Episode 2x10 of the Addams Family, "Gómez, the reluctant lover" is absolutely BONKERS. It's so kinky. There is consensual cuckoldry in this episode, out in the open. There is light BDSM at the end. It's amazing.
So there's this lady that falls in love with Gómez, right? One of Pugsley's teachers in fact. And she thinks is reciprocated!
So Gómez wants to tell her no. He has to let her down gently...
But Morticia won't let him!!!
She wants him to... well, you know. She asks Gómez to do it. Just do it, go on, be a man! Do it!
Gómez doesn't want to. That would be cheating!
But Morticia is very persuasive.
!!!!!
And Gómez is a very good boy, so he says he'll do it.
"I'll fuck that woman silly, Tish. For you"
But never forget: Morticia is the boss here. She sets the rules and the limits:
I'M HOLLERING.
So Gómez goes and does the deed with this poor lady that's in love with him or whatever.
But he goes crazy! He's too horny! He doesn't OBEY! Morticia says stop and he doesn't stop! Bad boy!!
So they have a chat afterwards... And it's just bonkers. I wish I knew how to make gifs. Screenshots for one of the horniest things I've seen in black and white:
I mean.
They aired this in the 60s. I'm speechless. And a little hot tbh.
Let's bring this energy back to the Addams Family, please.
coming back from the dead to ask for help volunteers
so im doing a research project for school to study the impact that social media and phone usage may have on gen z. and for that i made a survey! cuz i need to collect some data so i can reach to any conclusions
there are questions directed towards about any age group possible, so in that way anyone can contribute something :]
also! if there are any mental health professionals out there, or teachers, or even parents/guardians who would like an interview, you can contact me on e-mail:
the same goes for anyone who's gen z (between 14 to 28 years old) who wants to share thoughts, experiences, etc.
and that would be it! if you dont want to participate, then reblogging this post would be greatly appreciated :] thank you!
edit: also i may have to edit the survey for spelling mistakes...oops ;0; ANYWAY thank you so much if you reblogged and/or answered i really appreciate that a lot !!
I've been watching the series Invincible (it's with superheroes and it's kinda fun if you're into that go watch it). And there's this dude.
Dude's name is Rex Spload and he's a bitch. Complete ashole and all. But his design in the series is how I picture Feng Xin in modern AUs and I had to get it of my chest.
This is the bitch
No I could not find a picture where he is dressed or not covered in bruises because in 99% of his screen time he wears a mask.
Anyway someone please tell me you can see the similarly too because I'm slowly going insane over this <3
"It's always been you"? more like "It was always going to end up like this"
Listen. I'm a FAN of the "It's always been you" trope as much as many people on the tag. But consider something:
Mike slowly, but surely, started developing feelings for his best friend. Feelings that he didn't understand, because he wasn't used to them. So he felt scared and confused when they hit him in full force.
They had been developing for a long time, but it hadn't always been like that. Will's friendship had always been enough for Mike until he started longing for more, and he felt guilty, because he had no idea Will felt the same way.
When you're a kid (especially a closeted one in a small town) you're not really thinking that deeply about romance in the near or distant future.
But sometimes people are just right for you, because they bring out the best in you, they get you like no one else, you can be yourself unapologetically and they love you for who you are, the good and the bad. And the thing is, sometimes this kind of bond is platonic, and it doesn't make it less. Mike thought that's who Will for him, a sort of platonic soulmate. And he was content with that. They both were.
But then they started growing up, and puberty came with all sorts of changes, from feelings to voice cracks. Of course, Mike noticed the small changes in Will, and they were both changing, and suddenly it was not so easy.
It started out small, like Mike staring at Will for a(n even) longer time than he should. Then it was his hands, and Mike couldn't look away, taking in all the new details, from the way they fidgeted when he was nervous, to the careful and confident way he moved them when he painted, the brush strokes turning a canva into something full of life. Or his broader shoulders filling out his t-shirts in a way that they didn't use to, and he was starting to become way too aware of the way his eyes inevitably lingered.
But it didn't stop there. It's more than noticing the physical changes that come with growing up. It's also the way he started getting nervous around Will, far too self-conscious if their hands accidentally touched when they sat close together during movie night, or when their arms brushed. He became too aware of everything, from the way he carried himself to the way he spoke, and yet he found himself longing for the accidental touches and the time they spent together, no matter if it made his heart flutter or his hands sweat.
And it should be ridiculous because it's Will, his best friend, who's known him since kindergarten. He's seen him sick, has seen his worst haircut and clothes, has seen him all bloody and beaten up from another fight with monsters. And suddenly he cared about how his hair looked during a sleepover or whether or not Will thought he was cool?
It was something he wasn't used to. It was new. Things that used to be easy, actions that used to come naturally, were suddenly not anymore, and he didn't know what to do with himself. He never expected to struggle thinking what to say or do, because it had always been so easy when it came to Will.
It was hard for a while, and Mike wished they could go back to simpler times, back when he wouldn't think twice about hugging Will, or about sharing a blanket, and the easy way in which they'd share a sleeping mattress, whispering into each other's ears and exchanging stories in the dark.
But maybe that's the thing. Despite the awkwardness and nervousness, there was no one he'd rather spend more time with, no one that understood him as well as Will did, no one that made him feel so loved and appreciated and warm inside. So maybe just as it had been easy falling into a friendship with Will, it had been easy for the feelings to evolve into something else, deep and nerve-wracking.
So if Mike really thought about it, it made sense. It was sort of inevitable. The natural progression for his feelings. A blossoming feeling that couldn't be stopped and only seemed to grow more, more, more.
It wasn't always like that. It was new, scary, and sometimes uncomfortable. But change didn't necessarily had to mean bad. It could be good, too. It could be better.
We (The Panthers) were out doing food distribution yesterday and there was a homeless trans woman with cerebral palsy.
And just. Fuck me, man. It was all we could do to get her some estrogen. We gave her some razors but like. Can she even use them?
It felt more personal. Here was one of my sisters at the lowest she could possibly be and there was nothing I could fucking do.
I haven't been able to get her out of my mind.
She couldn't speak. She was terrified of men. She was on the corner begging for cigarettes. There was a smear going down her cheek from where she had applied her lipstick. She started crying when she saw another black transwoman. When she held me I could feel her drowning.
I appreciate the universe trying to help me out but that wasn’t quite what I had in mind 💀
Context: I’ve been obsessing over driders, monsterfucking, drow culture and Lolth for the past week, and today, I got out of the shower, put my pants on, felt a strange tickle DOWN THERE, so I pulled back the top of my pants and there was a fucking spider sat in the divot at the top between my ass cheeks.
Lucky I didn’t decide to sit down, little fella was playing a dangerous game. Also it was a garden spider, thank fuck. I don’t think I could handle having another false widow crawling over me
(Context again; around a year ago I literally woke up because of a tickly feeling and rolled over to find that there were WEBS spun around my arms and back, and the biggest fattest lady false widow I’ve ever seen went running across my bed and up the wall. I was fucking terrified like do you guys know how much those bites hurt if they get you??? 💀💀💀)
Anyway, cheers Lolth for sending your finest messenger to tickle my bum.