#cupidcrime

[sonicanary]

what did the teacher say to the kid who peed in class ?? urine trouble !!

          “…”      a moment of silence, for all the angels dead in this cause. 

      “Babs… you really need to come back. I swear, I don’t even mind being behind a laptop 24/7 anymore, just do whatever it takes to come back. I can’t, I’ll stop mocking your mom jeans - even if they are but - … this joke needs to end. I’m losing my mind, I may commit a murder.” 

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

Can you fucking believe people vilify others for setting boundaries for their own health? Like it’s fine if you want people to not vent to you about their issues/not demolish your entire mood with their problems immediately. Did nobody fucking teach @sheableist what emotional labor was? Or that performing it can be exhausting for the party doing so? Because it’s some bullshit. In fact, before someone dumps their problems on you it would be better if they asked if you were in the appropriate headspace to listen. Friendship =/= constant and perpetual attention or emotional labor. You don’t OWE anyone ANYTHING, from graphics to emotional labor to attention, regardless of how close you are to a person. Grow the fuck up. And constant IM spamming just being something ‘that’s fine and okay’? Why is one person’s neurodivergence apparently supreme over someone’s else’s? Why is the comfort level apparently unfairly disproportionate? I feel uncomfortable being constantly spammed with IM’s. It makes me anxious and makes me feel like there are expectations on my person. I have a right to feel that way. Basically I don’t know you @cupidcrime but I can’t believe somebody thinks they have the nerve to call you ableist for fucking having boundaries for your own health and comfort. WOW. I hope your day gets better.

[liesmythed]

❛  DID  YOU  KNOW  that  in  all  the  nine  realms  ,  midgard  is  the  only  one  capable  of  producing  chocolate  ?  cocoa  beans  are  unable  to  grow  on  any  other  realm  ,  and  sugarcane  is  nearly  as  rare  .  most  sweets  on  asgard  are  sweetened  with  honey  ,  or  with  fruit  .  the  average  asgardian  commoner  has  never  even  tasted  chocolate  ,  and  even  the  richest  can  count  themselves  lucky  to  have  more  than  a  few  morsels  of  chocolate  in  a  year  .  ❜

her  academic  tone  almost  masks  the  intensity  of  her  stare  ,  the  way  her  unblinking  green  eyes  watch  the  other  woman  from  across  the  table  .  there's  a  smudge  of  chocolate  frosting  the  size  of  her  thumbnail  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth  ,  and  she  can't  help  the  way  her  eyes  fixate  on  it  .  ❛  the  amount  of  chocolate  in  that  cake  could  have  financed  a  small  army  on  asgard  ,  and  you  just  devoured  the  whole  thing  in  three  bites  .  ❜

                                                                                                 @cupidcrime​  ♥’d  !

[rosespore-blog]

TEARS  TRICKLE  OVER  FLUSHED  CHEEKS,  the  world  a  blur  from  waterlogged  lashes.  her  head  rests  in  the  others  lap,  and  even  in  this  state:  her  mind  a  mess  of  memories;  head  awash  of  flurried  thoughts;  the  world  itself  so  tantalisingly  confusing  and  cruel,  she  still  cannot  help  but  feel  the  slightest  smile  twitch  across  her  lips  as  the  others  fingertips  run  through  her  tangled  locks          ---------          a  tune  they’ve  played  a  thousand  times  before.  

it  is  times  like  these  she  truly  understands  her  mother;  her  thoughts  and  feelings  for  the  human  population,  that  perhaps  in  the  end  it  can  only  be  plants  one  can  trust.  plants   and  harley  that  is,  for  it  is  her  aunt  who  is  always  there  to  pick  up  the  pieces;  when  a  customer  gets  too  rough,  or  someone  decides  the  little  plant  hybrid  is  easy  prey,  even  when  the  world  itself  simply  seemed  too  much.  this  time  it  had  been  the  second  option,  a  man  she’d  never  seen  before  deciding  to  take  some  anger  out  on  the  ‘  freak  ’  as  he’d  so  eloquently  put  it.  his  hand  had  been  raised  in  a  strike  and  moments  later  she’d  found  her  own  clasped  around  his  wrist,  veins  flooding  with  toxins  and  moments  later  he  was   dead.  tears  had  already  been  welling  in  the  corners  of  her  eyes  as  he  fell,  not  of  any  sorrow  but  rather  the  unfairness  of  it  all,  that  she  could  never  be  normal,  never  fit  in.  she  had  not  wanted  to  see  her  mother  after  that,  simply  calling  to  ask  for  help  disposing  the  body  before  rushing  to  harleys.  and  here  she  was,  once  again  finding  the  age  old  question  escaping  her  lips,   “   aunt  harley,  why  is  it  so  hard  to  be  human  ?   ”

@cupidcrime  |   LIKED MY STARTER CALL  

[speedin]

Casual reminder ilu and think you’re one of the sweetest people on here ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you very much :)

[sonicanary]

dinah, do you still go to blockbuster for your porn ?? or do you have a buncha dirty mags underneath your bed ??

          “ … they are not porn mags for the record. it’s stockings catalogs.” 

harley no.  @cupidcrime