Today in the continuing adventures of cleaning out my grandparent’s house, my dad just called me to tell me he found a cup of mercury in the basement. It was in a little sealed crockpot lookin’ thing, apparently.
A cup. A full cup of it.
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Well, over a year later and I can still apparently make myself cry thinking about an aging Sam, nearing the end, asking Dean Jr. for help uncovering the Impala and getting inside, asking Jr. to join him this time, Sam in the driver's seat and his son in the passenger's because Sam feels closer to Dean that way, touching the steering wheel his hands gripped so often that it feels like he left imprints on it, like the steering wheel is an extension of him, and Sam tells Jr. some about those old days and his brother, and suggests they play through the tapes--now copies of copies of the originals, which Sam still keeps for sentimental value though they've mostly stopped playing altogether--and they sing along to some Zeppelin because Sam wants his son to remember him like this, smiling, and wants him to know how much he's loved, that Sam cherishes his son, but he also wants him to know--when I go, don't be sad. He's waiting for me.
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i don’t even feel human
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i truly do get the frustrations of having to see this washed out version of jason where he’s fighting with a crowbar and making halfhearted statements about self reform i really truly do but every time the response to these portrayals is people wishing he could be unhinged like he was in under the red hood as if that wasn’t just him going on a classist criminal elimination campaign i feel like the video of jane lynch throwing the guy down the stairs
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my new prescription glasses came in today AND A BITCH CAN READ AGAIN!!!
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DS9s “Gul Dukat” was a bit less terrifying in sweden than expected because “dukat” is a registered name for a very sweet chocolate bar here. And “Gul” means Yellow.
So in xlation his name means roughly something akin to “Yellow hershey’s kisses”, which is less pants-wettingly terrifying and more mouth-wateringly muchies inducing.
Pretty good chocolate, tho.
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hiii fawn i can't stop thinking about how gorou whimpers when u rub his ears :( he's so cute n i kinda wanna ruin him (shy n affectionate) he's very susceptible to getting pussydrunk,,, *soft n horny crying*
neither can i :((( i actually put it in a drabble i’m writing because he’s just so cute i cannot stand it!
so sensitive to your every touch, it all but sets his soul on fire. he’ll all but cum untouched with the way you toy with his fluffy ears, and kiss up the column of his neck. his hips thrusting into the air as he moans so sweetly for you!! he truly is the perfect boy, because when he’s soiled his pants he’s pinning you down to the bed because he’s in desperate need of the taste of you.
and he eats you out for his pleasure.
moaning into your cunt, gripping your thighs with such a vice grip you can barely even move because he’s so lost with the pleasure that is you.
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canNOT stop thinking about it so here are more responses to “what do you think about dnf?” when asked by dream himself
“i think dnf’s dynamics is like those of a master and their pet” and then I’d just disconnect immediately
“i think it says a lot more about you that you’re asking that question, actually”
“remember when you said you’re not dating and have no plans to date? why do you say it like that?”
“i think dnf getting married is legal. let me pull up the law books real quick”
“i think if netflix made a documentary about dnf, it would be a hit”
“i think they should bring memes with dreams back :|”
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I've been debating with myself if I should keep or trash the first two pages of the long comic I'm working on....since they're pretty brutal. (remember when I talked about putting a too gruesome part of a comic under the cut? It's that).
If I keep them: Instead of someone explaining how someone else died (wink) you would actually see the person die...... But while it has more shock/impact, it might be upsetting to some people....
.... But Tumblr is technically 18+ and I will put it under a cut AND put trigger warnings so if someone looks at it anyway then they're consenting to seeing it....
So - be shocking and keep the two pages, or abandon them and give said information on the third page in written form?
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I m gonna buy my man so many flowers istg I will plant a garden for him 😤😤😤😤😤😤
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you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
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Well these are. Something.
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i have tried to carry the world
but my legs tremble
and shoulders ache
god, i swear i tried
i need to rest.
i cannot be atlas.
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“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
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goin bowling. 🎳
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yes I want to fall asleep amongst my people in communal areas. yes I expect them to not wake me up
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art, intimacy, romance.
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genuinely cannot stop thinking about this letterboxd review
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Took my tiny child with me to the Halloween store. Walked in and immediately realized it would be a terrible mistake.
They had those jumpscare machine things everywhere, lots of spooky noise machines, scary looking animatronic things, crazy decorations, just the whole 9 yards and then some. I immediately went to turn around and leave when I heard a noise coming from my arms.
My one year old child who gets scared if we cough.... was laughing.
She makes this precious “eee!” sound and starts vibrating when she sees something she really likes, usually an animal or a balloon, and she points right at the big zombie thing by the door and does that. I carry her in past a huge 10 ft tall Pennywise inflatable, and she smacks me to tell me to stop so she can look. She ponders him for a moment, and his glowing light-up eyes, then points at his hand and shouts “BEEM!” Which is her word for “balloon.” She made us stand there under Pennywise for at least 3 minutes, which is a really long time for a one-year-old.
Then, she begs to get down, so I let her loose and she just books it all over the store. Finds the creepy demonic looking babies and shouts “BABY!” then gets this confused look on her face and tries to wipe the “dirt” off their faces. Decides it’s not worth it, goes and picks up a severed hand decoration, hands it to me and says “hand.” Yes, my dear, it is a hand. And yes, that severed foot has “toes,” you’re very right.
Finds the wigs, runs down the aisle shouting “hair! hair!” and grabbing her own sparse little headfuzz so hard I think she’s going to rip it all out. Then she found the speaker in the wall that was blaring Monster Mash and she demanded I pick her up so we could “DANSSSE”. But she got distracted by the big spider decorations, which she christened as dogs by running toward them and barking.
She ran up and down the aisles of costumes touching the fabric and making her little “tss tss tss” giggle that she does when she’s having Much Too Good a Time. Every so often she’d stop, look back to make sure I was there, and point at something and vibrate with her aggressive “EEEE!”
A man turned a corner wearing one of the creepy latex masks. He immediately started apologizing to me, saying “I’m so sorry, I’m looking for my friend, I don’t want to scare her.” Meanwhile my child is standing there looking up at him with the most confused look on her face. Not scared, just confused, like he is so dumb and she can’t figure out why he would want to make that stupid face for so long. But he rounds another corner all hunched over, she flaps her arms and sighs, and takes off to go scream at the creepy lawn decorations.
When it was time to go, nothing could convince her to come to me willingly, so I had to promise her one last look at the balloon man while I picked her up against her will. Pennywise placated her, and we left the store with a smile on her chubby little cheeks. She demanded we wait and watch the big inflatable-flailing-arm-tube-man out front, the one that was bright orange and had a jack-o-lantern face, and she bounced and wiggled and danced in my arms despite its fan being louder than the loud motorcycles that scare her on our walks. She waved bye-bye to it as we left for the car.
Basically, that was the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and it’s so crazy how so many things are culturally taught and kids are just... immune to that. All she saw was bright colors and things she recognized and could name, in a place she could explore and touch. She has no concept of clowns being scary or zombies being A Thing or what constitutes “creepy” and “spooky” and “gross.” To her, a severed arm with gore hanging out the end doesn’t represent pain or violence, it’s just “arm,” and it’s got some weird stuff on the end that’s funny colors. They’re just things, there’s no context for it.
The world is weird and beautiful and it’s so cool to see it through the eyes of someone who is so New to this planet and hasn’t been influenced by society and culture yet.
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Little Weirds by Jenny Slate
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