Hi im sam and things fucking changed. Im an army wife and a step mom. I can barely walk now. im 30 and can't feel or enjoy sex. (SpinaBifida, Hypothyroidism, kidney/bladder reflux, depression, and anxiety)
I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.
Exactly! It's freaking annoying when I want to watch movies but I would have to subscribe to like 24 different services . Just to watch the shows that I like.
I'm a writer (I mostly write what's considered darkfic). I write for adults. Every now and then, I'll have something suitable for minors, but unless I specifically say others, adults only.
I write for a lot of different fandoms, and am willing to write most that I know something about.
I don't typically do cis-M/M sex since a lot of M/M cis-sex revolves around anal, but threesomes that include M/M? Cool. A lot of what I'm interested in is power dynamics and psychology of characters.
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open season thirsts [3/?] /// Dabi x f!Reader (18+)
Request: my darling sara dm’d me this request for halloween-themed dabi creeping on poor innocent reader <3
@printhes ily for getting me to make a halloween playlist in fucking september. your mind unparalleled. this is just a drabble but i’ll consider continuing it for real halloween…
Tags/warnings: stalking, mentions of alcohol/drinking, drugging, angel costume ok ok
everything seems a little more spooky on halloween.
your mouth tastes like cranberry juice and white rum and bacardi breezers and you wonder if it stained your lips red. the halloween party you were at was fun, but you shouldn’t’ve had that fourth drink…and you shouldn’t’ve said you’d walk home alone. it’s cold. you didn’t bring a jacket because you thought it would ‘ruin the outfit’, or something—and hey, 5-hours-ago-you has a point. this year you decided you were going to be an angel for halloween, and you don’t own anything that fits over the wings.
still. damn it, why didn’t you bring something to change into? sure, you’re probably not the only pretty girl stumbling down the sidewalk in a too-short costume and too-high heels past midnight on october 31st, but the stretch of pavement you’re walking down is weirdly deserted. no fellow post-party walk-of-shamers, no random teens in ribcage t-shirts smoking in huddles, not even the perpetual annoying men who seem to think yelling about your tits as you pass by should be taken as a compliment.
you don’t know this area of the city well—you took the bus here, and by the time you left the party the buses weren’t running anymore. according to google maps your place is less than a mile away, but everything around here looks unfamiliar. chain link fences, brick walls, rows of iron grating covering closed storefronts. you pass a club you’ve never heard of and hear a snatch of the music pumping from inside—‘this is halloween’, the marilyn manson version. so stereotypical...the clubs have to stick to the theme, right? they played this song at your friend’s party too, and now it’s going to be stuck in your head for weeks.
but the music’s fading into the background now, and the only thing you can hear is the clickclickclick of your shoes against the concrete and the buzzing of the streetlights overhead. mist is hanging low and thick in the air, seeping through the thin satin of your slip and lifting cold sweat onto your skin. the dark feels darker than usual. you check your phone for the dozenth time since you started walking…
no signal.
that’s weird, isn’t it? the neighborhood you’re passing through has gotten steadily more residential than urban, but it’s not like you’re in the middle of nowhere. you stop dead, hold up your phone and turn in a tight circle, trying to coax out a few bars of data.
nothing. damn it. well, you know you have to keep walking in this direction for a while. hopefully if you go far enough, you’ll get somewhere you recognize. you take a step forward, making for the next orange halo from the streetlight at the end of the block.
god, it’s so quiet. shouldn’t there be—like, a dog barking or something? a couple yelling at each other, crappy teen music from a house party, some kids snickering to each other while they TP their principal’s house—something. it’s halloween, for fuck’s sake. it shouldn’t be this quiet. it’s making you imagine things…
…like another set of footsteps behind yours.
click. the heel of your strappy white pump hits the sidewalk. click. you take another step. thud.
you’re imagining things. you stop in your tracks again and twist around to look behind you. there’s no one there, just the blue-black expanse of sidewalk disappearing between the trees. you’re just imagining it.
you start humming. just to have something to listen to that isn’t your shoes and your own nervous breath. as predicted, that fucking song is stuck in your head, so you start murmuring the lyrics quietly.
“come with us and you will see—“
keep going. keep walking. the house next to you is decorated like a 9-year-old’s halloween fantasy—big inflatable jack-o-lanterns lit from the inside, plastic bats hung on strings over the stairs, cotton batting stretched out to look like cobwebs. there’s even a hunched-over witch mannequin sitting on the porch swing with an empty bowl in its hands, the kind of thing you’re sure would bust out a terrifying animatronic cackle if a kid got too close. the next house has foam gravestones sticking out of the yard. the next house has gigantic purple-striped stuffed spiders twined into the trees near the entrance, and the next house—
“—scream in the dead of night—“
the light overhead flickers.
someone’s behind you.
you heard it for sure this time. footsteps, not yours. and the sound of someone flicking a lighter on. you’re not sure why that knowledge makes you shiver—weren’t you wondering why the hell no one else was on this street just a few minutes ago?—but you pick up the pace, almost skipping in the direction of the next light down the block.
don’t look back, you think. maybe you’re still imagining it, maybe the atmosphere is getting to you and you’re nervous for no reason. keep singing. “—everybody’s—everybody’s waiting for the next surprise—“
someone laughs—low, a man, mocking—but don’t think about that. your heart is beating like crazy, fuck, you’re an idiot, who walks home alone on halloween while dressed like the sluttiest angel since lucifer? damn it—your little white slip is riding up on your thighs and you smooth it down with cold damp palms. you can’t run in these shoes, not really, but you want to. he’s probably just passing by. he probably thinks you’re an idiot for running away. you’re being really rude, it’s really—you’re panting—
you hit the circle of light and the rush of adrenaline from being able to see around you makes you pause, turn involuntarily behind you to look for him. but once again, there’s nothing there. maybe you really were dreaming it up. maybe you’re too tired or you’re drunk or maybe you’re losing it.
either way, it’s time to call a damn uber. no more walking in the dark in a nightdress and fluffy white wings. you shrug your phone back out of your purse to check if you have signal yet—one bar, but the map isn’t loading. it feels quiet again and you realized you must’ve stopped singing so you pick up where you left off while you twist around again seeking a better connection. “something’s coming…no, what is it? something’s waiting now to pounce and how you’ll—“
“scream?”
weight on your shoulders. you whip toward the yellow streetlight and he’s in front of it. he’s dressed up, you think dazedly, he’s dressed up for halloween—dark eyes dark hair all those piercings and his face—but then your brain catches up and you try, you try to scream, except a hand is folding something over your mouth and pinching your nose shut and he’s squeezing around the grip you have on your phone until the pain is unbearable and you have to drop it—
you hear it hit the ground. your phone. it probably cracked. but you can’t look, can’t check, can’t bend down. how are you supposed to? a man, a man has you, he has you. the cigarette hanging out of his mouth glows blue and then a cloud of bitter smoke hisses out into your eyes.
his face. god, that has to be a costume, it has to. you need to breathe but he’s holding a damp rag over your mouth like some movie villain but you need to breathe. you shove a fist into the hard muscle of his torso and nothing happens. could you kick him? your legs feel shaky.
you make a whimpering sound and the corner of his mouth curls up into a smile. “are you trying to fight?”
your lungs are screaming. you need oxygen, your head is starting to spin. air rushes into your lungs before you even realize you’ve taken a breath and it tastes wet and warm and sickly sweet. he adjusts his grip so he’s holding you more securely, ready to lift you up when you fall. feels warm against him. you’re already getting dizzy but you shake your head, push weakly against the dark fabric of his shirt.
“save your strength, angel,” he laughs softly. one of those horribly scarred hands cups the side of your face where you’re staring up at him and he pinches your cheek. “…you’re gonna need it.”
all these stories about how the modern day dionysian ritual is going out and murdering someone in the woods…the true modern day dionysian ritual is drunkenly going to taco bell at 3 am and i dare anyone to tell me otherwise
I work at a drug addiction counseling center. A ton of my clients have, at one time or another, sold their food stamps. This is basically exactly what the GOP is afraid of, right? Drug addicts selling their food stamps.
I have learned, now, to ask them WHY they sold their food stamps. Here is an incomplete list of the answers:
- I need tampons, and you can’t buy them with foodstamps
- See above RE: toilet paper
- I was living in a hotel with no kitchen then. I had to buy pre-prepared food
- The homeless shelter won’t let me keep food in my locker or room, so I have to buy pre-prepared food (Yes, really)
- I had to make rent
- My sister had to make rent
- My son had to make rent
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll die
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll loose control of my mental health
But the absolute most common form of food stamp fraud I see? Giving away food stamps to other family members who get no food stamps or insufficient food stamps to feed their families. I see that every month. People glassy eyed and hungry because they gave away their food to their adult kids, their grand kids, cousins, siblings etc.
So, is food stamp fraud rampant? In some places, yes. And I’m not about to chastise people for it.
Tail Pulling is a behavior noted in many corvids. The practical application is to create a distraction that will allow the birb to make off with the target’s food. Imagine being in the lunch room and a large fellow has a Twinkie you covet. You can’t just take it from him because he’ll defend his Twinkie. But if you thwap him on the back of his neck and then dash around to snag the Twinkie while he investigates, you stand a decent chance of enjoying spongey goodness. This is basically that in birb form.
Except corvids don’t only do this as a distraction. Sometimes they seem to just being doing it to mess with other animals/birbs. But to use my lunch room analogy, there are times you might thwap someone sneakily on the back of the neck just for amusement. Primates exhibit behavior that appears to be just be annoying other animals for amusement. Given how intelligent crows are, its not unlikely that this is a manifestation of an innate desire to just fuck with someone else for the fun of it. Such as this from the link above:
Sorry to hijack a little, but to put it bluntly, corvids are also pretty BALSY. They are more than prepared to harass other huge birds of prey which could deal them a lot of damage. There’s plenty of cases of corvids ‘riding’ other birds as well. It’s often to harass the larger bird out of the area, but as @red3blog said, they quite often (in layman’s terms) enjoy fucking shit up for fun.
‘Where the hell is the seatbelt on this thing?’
I mean they deserve a medal for having such huge bird balls imo
- Dismissing his girlfriend’s hobbies and interests.
- Talking her out of buying fancy paper because HE doesn’t think it’s important. (Why does it matter if she spends her money on something she likes for her hobbies?)
- Destroying a thing his girlfriend made, repeatedly
- Disregarding when she asked him to stop, because he just couldn’t help himself.
- Ignoring that this thing he’s doing clearly upsets his girlfriend
- Lying to her repeatedly
- That whole mess of homophobic nonsense in the update, and acting like he’s the victim when he actually experiences consequences.
Classic DARVO response (Deny, Attack, Reverse the roles of Victim and Offender).
- First he says it wasn’t him, must have been her roommates destroying her things.
-It’s not a big deal, they’re just little paper stars, why are you making such a big deal about this? It doesn’t matter.
- Trying to guilt-trip her about how she could have seriously damaged his computer with that glitter! Why is everyone being so MEAN telling him he’s the asshole? And how dare she date someone else! Can’t you see how unfair and TERRIBLE she’s being to him? And he’s ALL ALONE for Thanksgiving because she’s just being so UNREASONABLE. (Totally ignoring that these things are all consequences of his actions.)
Reminder: You can break up with someone for ANY REASON. Even if it’s “not a big deal” - if they’re not respecting you, your belongings, or your boundaries, that is TOTALLY a valid reason to break up with somebody or end a friendship.
It’s amazing how people in the notes and comments are absolutely FURIOUS at me for the included Frozen comparison. Special shout out to everyone trying to prove that real people look like this.
I think I know the reason for why people prefer “unrealistic” animation.
For some reason, humans really don’t like things that look like humans but aren’t quite human. Hence why a lot of people are uncomfortable with movies with animation like Monster House and The Polar Express. It looks too realistic to us and sets us off.
Scientists call this the “Uncanny Valley” effect and its thought to be an evolutionary tactic for survival.
The funny part is. No other animals that we know of experience the uncanny valley effect. Only humans. Which leaves the question: what was out there that mimicked humans so well and was so dangerous to us that we evolved to have this as a tactic for survival?
Which leaves the question: what was out there that mimicked humans so well and was so dangerous to us that we evolved to have this as a tactic for survival?
i made the original post in the throes of unmedicated depression because that’s where my sense of humor was at the time. i don’t check my activity page. seeing it barge onto my dash months later with +250k notes and this exchange attached to it like a bunch of rattling tin cans attached to the tail of a rabid dog running loose is fucking WILD
So sometime after whenever humans developed the uncanny valley effect, did we just hunt this mysterious predator to extinction? Or did it die out on it’s own? Or did it evolve as well into something… else? Could it still be living on Earth today?
Idk why dont we ask the “people eating cryptid” who claims to be from a species that’s easy to hide and apparently passes as human who’s like, 3 reblogs above this?
Back when Homo sapiens weren’t the end-all of hominids, we also had some other two legged “humanish” cousins like the Neanderthals, Denisovians, and more!
There were nine different species of “humans”
By 10,000 years ago, they were all gone. The disappearance of these other species resembles a mass extinction. But there’s no obvious environmental catastrophe – volcanic eruptions, climate change, asteroid impact – driving it.
Instead, the extinctions’ timing suggests they were caused by the spread of a new species, evolving 260,000-350,000 years ago in Southern Africa: Homo sapiens.
Neanderthal skeletons show patterns of trauma consistent with warfare.
Like language or tool use, a capacity for and tendency to engage in genocide is arguably an intrinsic, instinctive part of human nature.
Optimists have painted early hunter-gatherers as peaceful, noble savages, and have argued that our culture, not our nature, creates violence. But field studies, historical accounts, and archaeology all show that war in primitive cultures was intense, pervasive and lethal.
Basically: the reason we as Homo Sapians find other human-ish figures unsettling and have an instinctual fear/aggression response called “The Uncanny Valley” is because we literally TOOK OVER THE WORLD by hunting down and killing every other hominid on the planet.
Dunno if the “9 species of hominid genocide” was a result of uncanny valley or the cause of it, but it’s a pretty sure bet to guess they’re linked.
Hey so just in case anyone didn’t actually click the link and read… that article is a whole load of red flags that usually indicate the person writing the article shouldn’t be a trusted source of scientific information. Or really anything, for that matter.
Firstly, the article contradicts itself almost immediately when it says that war and genocide are biological instead of cultural because of homo sapiens supposedly warring against the other peoples. What evidence does it provide that these things happened? That “field studies, historical accounts, and archaeology all show that war in primitive CULTURES was intense, pervasive, and lethal.” Yes, that passage above is literally just copied word for word from the article, not just tumblr user fuckingconversation’s own words.
Secondly, even IF that wasn’t an incredible, immediate, ridiculous self-contradiction on part of the article’s author… it’s still like, literally a talking point of actual genocide apologists and eugenicists. Arguing that a behavior like war or the extermination of a race of “others” is human nature and we’ve always been doing it… sounds a lot like it’s followed by “so those actions are totally fine and our violence against outgroups is just evolution at work” said real quietly for plausible deniability.
See, when you suppose that some behaviors are instinctual, not cultural, you misrepresent what instinct is. Instinct isn’t just anything that someone does without thinking. It’s something that an organism does as an act of unconscious self preservation and is programmed to happen in their DNA. Breathing, blinking, hunger, anxiety, salivating, those are all instincts. They happen either to alleviate an issue or motivate the organism to go and alleviate the issue. Behavior that requires conscious thought and agency to be done is not instinctual. Fighting a war with strategy and tactics isn’t fucking instinct. That’s something that only happens because a CULTURE has come to exist that views these actions as good or necessary by its own internal logic. Excusing genocide as the product of “human nature” is not only biologically incorrect, it’s almost literally how Hitler justified his attempted extermination of the Jews and Roma.
Beyond the racist dog whistle science though, there’s also other problems with the post, particularly where they try to tie this all in with the uncanny valley.
The article actually gives a lot of potential reasons for why these wars were fought. The big one, spanning about half the article, is about how it was likely a competition for resources. Particularly interesting is that these competitions for resources lasted at least thousands of years, as the articles mentions the disappearance of the Neanderthals taking place at least a few thousand years after the homo sapiens arrived in the region. So, even if this was a targeted genocide of the Neanderthals by the homo sapiens, it sure took a hell of a long time to do, even with the homo sapiens’ advanced tools and weaponry as compared with the Neanderthals’ at the time. Interestingly though, during this time there was definitely mingling of those two groups beyond just violence because there remains trace amounts of Neanderthal DNA in Eurasian peoples. So, while this doesn’t preclude genocide since the destruction of a people doesn’t necessarily mean 100% annihilation, it does pretty much rule out the idea that homo sapiens destroyed the others because of some uncanny valley nonsense, since obviously a statistically significant amount of homo sapiens found the Neanderthals normal enough looking to fuck.
