Michael babygirl, I apologize now for the close-up screenshots of your mouth I am going to put on the internet. Call Neil if you have issues with it, it's his fault.
Honey, why are you chewing on a ball bearing? I was going to be lenient and say it's a glint off of some saliva but nah she's suckin on a damn pie weight. I didn't see her take a bite of any dippin dots, did you? Who let her near my stash of Buckyballs that I was hiding from the Consumer Product Safety Commission? Just because you are bbgurl doesn't mean you get to eat bbpellets.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.
what was that?
what did I just watch?
(!the umbrella academy season 4 spoilers!)
why is the 70yr old in a 19yr old ish man’s body kissing his brothers wife who is 20 yrs his senior while simultaneously 20 yrs younger than him?
Why’d they nuke Diego and Lila’s relationship like that?
why is Reginald and Abigail aliens?
why is nothing resolved?
what’s up with that subway, how did time work there?
why is there no dance number?
WHAT DID I JUST WATCH
don’t get me wrong, I’m very glad we got another season, I just wish that we’d had atleast some filler in there, some family bonding? Because they don’t seem like they’ve really seen eachother in years???
and why were so many characters just left to the side? No character development/negative character development (Klaus, five, lila, a little bit Allison)???
I’m very sorry, I am just wrecked from that whole season, just finished bawling hysterically like 30 minutes ago and am now eating a pirate pack. So I’ve got some mixed feelings going on….
on that note! If anyone has any good season 4 fics (fix-it, au, extended scenes, legit anything), they would be greatly appreciated in these trying times
TW: Pedophilia
Teenagers are rarely taught the reason why they can't consent to sex with adults.
And that's because teaching them that would completely unravel our coercion-based society.
It can be difficult to explain in detail the exact reason and all the specifics in a way that they will understand. But the simplest way to phrase it is that in some cases, even when someone agrees to something and even when they appear enthusiastic about it, there's too much of a power imbalance that it's no different than forcing them. Also, having power and being abusive doesn't require a conscious expectation to be obeyed.
Imagine a world in which every teenager understood that and was easily able to call out anyone who tried to convince them otherwise.
They'd know that there's no such thing as an employee consenting to working for a poverty wage, working in unsafe conditions, working long hours, or working without taking breaks. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to paying a bank overdraft fee. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to student loan debt. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to medical bills. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to generating profit for banks or landlords in order to have a place to live and being evicted or foreclosed when you lose your source of income. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to a police search. They'd know that there's no such thing as a child who's okay with their parents spanking them. They'd know that being dependent on someone does not mean that you can never criticize them. They'd know that if it's considered abusive to simply play along when someone obeys, then it has to be much more abusive to actively expect to be obeyed, which many adults do to them.
And people who benefit from a society based on coercion masquerading as freedom wouldn't like that.
So instead, teenagers are taught something dismissive. They're taught that what they want doesn't matter. They're taught that they're too young to know what love is. They're taught "it's the law". They're taught things that are insulting to their intelligence, which they'll naturally rebel against.
I don't want my cellphone to have AI I want it to have 3 days of battery time. I don't want my computer to have AI preinstalled I want it to have seven usb ports and high ram at affordable price. I don't want my games to have AI built levels I want them to be so optimized I could run them on a nokia.
okay so please hear me out here, this has been in my head since we found out Guillermo can’t really truly be a vampire (due to his van helsing genes). I’ve heard theories that Guillermo could be some type of energy vampire but personally it just doesn’t sit right with me, so here is my alternative.
First of all, do you remember the witches who used semen spells to stay young forever? What if Guillermo, who already has a link with those witches and continues to keep in contact with them regularly and most likely at this point has at-least a rudimentary understanding of how the potions are made, ends up as a witch/wizard?
Guillermo takes/is given the recipe for the immortality potion by the witches, uses it to stay alive forever and be with Nandor and the other vampires, and to finally be a part of the world he’s always loved (though not in the way he’s truly wanted, but I feel he would come to terms with that and end up enjoying not having to kill people to stay alive).
And! Though this bit is NSFW (but what part of that show isn’t), Guillermo could either cut ties with the witches or become friends with them (get Nadja some more female/femme friends too so she can watch Mamma Mia with!) and get the semen for himself from Nandor. Be pretty easy if those two end up together (THEY BETTER) and become a thing, because as much as I love to head cannon characters as asexual, those two are not ace. So honestly it’s a win win WIN situation!
Now this could be totally wrong but it’s been stuck with me for months and I thought I’d atleast share it with some people! Let me know if this makes any sense at all, and if you have any questions on the logistics of how this would work that I did not explain! <333
I'm trying to prove something.