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greetings, comrades !

my name is teeth / ark and i am 23 years old. i am queer and use he / they / it pronouns. i do not label my politics but am akin to a radical leftist - black lives matter, all cops are bastards, land back, anti-capitalist / commie, etc.

this blog is something of a clusterfuck in terms of content. i tag most of my interests / aesthetics if you wish to block anything. here are some other websites that i am active on: ao3, instagram ( art ), discord ( teethrotter#0710 )

relevant tags for personal media: art, writing

this is my wonderful boyfriend al :) i love him very much and he is my favorite

please let me know if you would like something specific tagged and i will do my best. bootlickers, capitalists, racists, etc. - from the bottom of my heart, eat shit <3

thank you for reading this far :)

#i have finally done away with my pages and am smashing everything here instead #do not mind it lol

dailymothanon

Soundwave and his many, many, many eyes… they don’t look like eyes, but they are… really, who needs friends when you’ve got Soundwave, who is always there, listening and watching you? He’ll listen to you laugh, and he’ll watch you cry; maybe there’s a comfort to know that even if you don’t see him, he’s there and he sees you

#tf #q

sshikazul-deactivated20260601

#tf #q

reverendrowdy

Use your PTO

cheesefags

2-YEAR CHEDDAR

from GRAFTON VILLAGE

I usually try to review cheeses virginally - that is, ones that I’ve never had before. In this case, this is a cheddar I’ve had many times before. But I couldn’t leave it off the blog, what with its obvious appeal to leather and rubber fetishists.

As far as cheddars go, Grafton’s 2-year aged isn’t going to shock you. It’s mild, light on the salt, with a slightly sweet and grassy flavour. It’s got a nice texture. It’s dense, more moist than I expected, and smooth.

So what is the deal with the gummi suit on this cheese anyway? Well, cheese has obviously been around a lot longer than fridges. Fresh cheeses like mozzarella are too moist to last very long outside of a cold place (bacteria and fungi do so love damp places), though I don’t think anyone was too mad about eating that stuff quickly. But cheeses that have been aged (and dried) more have some more preservation options, which is where cheese wax comes in. The wax is a physical barrier, stopping fungal spores from landing, and also blocks moisture and air, making the cheese a pretty unfriendly place to grow. Even drier cheeses can be bandaged in cheesecloth and then slathered in lard to preserve them while allowing some ventilation.

I gotta admit: hot wax isn’t really my thing. But cheesecloth bondage and grease… it has potential.

dumbpuppyfag

this site used to be awesome

pjackk

One time i got sucked up by a ufo im not joking

vampsprite

what happebned

pjackk

On god they were being super mean to me like they were flicking my head and shit the grey aliens were flicking my head and punching my nose and giving me noogies and shoving me and shit....

wizardjpeg

mostly i do god knows what

noknowshame

every time I go camping with my dad he gets annoyed if I won’t drink alcohol so this time I’ve decided to put a definitive end to that by uno reverse peer-pressuring him into doing magic mushrooms

noknowshame

dad quote: …..I feel like a moth…..

noknowshame

dad quote: I wonder how my life would be different if my father owned a speedboat. no. lets start with the basics. I wonder how my life would be different if my father loved me. and owned a speedboat

noknowshame

other highlights of the night:

took off his glasses and hearing aids because apparently he didn’t need them anymore

saw faces in two trees and made up an extensive dialogue between a 19th century british explorer and his frenemy a lowly ornithologist

explained to me in detail the entire plot of a movie called the incredible mr. limpet

went down to the docks (we’re camping at a lake) and began directing imaginary photoshoots

had to be physically stopped from enthusiastically waving down a police officer

polished off the night by listening to sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band. claimed to feel the disembodied presence of john lennon (we’ve all been there)

importantly, I was also high on an equivalent dosage and was fine