with a rag after doing household maintenance or working on his car

manspreading in his chair

ghouljams

Sniffin around for more linecook ghost please..

he fucks you in the back seat of your car as thanks for the ride home, holds your face down against the seat and laughs at the way your legs kick. he keeps asking how his fingers feel in your cunt, if it's everything you were imagining or if he needs to add another. pinches your clit when you mumble out some slurred words and pushes your face back into the seat when you try to get up.

he's mean with it, doesn't even give you his cock until you're limp and jerking with aftershocks. he keeps the back door open so the rest of the city can hear you screamin' for him. won't stop telling you what a slut you are for trying to mix work and pleasure, asks if he should call the bartender to fuck you too or if you only have eyes for him.

makes you suck on his fingers when he finally swipes your keys and sets you in the passenger seat, talking about how you can probably taste the nicotine under all the slick that's got on his hands. makes you squirm while he drives home. his home.

vamptits

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

vamptits

these things exist on a spectrum from untrue to straightforwardly racist btw. so if we could retire them forever that'd be nice.

hareofhrair

“Love Languages” are just common couples therapy techniques mangled and repackaged by an unqualified homophobe. Relationships generally need all 5 love languages to be fulfilled, which is to say, everybody needs to communicate with, spend time with, and do things for their partners, and that’s got nothing to do with any special way you communicate affection.

MBTI has been proven completely ineffective at predicting anyone’s success at a particular job, and half the people who take it twice will get different results. Reputable psychologists do not recognize it, and the company that owns the rights to it uses it to scam people. People don’t adhere to strict binaries in basically anything. Very few people are going to be exclusively introverted or extroverted. It’s just astrology repackaged as pseudoscience. Shockingly enough, you can’t boil the complexity of the human experience down to a dozen Types of Guy.

The concept of IQ is flawed from the start— “intelligence” is an abstract concept that encompasses many different skills, from social intelligence to emotional intelligence to the very narrow kind of problem solving intelligence IQ tests generally measure for. It cannot predict how fast you learn, how much you know, or how logical and well read you are. It mostly measures how good you are at solving puzzles. Coincidentally, it’s also a pretty good predictor of income and education level, take a guess why. Most people’s IQ will change throughout their lives, because it’s inconsistent bullshit we’ve only held onto this long because we’re still kinda hoping we can breed the ubermensch. IQ tests and the way they attempt to categorize people are explicitly eugenicist and racist.

BMI was developed by a man known as the grandfather of eugenics, who first of all was a mathematician, not a doctor, and second never intended the formula to be used to categorize individuals. It’s intended to give a rough estimate of obesity in populations, and it’s not even good at that. It hangs around because of fatphobia and insurance companies who want it as an excuse to charge fat people more.

The study which determined people’s prefrontal cortex was still developing at 25… stopped measuring at 25. Evidence suggests your brain probably never stops developing. Stop infantilizing grown adults. This is a branch off from the larger mess of misinformation surrounding fMRIs.

If you haven’t put together what all these things have in common yet, here’s the moral of the story: STOP TRYING TO CATEGORIZE PEOPLE. STOP TRYING TO PUT PEOPLE IN A GODDAMN BIOLOGICAL HIERARCHY. EUGENICS IS BAD, AND WILL ALWAYS BE BAD, NO MATTER WHO’S DOING IT.

cumvvelt

"Guy" and "man" have different connotations with adjectival nouns. Like "tree guy" = arborist but "tree man" = he lives in a tree, or maybe he is a tree.

thedupshadove

"I know a guy" = "I have a useful contact."

"I know a man" = "I am about to tell you a story."

turtletotem

“He’s a great guy” = he is pleasant and fun and well-intentioned

“He’s a great man” = he has saved countless lives and changed the world irrevocably

cricketandmouse

They’re passive aggressively cleaning each others faces in the banana bed rn

cricketandmouse

peace and love on planet earth….

jenjensd

I think I read somewhere about cleaning another being a display of dominance or something like that? Basically your cats wanted to figure out who was in charge and just ended up cuddling about it. Which imo makes it even sweeter

darkwingduck

If Neil Gaiman shows his face on tumblr again we all have an obligation to bully him out of here with rocks

And I’m sorry if this is how you had to find out he’s on an “apology” tour (denying everything) and promoting a new book that we are all going to very loudly ignore

make amends to your victims and fix your heart

cod-dump

*post mission*

Gaz: You're so reckless. How are you not dead??

Ghost, with bandaged ribs: Price won't let me die

Price: I'll drag your soul back from hell every time you try to leave

Gaz: Wow

Ghost, seriously: Careful, Garrick. He's a necromancer

Gaz:

mamoru

hey before you call something wheelchair accessible just go ahead and invite a wheelchair user or two over because I almost guarantee you that an able-bodied person is not capable of guessing what is accessible without having ever used a wheelchair solo before

some but not all cool things nobody ever thinks of:

put hand sanitizer or a sink in the accessible bathroom stall, or alcohol wipes outside of it. people who cannot use their legs have to use unwashed hands to roll to the sink, and people who can use their legs are afraid to walk out of stalls because they get harassed and even assaulted.

enough space for wheelchair in doorway…AND ARMS. HOW DO YOU THINK THE WHEELCHAIR MOVES! if I cannot roll through it without scraping my arms it is not accessible

brick paths suck the end

gravel paths suck. make it smooth

a ramp is not accessible if it is too steep. not every wheelchair user is ripped enough or capable of using muscles enough to propel themselves up a steep angle safely. some wheelchair users have heart issues. you want heart attacks? this is how you get them

perfect 90 degree turns suck and are often impossible to turn through

some wheelchairs have foot rests. account for them

wheelchair accessible means wheelchair accessible while alone. if you expect someone to have to be helped out to use your facility, that is not acceptable or accessible

yeah

addamatic

Your door is too heavy.

There isn’t adequate space to open the door while in a wheelchair.

Your door is impossible to close while in a wheelchair.

Your door requires a weirdly high amount of hand dexterity.

Your door is too heavy. It’s so stiff. It’s impossible to see someone struggling with it and people open it into the wheelchair user from the inside because it’s too heavy and they didn’t see them there.

By the way, your door? It is too heavy.

the-haiku-bot

Your door requires

a weirdly high amount of

hand dexterity.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

catasters

sepdet

I love how this photo demonstrates every single molecule of "how can you tell if a cat likes you"

whole body lifted upwards towards Friend

walking to brush against/wrap around leg

front legs together to assist with tippy toe back arch

back legs slightly back stretch so gooood

question mark tail

head and tail also rubbing Friend

position of trust: cannot see Friend, knows Friend is looking out for cat

SPROING WHISKERS curling forward & down (cat smile)

I adore sproing whiskers of happiness.

berryberrygood141

Angsty and kinda cheesy fluffy ending, Simon Riley x reader

Most of the 141 wouldn’t really understand why you still have any stuffed animals as an adult. They have grown well beyond their phases of childhood where they cared about such things. These are adult men who find comfort in adult men ways. They wouldn’t exactly say something to you, but you can see it in their faces. They think it’s silly.

Simon Riley, however, would be very kind about you having stuffed animals. Or even one just particular one that means a lot to you.

He didn’t get to grow up with soft things like that. No toys, no stuffed animals, bare and boring walls. His childhood was far from the best. He could take comfort in his brother and mother, but that had it’s limits.

When he sees you cuddled up with a stuffed animal, he doesn’t think it’s embarrassing or childish or anything negative at all. He can’t even exactly put into words how he feels about it.

He knows the story, you’ve had the stuffed animal for years. It’s got heaps of sentimental value and memories attached to it. It’s brought you comfort in ways he quite literally cannot imagine. Even begin to imagine.

He appreciates that something so simple, so seemingly nonfunctional, can help you so greatly. After a bad day, there it is. During a scary movie, there it is. After a nightmare or an argument, there is it. When you’ve just woken up, your hair is a mess, and there’s sleep in your eyes, there it is.

He wishes he could have an object to bring him such comfort.

He’s lucky enough to have you instead. Laying next to him, holding your stuffed animal. You’re in his arms and it’s in yours. He knows that if he’s not there, you have it. You know that if you don’t have it, you’ll always have him.

One day if you were ever to get him his first his own stuffed animal, maybe as a joke, maybe sincerely, you’ll have to excuse him for looking at it silently for a while, gripping it so tight in his hands you worry it might rip, and having to take a moment to collect himself before any tears involuntarily roll down his cheeks.