#snrrrrrk

[someheartlesslady]

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Freia: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out? Akane: …Have you never taken a shower before?

[blackhole-ntp]

Joke

How do you make love to an enby?

You lay/them

[jacksmusesdrv3]

Ryoma please-

[homestuckexamination]

Here's a joke. A page of time find themselves in Derse jail after getting caught trying to steal something. The officer says to the page, "You're going to be serving time up in here!"

[askspiderqueen]

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🌸… a curious fact.

“There is a species of spider that can lengthen the period of male erections to the point of pain,” the Spider Queen said plainly.

She tilted her head. “What? You didn’t say it had to be about me.”

[arathia]

i have been sitting here wondering how a univale as a kamen rider does a rider kick, is it an energy effect or do they do a rider punch instead, i suppose that I as the tokusatsu fan would be the one who would be able to say it with more confidence but i want your take

If they can manage the strength to flop off the ground into a high jump, their ‘kick’ equivalent would probably be an effective ‘Rider Kick’, considering a slug’s foot is the entire bottom of their body- Just plap that thing right across their face in an aerial twirl. That’d be such a silly image, I love it. X3

[cconfession-a-blog]

A stranger bumps into you when you walk on a dark alley at night, they mumble something that you hear loud and clear. It's your name and how will you die . So, what they sayd?

To any onlooker, the topic of conversation in the exchange that took place in the rain-slick alleyway late at night would’ve been impossible to determine- the expression of the deliverer the blank canvas of a prophet grown numb to their burden, the expression of the receiver painted with the trained control of a con who knew the value of information. From the latter, the readable emotions shifted from disinterest to quiet intrigue, to the indescribable hollowness following revelation. He would stop where he stood, calling over his shoulder to speak to the prophet though never properly turning to face him, as if the act of observing this harbinger would damn him to fate’s clutches.

‘How do you know?” Is what may have been asked, should anyone be close enough to overhear it, though if there was a response it was lost to the hum of electricity and neon. The stranger would keep walking, stepping into shadows and vanishing while the man in black was left to his thoughts, eyes affixed firmly to the reflections of color on the darkened concrete below.

Though never a man of Fate, he knew how these scripts played out. He was the villain of this story, even in his own- the man denied happiness and who steals that of others in retaliation, the man who seeks to destroy and ruin every light he finds in this world. The man born to lose. Whatever words the harbinger spoke to him rang true to him, and even if he wished to deny it, he knew it was what he deserved, and when his death came, justice would be served.

But long after the prophet vanished, the man in black would still stand in the alley, and the quiet sound of chuckling would be heard faintly over the song of falling rain. The flicker of a lighter would reveal the smirk worn on his expression, a cigarette lit as he turned to the sky with something of a challenge.

                    If justice ended at his pyre, then he’d be sure to burn as many of the bastards as                              he could down with him.

[liikkua]

that one time Fabian came back from a mission COMPLETELY BODY-SHAVED/WAXED and just NEVER TALKED ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED

IMAGINE PEOPLE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE [squints] something is wrong here but i can’t??? figure out what it is????