Still in awe that they can adapt a book that has no Jewish caricature imagery in it toward the witch, the imagery was always on what ruined the things that the character once cared so much about, and decide to add blood libel and the most Dahl design witch because they couldn't adapt shit for shit
i’m so sad that in many ways the influx of micro celebrities like ~influencers (who are all about relatability) and the short turn over rate for larger stars has really knee capped the Pop Girl industry, like the girlies who dance, sing, and exude sexual appeal and are glamorous and above us all
it’s like twitter and insta really ruined The Vibes and then streaming/tiktok’s obsession with super short songs (or just caring about a single part of a song and using it for A Sound) with dance moves anyone can pull off if they try hard enough buried them
just thinking about Serena at the end of Brave New World, sitting in her office with her glass of wine, thinking: that did NOT go how it went in my head...
please stop following me because of this post. i am not a funny relatable meme blog.
also this post was about me forgetting significant life events due to CPTSD, but it is meant to be inclusive of anyone with a disorder or disability that causes them to forget things regardless of what they do to try to remember.
i know sometimes you can use lists or whatever to help yourself remember, but this does not work for all people in all situations. my original tags and the post itself imply this.
i do not check every note because i turn off notifications after 40 or 50 notes. i do not have the energy or desire to argue with all the people that bring up counter-topics. it's not my job to correct your poor reading comprehension.
i will turn off reblogs if people continue to follow me or make stupid arguments in the reblogs or comments. i don't like turning off reblogs because it's disappointing to see a post you like and not be able to reblog it, but i will if things continue the way they are.
original post:
"i would kill for you" "i would die for you" okay but would you forgive me if i forgot something important for the 51204th time in a row even though i tried my best to remember
parents are so crazy because they can say the most fucked up shit to you when your brain is forming and it sets the tone for your whole adult mind set and then they forget about it the next day
Video of a kitten at a vet’s office protesting loudly as it’s scooped from the floor. Another kitten turns around the corner and walks up to the camera, also protesting loudly for its friend. From here.
“broken builds” this. “use the orb” that. you fools. the true best strategy to beat honour mode is to encourage safer and smarter decisions throughout your adventure by roleplaying as none other than faerun’s central authority on occupational safety and workplace accident prevention legislation
◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.
◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.
◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.
◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.
◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.
◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.
◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.
◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.
◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.
"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.
◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.
◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.
◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.
◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.
◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.
◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.
◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.