#butthole therapy

[spilladabalia]

#noise rock #1990s #jesus lizard #melvins #sonic youth #therapy? #butthole surfers #boredoms #unsane #jawbox #trenchmouth #flipper #rolling stone magazine

[kakashihasibs]

I start butthole physical therapy next week 😭

#they politely called it pelvic floor physical therapy #but we all know it's butthole physical therapy #ben gets personal #😭😭😭

[novadreii]

I had the most ~healing~ dream about my first evil ex (jk...ish), where I was cheated on. I was only 19 at the time, but this relationship has arguably impacted my ability to trust people more than than any other. In the dream, we had this amazing "closure" conversation about what went down that I never really got. Clearly, it was my subconscious speaking to me through both of our dialogues, and for once, it was a kind, loving, and realistic voice instead of the harsh one where I would shit all over my self-worth that I've dreamt of for years.

I had already processed this event in trauma therapy months ago (so that the memory alone didn't make me want to break down anymore), but it still felt like there was one missing puzzle piece that had to be placed. I woke up today after the dream feeling so light, and serene, and at peace with what happened for the first time in over 10 years. I realize that I haven't properly forgiven him until this moment, or known what forgiveness really meant.

#personal #emdr #i haven't really talked about it on here i don't think #but if anyone is curious about emdr therapy for cptsd i can elaborate on some of my experiences #it's been the single most transformative thing for my mental health and general state of being that i've ever done #the closest thing to witchcraft if you are someone who is stuck #in the same endless loop of how you've been hurt/neglected/let down by others in your childhood/past #and cannot seem to move forward and make healthy connections no matter what medication your doctor puts you on #not saying meds aren't good in conjunction but just damn #this stuff is changing how i think as a subconscious level and for trauma that is what is needed #because the pain is not surface-level anymore #you cannot consciously think your way out of it with cbt skills alone #i am so grateful tbh :'') #i forgive you you butthole lmao #but you really missed out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[floral-hex]

weeks of pretty good hearing and I wake up from a nap with everything muffled. Maybe it’s all the stress lately, because lord knows there’s a lot of that. Maybe it’s the severe lack of sleep and excessive caffeine. Could be worse. Maybe. I’m trying not to think about it degrading any more. I still have no sure idea what my triggers are. Anyway, everything is feeling hopeless, so I took my last “emergency” klonopin and I’ve got a lasagna in the oven. That’ll help, right? Lasagna? Doctor’s prescribe that all the time.

#I hate this I hate my body #so fucking stupid #I don’t think I really expected my hearing to stay as clear as it has forever but ya know… it’s a kick in the butthole #trying to relax myself but I’m just on edge #I need to do a couple more chores before I can feel decent about resting and I really don’t want to. but oh well. #my life is always falling apart #my mom is still in the hospital and my brothers aren’t really helping with taking care of everything #I mean they’re just teens and I don’t know how to tell them what to do bc I’m a stupid people pleasure and am so picky about chores #I don’t know how to relinquish control over mundane tasks bc I feel like I HAVE to do them. I know how to do them best (delusional) #I guess it’s good I at least have therapy tomorrow but really that’s one hour of trying not to cry #cathartic? yes. the kind of break I really want? mmmm not particularly. #I guess I could always just go somewhere and sit for awhile. I may have to do that #‘ground’ myself as they say #if my body would just cooperate #oh well 🤷🏻‍♂️ #this isn’t important #you can ignore this #too much whining and it wasn’t even about my hearing for most of the tags 🙄 #my hearing sucks! #just come hold my hand #text

[kessellluvr]

you know better - nsfw!

pairing: adult!lottie x afab!reader

WARNINGS: adult content, gp!lottie :33, jealous!lottie, spanking, cunt slaps, size diffrence, pounding, anal, breeding

"i think you´ll make staying here alot easier for me." the new patient told you, you smiled, taking ahold of her hand to calm her down a little - you didnt notice your girlfriend, lottie, standing across the room, her eyes burning into your back. you were just being friendly, really - but charlotte didnt like it, she didnt like having you touch anyone else than her. you let go of her hand and went to show her around the compound, showing her the diffrent therapy rooms, the dining room, the gym, the art room and lastly her private cabin. "this i where you´ll be staying, i hope you like it.." you said with a smile, handing her the keys, hand lingering on hers maybe a little too long but you didnt think much of it.

later that day you had returned to yours and lottie´s cabin, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner for you and lottie - humming softly to the music playing in the background. the front door clicked open and your turned around, meeting lottie´s cold gaze, you were a little taken aback. she didnt say hi, just walked next to you, totally avoiding eyecontact. "bad day?" you asked her, clearly confused. "did you have fun with her?" she asked, almost snappy. you scoffed, clearly offended "excuse me?" she shot you an angry glare - stepping closer to you and pressing you back against the counter "you held her fucking hand." lottie hissed, gripping your chin to stop you from avoiding her gaze - she towered over you, she was so tall compared to your 5´1ft self. "y-yeah well she was nervous and i thought it might help to calm her-" you were cut off by lottie´s hand laying over your lips "i dont wanna hear your pathetic excuses." she hissed again, her other hand going to your hip - lifting you up so you were sitting on the counter. your eyes were wide as she went to tear off your blouse, throwing it away - revealing your chest, covered in her marks. she smirked, running her thumb over the yellow-ish bruises. "i thought this was enough to have you remember who owns you.." she murmed quietly, hand moving to your breast - cupping it and slowly massaging it. her other hand fell from your mouth and went to start paying attention to both your tits, you let out a whimper as she did so.

lottie´s pants fell to the floor with a thud, she eased off yours too - along with both your panties. her cock was throbbing hard at this point, your cunt dripping. her hands fell from your boobs to your thighs, lifting them up - pulling you closer to her, pressing the tip of her cock against the rim of your butthole. your eyes widened, whimpering as her skin made contact with yours. "mommy´s not gonna hurt you.." she cooed, slowly pushing foward - making you yelp out her name, she chuckled, feeling your walls stretching around her lenght. your nails scratched the countertop, tears spilling from your eyes as she started to thrust back and forth. "who owns this pretty little body?" she asked between grunts. "m-mommy lottie does.." you whimpered, your cheeks stained in tears - she started thrusting faster and harder "thats right." she said, her hand coming down to place a slap onto your clit, making you cry out "ow!" lottie chuckled, hands now digging into yout hips again - she shut her eyes, feeling her lenght twitch inside your tight hole, spurting strings of cum into you. you felt her warmth filling you up as her moves got slower, the knot in your stomach slowly dissapeared as you let out a long drawn moan - feeling yourself cumming for lottie. suddenly she pulled out, jerking her cock over your cunt - shooting some more cum out and spreading it over your pussy with her thumb. "mhmmm mine." she hummed before slipping her cock into your sleek pussy, slamming it all the way in and hitting your cervix - making you cry out as your eyes rolled back in your head. „m-mommy please- s-stop..“ you begged her - „tsk tsk tsk, mommy‘s not done until she bred your little cunt.“

you whined, feeling her relentlessly pump in and out your cunt - you got wetter and slippier by the second and she stuck her tounge out a little, concentrating on keeping herself buried deep inside you. lottie felt your walls clamping down on her - the long vein on her cock pulsed, making it twitch as she shot her load deep inside your womb with a long groan. she kept slowly thrusting in and out your fragile body, eyes fluttering as her spit drooled down at you „youre mine..“

AN: i wrote this in like 15minutes just to appreciate jealous lottie :3

#yellowjackets #lottie yellowjackets #lottie mathews x reader #simone kessell #lesbian #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews smut #charlotte matthews #mdni

[killermchann]

hiiii lookin for more noise rock enjoyers. pls interact if u like any of these bands

the jesus lizard / scratch acid

brainiac

cherubs

big black

today is the day

cows

dinosaur jr

arab on radar

melvins

lightning bolt

drive like jehu / hot snakes

sonic youth

unwound

butthole surfers

coughs

other music i like under the cut

primus

ween

kyuss / queens of the stone age

wilco

sleater-kinney

jawbox

bauhaus

nin

alice in chains

helmet

dystopia

pixies

nirvana

smashing pumpkins

radiohead

therapy?

boris

electric wizard

acid bath

system of a down

deftones

tool

i also post about daria, king of the hill n beavis & butthead a lot

thats all ✌️

#noise rock #post hardcore #the jesus lizard #melvins #sonic youth #dinosaur jr #unwound #scratch acid #nirvana #deftones #indie rock #have i spammed enough tags yet

[theweirdwideweb]

Am I a butthole for straight up changing my info/contact and just not telling certain people? Therapy showed me I’ve put up with so much mistreatment and invalidation over the years. I don’t want people having access to me anymore.

No this is a boss move. Fuck em.

[througheyesthatsparklepics]

Retail therapy

So my marriage does not look like your average one. We are a diverse, unique and very sassy couple.

Off we go in the car. I raise my dress to reveal my hold ups clinging to my curvy thighs. Raise further to reveal the crotchless panties exposing my swollen hungry cunt. I was to say at the least rabid for him/her. My ample boosom was clad in a lacy black bra and I released my titties from their cage letting them bounce along on the ride.

Their eyes couldn't drink the view in fast enough. Queue instant erection 😈

He/she slid down their jeans to give some space to the poor erection that was straining to be set free from the pretty panties and their stocking'd legs made me crave devouring them wholly. That was a sweet ride of a handjob they got all the way there.

My pussy dribbled and ached to get fucked hard. Needless to say we eye fucked each other all day shopping. Grabbing a feel when we could.

Shopping complete we crawl back into the car for the ride home. Upon meeting the motorway and as darkness descended I slipped off my dress and sat there beside them fingering my juices from my wet slit. Again their jeans came down and instant erection sprang up to greet me. There was no holding back now. My feral state was insatiable and I was getting me some of that goodness.

Leaning over the centre console I impaled my face on that monster cock. My ass up in the air for all who cared to notice. They slid a finger into my butthole as I sucked divine life from them bringing them to the edge over and over again. Coming up for air and to finger and taste myself occasionally. That was the wildest drive home ever and completely exhilariating. We WILL be doing that again. That night we fucked like 2 crazy teens. Over 30 years together and love grows stronger every year and the sex just gets wilder. I feel so very blessed to have my t-girl/husband to share my days with. We have had some very interesting fun along the way but that will be for another storytime 😉

#married life #sexy tease #t gurl #hotwives #sexy content #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #couple #drive #througheyesthatsparkle

[realgratefulanon]

2024 GOALS

- fuck bitches get money

- kiss boy(s????)

- go to therapy

- pass Butthole Class

- eat soup

- graduate

- sleep so tightly (so the bugs don't bite)

- head

- inner peace

- eat fruit

- appreciate the small moments in life that make it worthwhile

- head

- meet new people and enjoy their company

- take immense joy in the art of creation to get in touch with my childhood self and to find harmony within life as I know it

- head (receive)

- swim in creek

- belly laugh

- hold friends and family bc I love them

- head (get)

#nye #rule #sloppy toppy #whimsical #shitpost #r/196 #new years resolution #sh!tpost #all nighter

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the butthole (I don’t like swearing) for being the cause of my (former) enemy’s (they are now my friend) best friend (crush?)?

Hi! I (??? I’m a kid! NB) said I’d make a separate AITB post about this (I’m the same person who caused my friend’s dad’s death >.<) so here it is!

For context on the situation, the citizens of the land of the sky sent down this plant that grew really big (it uprooted my house and our king’s (?? M, I’ll call him D) castle) as a sign for help! I went to check on D, but when I got to the castle, I saw that T (?? M) was capturing him! I tried to stop T, but he got away. So I followed him all the way to T’s friend (?? F, I’ll call her S), who happened to be the queen of the sky land!

My focus at the time was saving D, who T had mistaken as “the Hero of the Lower World” for some reason. T used D (T’s a puppeteer! I think that’s how you spell it >.<) to fight me, so I was forced to defeat D, and then S started to fight me! She was super mean, and she was mean to T too! I ended up defeating her (at some point T realized that S was definitely not the way she was before, and he helped me defeat her) but S ended up dying in the process. I know that if I hadn’t defeated her, she would’ve tried to take over my home, and she probably would’ve gotten worse, but T really liked her, and I don’t like killing people. :(

AITB?

Edit: Apparently T already made a post about this from his point of view! Yes, T told me about the mirror, and I know D shattered the mirror! Knowing the mirror is shattered does make me kind of happy, but there's someone who lives on the other side of the mirror that I like to visit. :(

Edit 2: T told me that the mirror was fixed! The guy that came out of it is the mirror version of M! (for those of you who didn’t see my other post: he’s my friend/father figure) M’s mirror version can be super mean, but (from what M told me) he just wanted to duel M.

Edit 3: What’s therapy? And why are you guys telling me I need it? :o

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[mygwenchan]

Zouey, baby boy, I know you mean well, but this definitely isn't the right time for a therapy session... Fuck it if Captain hates Puen for no reason, we all know he's an asshole. But right now there are more important things to do!

But didn't Puen say he only gave Keen a bj that one time when he first joined the rugby team? Either Captain is exaggerating or Puen was lying...

Also, Soong had sex with Keen as well. He must be glad that he didn't reveal that fact during the party game. Who knows what kind of drama that would've caused between First and Captain... Here is to hoping that Soong can keep his secret!

I think that's the chat Aob saw as well, right? In any case, Captain you're being a dick again. Don't go around looking through other people's phones!

Ohhh~ Ok, so First knew that Captain had some beef with Puen and he deliberately hurt him? Damn... that's pretty bad. Sorry First, but you fucked up and Zouey is rightfully angry with you

And here we have the core of the problem when it comes to all those "unfortunate accidents" that First has caused: He thinks just because someone initially agrees to something that it gives him the right to do whatever he wants with them. I wonder if First has a low empathy level? Cause it seems to me he's not really able to feel compassion or see things from other people's point of view. At the very least he should know: A ripped butthole is definitely a sign to stop 😥

Um... Zouey, what does that mean First knows what Porche AND YOU WENT THOUGH?! What's this about now? Is it about that time Teena overstepped? Or something else? 😨

Oh boy, now Captain and First have their feelings hurt by Zouey... Zouey is right though. Both First and Captain keep hurting people, which really isn't ok

Yeah, I don't think Zouey sees himself as the main character and neither does Nont.

BUT this scene makes it obvious that something hasn't been working out between Captain, First and the other guys in the group for a while now. It's true that Zouey keeps telling these two (and Porche also) how horrible they are, what bad friends they are and that they're the reason why whatever happened to Nant, did happen. Zouey already did that in ep1: "We should admit that Nant disappeared, because he has bad friends like you guys." But as we know by now, Nant disappeared because he was investigating Jason and bit more off than he could chew. Captain and First pushing Nant to have sex had nothing to do with it. So in a way I can understand why Captain gets upset with Zouey. He feels mistreated and misunderstood.

But guys... the mission? Nant? Getting Jason a place in jail? No? Doesn't matter anymore, I guess

The fellowship broke up 😥

The way Nont holds on to Zouey as if he's saying "Don't leave me as well, please. I can't do this alone" 😭

And that's the end of episode 11! Three more to go and who knows what might happen next~ 🤗

#playboyy #playboyy the series #playboyy ep11 #gwen's watchlist

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators: Ch 3 - PANTS!

And chapter three is up! You find pants! And disappoint your ancestors! Also, Astarion is here now, but with the language barrier, all communication is in charades.

On AO3

Whoever thought up camping needs to get their teeth smashed out with a brick. You’re pretty sure Hammurabi chiseled that into a stone somewhere.

Your ragtag squad of weirdos bustles around a clearing they found just off the trail. You’re far enough away from the wreckage of the butthole ship that traces of the stench only occasionally drift over you when the wind shifts. As night falls, your mental states unclenches. The python strangle the panic has eases enough for you to be aware of how your left side hurts. You’ve been laying, unmoving, for a while now.

But it’s your bladder that does it.

You’ve had funks before, hence the medication (and there’s a fun thought: brain zaps out in the middle of nowhere/space). This episode is shorter than most. You can’t tell if that’s because of all the progress you’ve made (yay, therapy!) or because you’re still very much in a survival situation in which a freakout is entirely warranted (yay, therapy).

Mumu glances up when you push yourself to your feet. He’s got a tent with rugs and baubles all set up. Goth Girl is making a little tipi out of sticks, and Pasty is nowhere to be seen.

There’s not going to be any bathrooms around.

Or toilet paper.

Jesus christ.

Then Mumu is crossing over to you, holding out a pair of pants, and suddenly, he’s your favorite person in the world.

He says something. Smiles. Holds them out.

“Thanks,” you say. You’re sure he doesn’t understand English any more than you understand pigeon, but he seems to get the gist of it.

Now, how to pee in the woods.

*

Which is a ghastly business. Fancy word, “ghastly.” But accurate! The tunic hitches up easily enough, and you have the foresight to set the pants aside until you’ve finished. Unfortunately, you’ve not super athletic (or flexible), and balancing while squatting and trying not to touch anything ends with piss all over your right calf.

“Kill me now.”

There’s got to be water, somewhere? People camp near water?

That water is the ocean—it is salt water you’ve crashed into. You glance around, find nobody, and shuck off the tunic to give yourself a scrub that almost takes off a layer of skin. There’s no snakes in the ocean; at least not this close to shore. Right? Too late. The salt is going to wreak havoc on your hair. But hey, no more slime or soot or blood, so that’s worth something.

One leg into the pants and you wonder when the last time they were washed. They don’t smell bad? Just neutral? But someone running around with archaic weapons and sleeping in archaic tents is not going to have a washing machine, you fear.

You try really hard not to wonder if Mumu goes commando, and where his junk might have rubbed in here if he does.

The fire’s going when you get back. Goth Girl digs around in a pack and produces what looks like thick crackers. She gives you a cool once-over when you ease yourself down nearby. You’re barefoot, toes dusted in drying sand, your thankfully short hair dripping onto the neck of your tunic. Good thing the night breeze is warm.

She hands you a cracker. You take it and thank her. Eating is a small task you can focus on, an easy achievement.

You smell vaguely of seaweed. No one says anything to you. Mumu talks enough for everyone, it seems. When Pasty slinks in, he doesn’t join your little campfire circle, retreating to the edge of the firelight instead and propping himself up against a large rock.

How does one sleep outside, you wonder as seven generations of Cherokee ancestors stare down at you in Disapproval. Which is rich, considering Cherokees lived in towns for a reason. That reason being that they knew camping was bullshit.

*

You sleep in the dirt, it turns out. Mumu and Goth Girl both pull a tent out of literal nowhere—magic bags? Is that a thing here?? Some kind of space-warping, bigger-on-the-inside alien tech???

Mumu offers you a sleeping bag, of sorts. It smells a little musty. The night seems clear and warm, so you opt to lie on top of it while the lucky two retire to their individual tents. Leaving you and Pasty outside.

He seems to be about as out of sorts as you. Shifts against that rock of his a few times. Frowns at the dirt and grass. Until he meets your gaze.

Mumu had offered him a sleeping bag too, which he’d declined. He cocks his head at you now. Says something you choose to interpret as, “Greetings, fellow dirt napper.”

You nod back.

He’s not laying down. Seems content to sit cross-legged against his slab.

Now that your head is clear(ish), you can actually look around. One moon hangs in the sky. A lot of stars, but you don’t see any of the three whole constellations you know. And there’s no Milky Way.

When you look back down, Pasty is watching you. His hair is a goofy-looking fluff of silver. His eyes catch the firelight just so, like a camera flash, and reflect back a red glow. Super pale, red eyes. An albino elf? (Elf??)

His clothes look fancy. Spirals of embroidered lines curl around his jacket—is it a jacket? Your schooling sucked and you haven’t sent yourself down a “historical fashions” rabbit hole yet.

Except it would be “alien fashion”, wouldn’t it? And how the fuck do aliens, hell, and what you’re pretty sure is a fucking wizard all mesh together?

You rub your face with both hands.

Pasty says something. “Pasty” is probably insensitive, isn’t it?

“Hmm?” you say.

He repeats himself, gestures to the sleeping bag you sit on. You try hard not to stare blankly at him—”you look like such an idiot when you just stand there”—and end up flapping your hands around in a way that makes even less sense.

Pasty—no, Fancy Pants—stands and dusts himself off. Motions to you—lay down, you think, sleep—and presses a palm to his chest. Then waves to the area around you and then up to his eyes.

Lookout, your brain chimes in. Staying up to keep an eye out.

You really should have realized that sooner. A bunch of UFO survivors camped out near the wreckage need to keep watch. God knows what else could be out here or looking for y’all.

(If you’re all abductees, why do these three all speak a shared language?)

No. Fancy Pants is right. You need to sleep.

“Thank you,” you say, though his vague, unwavering smile shows he didn’t understand.

You’re done thinking for today. You’ve been through enough. It’s time to sleep. Slip into nice, safe oblivion where everything is fine and nothing is wrong and you’re not always two seconds away from another breakdown.

About two hours before dawn, the sky opens in a downpour.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #fanfic #it's a goddamn isekai #i'm not sorry #astarion x tav #slow burn #no betas we die like men #feeding alligators

[fair-fae]

Your butthole could save me

Therapy would be better

[thedoodlersdomain]

So, i’m only now just watching ep 26 because I lost motivation to listen for a but BUT IM BACK AND HOLY SHIT. So here’s some live reactions to it:

Bit the inside or my lip while eating from laughing at the mental image of Link trying to do a pull up on the shower curtain and just tanking it

Normal is either gonna rock the style at 24 or it’s gonna look absolutely horrific-

THE BOOING FOR SCARY’S INTRO

I gotta hear the Butthole Ricochet album

Real organ dice would be fucking dope as hell

Ngl I genuinely wanna sign up for organ donation just to get those dice

SELL AN ORGAN FOR THE DICE (honestly i would)

Literally just finished ep 25 before starting this and i’m still in shock about what happened.

The mental image of Willy getting the shit beat out of him is so nice.

I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT HERMIE NO MY BOY

You get a mech suit, you get a mech suit, EVERYONE GETS A MECH SUIT. (Except for May)

oh shit may has magic hell yeah

God if I was frozen in place for two months I genuinely would never recover my fucking body would just stop i would never recover from that pain

gotta shake your head yes and nod it no

grant ;-;-;-;-; someone please get the li-wilson boys therapy

father-son bonding: panic attack pacing

Well now I relate to Taylor more because the feeling of having your braces tightened enough to make you lisp is too real for me that shit hurts so much

Taylor getting his life lessons from anime is literally me as a kid

ANIME ISNT REAL THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF UNDYNE AND ALPHYS IN UNDERTALE

Link now canonically has selective mutism in my mind and no one can convince me otherwise

Does Scary even know where the anchors are though because I thought it was only Normal that knew?

“Anyone can walk back from the darkness.” Ayo Will how can you just say these things and not expect me to be IN PAIN

WAIT TERRY NO OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT HIM KNOWING ABOUT HOLY SHIT

Fucking goof dimension-

THE FART PORTAL

Lark is a mood as always

Sparrow ;-;-;

oh damn Normal-

NOT THE PROBABLY

Aaaaaand end of podcast lmao

Taylor is so fucking extra and I love it so much

ROLL FOR OBNOXIOUSNESS

RUN BITCH RUN

oh shit initiative time

Taylor has 1000% been dreaming of having a break down like that

ethnicity-

Give the white guy the nat 20

FUCKING ICE CLIMBERS IM WHEEZING

LARK ‘THE IMPORTANT ONE’ GARCIA OAK

OOOO ITEM LETS GO

oh shit OH SHIT Y E S

psychologically devastation: the best attack type

Lark has zoomies now

o u c h

LINK AHHHHHHHH

the li-wilson boys need therapy ;-;

oh damn

OH DAMN NO GRANT NO WHY

from nat 1 to nat 20 big up Taylor

OF COURSE HES GONNA NARUTO RUN

yup totally planned difficult terrain

Taylor & Hermie have the best dynamic (still gives me whiplash to know he’s taylor’s uncle)

All hail the whale

MAGIC USER SPARROW

fucking soy boy-

ah yes a kids movie where adults kidnap children

NOT THE EXTRA SOUND EFFECTS

irl dm murder too test the accuracy of an attack is the real dnd life

rip terry ;-;-;-;-;

THE FUCKING CONTENT WARNING

D O M I N O E S

no take backsies

THE PARABLE OF THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER

“anythings a parable if you take the wrong message from it” honestly Anthony do be speaking truth

i’m now evaluating the mental image I had of the whale because for some reason I really have been picturing just like a tiny pokémon sized whale in like a little cuboid fish tank and it’s taken this long for me to be like “oh wait. they said a whale and meant an actual whole ass whale. what the fuck-“

the whale of conflict creation

THE NINJA ROCKS HOLY FUXK (might start caring around ninja rocks in case i ever need to break a whale out of a tank to escape parents trying to stop me from stealing an amplifier with magic)

this entire plan was nearly all for nothing-

i need this episode animated in like a proper tom & jerry style cartoon episode

NATTY 20 HOLY SHIT

this is such a dumb episode i love it

Hermie really said ride or die

Rip the whale

HERMIE NOOOO ;-;-;-;-;

GRIPPY SOCKS

OH SHIT SCARY AND WILLY ARE GOING BIG BROTHER MODE

insight into the mind of taylor swift

BB banana skin marbles gag

ayo is Lark gonna drown-

hermie and taylor drown everyone challenge

LARK’S UNCONSCIOUS IN THE WATER HE’S GONNA DROWN

this episode is so dumb i’m wheezing

GLENN COMING IN FOR THE CLUTCH YES

sparrow please save your brother-

GRANT GOT KNOCKED UP I- what in the DC Joker

LINK JUST HIT PUBERTY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HIS VOICE FUXKING DROPPED WHAT THE FUCK

i love hermie so much ;-;

THE NO-BETRAYERS CLUB i need merch

link ;-;

oh god what’s gonna happen

somethings gonna happen

JUST TWO CASUAL PEOPLE

OH SHIT WILLY NO

O H M Y. G O D.

TAYLOR

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #ep 26 #live reaction #rambles

[kimarisgundam]

I seriously don't know how this happened, but we ended up playing DnD WITHIN our Cyberpunk Red campaign as our characters 😐

Our ripperdoc suggested we participate in some activities/hobbies our Solo likes to help him regain his sense of "self" (part of his cyber psychosis therapy)

My friend's Solo is heavily chromed and dangerous as a merc... but he's still a 19 year old kid who likes video games and TTRGPs 😐

Our Nomad forced our party to accompany him to a hobby shop... so that's how we ended up playing DnD 😐

Our DM is facepalming now cos she's like "how tf did I end up running a DnD campaign as a NPC in Cyberpunk Red???"

As irl friends, our DnD sessions are always super wholesome and fun with great teamwork

But as our Cyberpunk characters... all I can say is:

All our characters have deeply rooted emotional trauma from living in Night City

The trauma often makes them behave like buttholes towards each other

The DnD campaign is so chaotic cos as our characters, we are sabotaging each other cos we are literally that petty 😅

#omg Dnd in Cyberpunk 😅 #personal #cyberpunk

[olderthannetfic]

TW for animal cruelty.

Antis' argument that anybody who writes fucked up stories must be fucked up too is honestly very, very funny, because it comes with the implication that anybody who writes fluff or stories without what they don't approve of (violence, a certain t/b dynamic, a kink that is too kinky) must be very balanced.

In high school I knew a girl who enjoyed making others uncomfortable, to the point that I knew way too much stuff about this (now) woman's sex life, including in depth descriptions of her boyfriend's butthole. She was also very excited at the idea of slaughtering pigs because a family member of hers had a farm, and once spent about 20 minutes telling me all about how she had purposefully gotten the wrong vein to make the animal die a slower death.

It was very mentally taxing, to be around her, and one of her exes got a restraining order against her because he was afraid for his life.

You know what she wrote? She wrote Twilight clones in which the MC is swept into this romantic story with a supernatural guy who doesn't believe in violence and wants to put a ring on her before having sex with her, and when the MC becomes a supernatural creature too, she uses her new powers to fight crime. The fics she read were very vanilla too, often without any sex at all.

When you talked to her, she'd get all giddy telling you that she had spent the weekend shaking chicken eggs to make sure that the chicks would be born severely deformed, or about how she had been looking up bestiality porn until her mom had barged into her room to yell at her for looking up something illegal; but then she'd write the most vanilla stories, all stuff that would've gotten the seal of approval from antis and would've made them call her wholesome.

(And before someone tries to argue that she must have been faking how she acted with people, I can assure you that she wasn't: her parents sent her to therapy because they were worried about her violent and sadistic tendencies)

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