he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
I'd rather be in outer space šø
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being offered ai at every turn
Transportation
Okay but I love pictures of animals carrying their babies in slightly precarious looking ways, and the baby looks mildly concerned or displeased
Going places with Mama
How it feels to imagine a female character's voice as deep when you read the source and then watch an adaptation that gives her some Elmo ass voice
Human Is is a 1955 Philip K. Dick sci-fi short story where a guy goes to another planet for work and when he comes back to Earth his personality has flipped from an asshole to a sweet, kind, considerate man. Everyone's immediately convinced that an alien has taken over his body, this goes all the way to court, and in court his wife testifies that she's noticed no changes at all and so the charges are dropped.
And then there's a bit right at the end of the story as the wife and the husband are walking out of court:
Jill turned abruptly. "What is your name? Your real name."
The man's gray eyes flickered. He smiled a little, kind, gentle smile. "I'm afraid you would not be able to pronounce it. The sounds cannot be formed..."
Jill was silent as they walked along, deep in thought. The city lights were coming on all around them. Bright yellow spots in the gloom. "What are you thinking?" the man asked.
"I was thinking perhaps I will still call you Lester," Jill said. "If you don't mind."
"I don't mind," the man said. He put his arm around her, drawing her close to him. He gazed down tenderly as they walked through the thickening darkness, between the yellow candles of light that marked the way. "Anything you wish. Whatever will make you happy."
And I. God. There's something there. A soupcon of monsterfuckery. To tell your partner in a moment of intimacy that yes, you're something so inhuman that the lips you're stealing can't speak your actual name. You're a parasite that not only had the ability to burrow under this man's skin and take over his life, but you were so desperate to escape a dead, dry, blasted planet that you did.
And for your partner to then turn around and go "I know, I've always known, and I love you" is just. God I know it's not a great Dick story but something about it is making me lose my mind
Also it's explicitly stated that the guy's consciousness is still alive and preserved on the alien planet. Jill is told this and then proceeds to defend the alien anyways, ensuring that her husband's brain is stuck in a jar on a desert planet. You love to see it
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shitposting aside, horniness aside, full honest to god opinion
a monster fucker movie with full frontal would do fucking numbers right now. like regardless of genre (please no fucking horror) it would pop the fuck off in theaters
even if its straight like this big muscular werewolf is in love with this woman etc etc but you see his dick furries would go insane like you have no idea
like there would be so much controversy if its gay but oh my god it would set the world ablaze. i need to win the fucking lottery and talk to guillermo del toro
i didnāt know that about you, primeape
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Racism in fandom spaces is actually insanely bad and if you ever try to downplay or avoid conversations about it because "fandom is supposed to be fun" then I'm not sorry to say this: You're adding on to the problem.
I had someone ask me "where are the pokemon cards" and I tried to direct her to the kids section and she got really indignat and went "no. Pokemon cards. Theyre like, collectibles" and I had to go No I know what those are. Those are kids playing cards. Kids section
She was trying to look behind the counter where we keep Gold Jewelry and Gucci Purses for pokemon cards
imagine this heat and you roll over in bed an thereās some cunt there next to you. bruv id be inconsolable
you guys canāt fucking do anything
No creativity no innovation no nothing. Just dead minds where a living organ once sat, torn out in pieces by an unfeeling machine in the name of shares.
White people. Mass media. Internet users. Shut the fuck up about "skinwalkers." That's not. Well okay one you're entirely wrong about the concept and two stop co opting indigenous culture into your own "quirky" bullshit fuck you. This also goes for the other thing white people stole from native culture and took it to mean "scary monster šØ" that I'm not saying on account of yknow. Part of the point and the actual thing behind it is that you're not supposed to say the name. And I for one respect my culture I wish other people did too. Treat native cultures with the respect they deserve. Fucker.
the character in the fic: you really like me too? wow... i'm a little nervous about us maybe moving too fast... i'll do my best though, i think i can figure this out, haha! sorry in advance, i'm kind of a klutz! xP
the exact same character as soon as the sex scene officially begins: Grrrr, Watch Out Baby, Daddy's Gonna Rip Your Pants Off With His Teeth