“He doesn’t like to cuddle. He likes to grip my hips and pull the fibers of pink tissue in shreds from my lip with his teeth. He throws his hands in the air like a messiah and leans his head out the open window. easy. breathe. codeine. breeze. We laugh loudly and kiss loudly and moan loudly. He mouths vulgar things that make me giggle in front of our friends. I run my hand along the seam off his tight black jeans beneath the table top. He rolls his eyes and smirks at me. We take every opportunity to touch, to feel, so secretly. So public. Exhibitionist pleasure. We play like children, tousling my hair and I climb on his back. We roll spliff after spliff and talk rapidly and vigorously and trip over each others sentences like a sidewalk crack. He says “us” like it means “amen” and his eyes burn wild with a fire of passion. We get drunk. Off of wine and skin and things we love. His smile erupts across his face like it could shatter his cheekbones. His eyes glimmer like a lake catching the glare of the moonlight. A glint of silver is growing up the side of his hairline. He thinks it makes him look distinguished. I laugh and agree. He loves to be so much older than me. He thinks it makes him wise. We spend a lot of time in hotel rooms with the doors shut. (We spend a lot of time outside of hotel rooms with our mouths shut.) He thinks the Xanax makes the sex last longer and I don’t argue. I always wake up first. I sit at the desk and work quietly and glance at him in the sheets. Vulnerable and quiet. Soft face. Soft sounds. A warm cup of coffee and marmalade light through the windows. We bond over love for our brothers. We fight over where the chord change should go. We tease, oh we tease. He likes clean socks and messy hair and he runs his fingers down my overall straps with a tigers grin. He writes his name in the fog on the mirror from where he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the glass. He loves soul music. We sing confidently and triumphantly. I tap my fingers like spiders legs across his bare chest and undo his buttons one by one. I toss my head back and laugh maniacally and pout my lips when he won’t be fair. He speaks like a pastor and trips over his words, his tongue struggles to meet his brain. That’s how a prodigy thinks. (Or it’s the drugs). He knows when my words are about him and he lets it all go to his head and I don’t care because I love to watch him love himself. We laugh and fuck and play and write and plot and say goodbye and never worry. He is my occasional constant. A parody of himself. A paradox of ever present and transparent. I don’t care what he is.”
It is your sworn duty, when you’re in your 30’s, to do something every day that would have gotten you viciously bullied in high school.
Getting a lot of comments and tags on this that are like “they bullied me for just existing:/” SO EXIST!!!! GET OUT THERE AND LIVE AND KEEP LIVING!!!!!!! KEEP ON BEING YOU!!!!!!!!!
I’m thinking a lot about Pleakley. Like this was the guy that the Galactic Alliance had on standby as the Earth expert. He was a government official, a pretty high ranking position all things considered. Which is why it’s really really funny that he managed to fuck it all up so fantastically that he was fired from his job, had his reputation ruined and was basically ditched by his employer on the planet that he was assigned a mission on for the unforeseeable future. You have to make a deliberate effort to achieve the groundbreaking levels of unemployment that Pleakley is at. This actually explains all of her actions in the sequel films and the series.
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
See that picture above? That’s a close up of my great grandmother’s immigration papers when she first came to the US back in the early 20th century. But my great grandma’s information isn’t the important part here. The important part is that line in the middle there about how they arrived in the country.
And how ‘stowaway’ is a legitimate, valid option to select.
So yeah. They absolutely just showed up, and that part of immigration history needs to be talked about a lot more.
REMINDER THAT TRAVEL VISAS AS WE KNOW THEM TODAY WERE INVENTED IN THE 1930S TO KEEP JEWISH REFUGEES OUT OF COUNTRIES THAT DID NOT WANT AN ‘INFLUX’ OF THEM, THEREBY FACILITATING THEIR GENOCIDE :)))))
Endlessly diabolical how you can’t say words like rape and suicide uncensored without either being criticised by idiots or punished by conglomerates.
It’s not r*pe, it’s rape. It’s not su*cide, it’s suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.
And it’s been proven that on certain websites, you don’t even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.
I attended an anti-suicide seminar in college. One of the big takeaways from it was that stigmatizing suicide increases the rate of suicide, because people who are feeling suicidal feel like they can’t ask for help. Every time I see babytalk garbage like ‘unalive’, I think of that.
Now that bts is coming back is anyone else seeing an insane amount of entitled army that aren’t treating the boys like people and don’t want them to rest and take care of themselves and immediately drop an album and go on tour right after they get out??? Cause I don’t like this. This is like the opposite of what happened after Festa 2022 when they said they were taking a break from group activities army was so supportive back then. Like what’s going on????
adventure time slang is weird cuz like. when you first watch the show and hear the slang you’re like “oh this is cringy slang but its not like awful” but it gets to a point where the voice actors deliver the slang so naturally you don’t even notice it and its just. part of the world’s vernacular. I can’t think of any other show that’s done in-universe slang like this
Finn: oh man the frappin dude just ginked up and went flipoo over the junkin fence
Me, 3 seasons into this show: wow he really did huh
It’s true but it’s also funnier knowing the storyboarders were usually just making Finn say fuck
this is math
i have spent years rewatching all 10 seasons and recording every expletive i hear in adventure time:
Filing these away for later.
I’m sure this will somehow be useful data for something I don’t yet anticipate
