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#I’m not THAT smart
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People talk a lot about the multiverse theory and use space signals to back it up. Cool. I love that.
However, why has nobody ever considered it’s human beings from the future? Sound crazy? Why?
We can see stars long dead and watch whole planets and galaxies collapse from our cozy spot in the future. Why can’t we, in the present/past obtain signals from ourselves in the future?
Curiosity? Warnings? Just a connection? Who knows but it’s something worth considering if you can’t find answers anywhere else.
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gayvbros · 2 years
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6 for Rusty? (I had to)
6 musical: Rusty never shuts the fuck up about his failed musical. Sometimes the boys will try to ask him what he’s working on and he’ll say something scientific but it’s actually Rusty 2. The rest of the family has to wear earplugs at night sometimes because rusty is belting out songs and will NOT shut up!!
As for rusty’s singing voice, babies cry when he sings. During that episode where he writes the musical and he was singing and it honestly wasn’t bad? Forget about that. Every other time he sings it cracks glass. He’s off pitch and his voice goes way too high. Sometimes the boys have to beg him to stop.
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godlike-housecat · 2 years
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my masculinity sucks
I’m way more feminine than anything. I identify as a trans male, i refer to myself as a male (most of the time), i don’t mind other people calling me a male or my partner calling me their boyfriend.
all fine things but theres one problem. i also don't mind people calling me a female (well i kinda had to get use to it because i haven’t come out to my fam yet but still), i also don’t mind my partner calling me their girlfriend. And im also just really really feminine (like i said earlier) and hardly masculine in general. So. FUCK MAN WHAT DO I DO. IM COMFORTABLE WITH THE TERM TRANSMASC BUT CAN I EVEN CALL MYSELF THAT IF IM NOT MASCULINE IN THE SLIGHTEST ? ? ?
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qweenofurheart · 1 month
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i can imagine that a phase of tim’s ceo life involved being a sort of corporate vigilante
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Men sure will simultaneously talk down to u while desperately asking for ur help
#this is a me problem I need to stop being nice#but I just feel BAD sometimes#like. I know I’m smart but the fact that I know more than him#after studying for 3 days#when he’s been studying for a month#just tells me that either he’s just fucking dumb or he’s not trying#I’m not THAT smart#I just think he isn’t putting in the effort rlly#but this is his background. he keeps being like ‘this is MY background I know everything’#and I have to both correct him#and stroke his ego#and u know how difficult that is to do.#I’ve been going ‘well operationally I think this is how it works! I see where you’re coming from but I think you’re over complicating it#because you know so much more about this than me’#like. I genuinely have to talk like that. to get him to Listen To Me#so he doesn’t fail by saying the dumbest fucking things#but also why. why am I putting in effort why didn’t I just listen to Leah#I need to be better about boundaries probably#but I felt BAD OK. that’s gonna be my justification when she inevitably yells at me for giving him all these answers#I give HER answers too#but at least she’s useful back#Idk I’m being nice I am ensuring the success of my coworkers. but maybe I should stop cause I really really really don’t like being talked#down to like that. the man literally talks to me like I’m a small child in need of handling.#while furiously copying down all my answers#like the cognitive fucking dissonance UGH#I always leave these calls mildly irritated and bitter and I Need to stop talking to him again maybe#one day. I’ll look and sound older#and maybe thirty year old men won’t treat me Like This#it’s actually so funny how the older men who are like 50+ are SO sweet to me and so respectful and constantly tell me I’m so smart and funny#but the ones closer to my age treat me like SHIT while asking me for help. this was the last time I’m gonna stop.
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lazycranberrydoodles · 9 months
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getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism
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teacupsandcyanide · 1 year
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Something I miss from earlier eras of the creative side of the internet was things just being unabashedly low-budget. Just all unashamedly amateur, unprofessional, ‘I don’t own a good camera but I have a story to tell you’, ‘I can’t afford a good mic but I have a song to sing for you,’ ‘I don’t have any kind of background in editing or lighting and I only just picked up this guitar last Tuesday but here’s an entire musical me and my friends wrote about our favourite book, we filmed it on a potato and put it up on YouTube in ten minute segments because we thought it was pretty funny.’
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the-adventures-of-dave · 10 months
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Around tumblr lately I’ve seen people with the opinion that not only are free roaming cats bad (correct) but also supervised cats in catios or on leashes (????). I assume it must stem from that “ecology of fear” post from a few months ago, but to me the sudden appearance of these kinds of posts just strikes me as odd. I’ve seen multiple posts like the below one in just this week.
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If your cat is contained to your yard/catio/the sidewalk, then it still allows for predator-free safe places in your neighbourhood for wildlife, and creates predictability for them too. That’s one of the reasons why hiking trails ask people to stay on the trail— so you (and your dog, horse, cat, etc) can safely enjoy nature while still giving it space. It is possible to exist outdoors in natural spaces like that while maintaining wildlife comfort. If it wasn’t possible to do that, dog-friendly or (even just hiking trails in general, since humans are predators too) simply wouldn’t exist.
The problem with free roaming cats is that they break boundaries between human area (ie. trail, back porch) and wildlife area (foliage, etc) and there is nowhere the wildlife can go to exist that is safe from predators.
Idk, this is just my opinion but I just think there can be more nuance to the outdoor/free roaming cat issue than “never let your cat step outside under any circumstance”.
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sickgraymeat · 1 year
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Do you ever think about how when BMO plays pretend, they favor nomadic/loner roles like a cowboy, a hard-boiled detective, a traveling salesperson, etc., which is pretty in line with their directive from Mo. But when they really are on their own (eg in BMO Lost) they immediately, desperately establish a family from their surroundings.
And how one of those universal struggles of people, especially in the context of growing up (including but not limited to childhood) is dependence vs. independence. Wanting a hand to hold and wanting to be able to drop it at will. And how some people need to hold that hand less often than others, and how some people really don’t want to even when they really need to.
Finn and Jake get frustrated with each other and try to solve a dungeon separately, only to be met at every turn with a challenge that they can’t face without the other. Marceline travels for a thousand years and settles down here and there and picks back up because the people around her aren’t constant so she doesn’t want to be either. PB and IK each create an entire kingdom because they’re lonely, and neither of them feel whole because, just like the quarters of Ooo in Elements, living in those kingdoms is too much like living inside their own heads.
Every episode of Distant Lands is about characters who both resent and long for the versions of themselves they used to be— the versions who needed other people, the versions who could still insist they didn’t — and have to reconcile with the fact that they never really stopped being those people, but also that they can never really be those people again.
Every major character in the series is building connections and love and safety using whatever tools they have, and distancing themselves with equal effort. So they’re all kind of just alternating between playing cowboy and playing house, figuring out how to balance both and where they fit in between.
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heyclickadee · 10 months
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Okay, this headline is killing me.
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Of course they knew. It was the worst kept secret in the order. The council talked about it during their caf breaks, I’m sure. They just let Anakin think he’d fooled them. Mace and Yoda probably had a running bet on how long it would take Anakin to realize that they knew. Most of the 501st knew. Everyone knew. Why is this a headline. I’m dying. This has killed me. Send necromancers. I’m dead and posting this from beyond the grave.
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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months
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Don’t Call Him Jealous
Time written-6:10 p.m.
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Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (I’m on mobile so image is huge, but c’mon it’s Jason. Take him in)
“Look at that, babe,” His hot, erotic rumble roared your heart into an irritating, intense drum in your chest, heating up the tips of your ears.
“It’s crying for me, begging me to have a taste.”
Hungry eyes kept an intense focus on the mirror in front of you both, the hardwood floor pooling with your arousal. He held both your legs junction over his propped up knees, keeping you spread open for his viewing pleasure alone.
Your bare chest heaved with sweat, perky nipples heavily flushed from countless pinches in between his thumbs. Repeated begs for him to slow down to give you an ounce of a break fell on deaf ears, a forearm secured between the valley of your tits, grasping you close as he fucked you with his fingers.
Overstimulation became your toxic lover, sparking you up in pain with the promise of pleasure, quickly following eachother in an endless loop.
Bucking away didn’t help, he’d only hook his fingers against your G-spot harder, forcing your ass back against his hard, girthy cock, swollen and throbbing for pussy behind the prison of his red gym shorts.
You were in a dress, at one point. A dress you kept in its protective plastic hanger for weeks. Now, it laid abandoned, torn and neglected scraps on the ground since the second Jason saw you in it.
What was his main concern about it? “Nothing.”
The fabric was a rich, deep silky blue, caressing your body perfectly in every way. His biggest issue was a certain cocky bastard, who’s signature color just so happens to lay in pieces on the ground.
Yes, he’d get calls and texts from the rest once they realize he failed to attend yet another Gala. Yes, they’d most likely realize that it wasn’t you who had planned to miss it in the first place.
The last thing he wanted was said certain cocky Grayson to make even so much as a thought of a snarky comment on such. Knowing him, he would.
It was all Jason; the man who didn’t bother to think of the tux he was supposed to have picked up from the dry cleaners before coming home from the gym.
All he had on hand was you, working up to your fourth climax in front of your bedroom mirror. A beautiful, erotic mess of smeared lipstick and cloudy mascara tears, moaning endlessly on his fingers before working you open on his cock.
Never catch him thinking he wasn’t a giver. It was his second favorite sport.
“Pretty, pretty,” Jason murmurs against your neck, kissing along your flushed skin. “Pretty, pretty girl. Y’know what I want, huh? Give it to me.”
“C-C-Can’t,” you exhale, both your hands clutching his working forearm, needlessly crying out broken words and drawn out cries as the fire in your tense tummy threatened to burst.
“J-Jay, J-J-Jay, I-I can’t! S’too much!!”
“Come on, babygirl. Don’t be like that, give me what I want. Come on, baby. Come on, come on.”
He urges via lustfully hasty words in your right ear, bucking his fingers deeper and faster into your stretched walls, the palm of his calloused hand directly abusing your swollen, rosy little clit.
Your nails dig deeper into his forearm, deep enough to add onto his collection of angry scars as liquid heat surges through your veins. A collection of trembling cries erupted from your quivering, rouge smeared lips as his palm grew soaked.
He grunts out a pleased groan in tandem with yours, nearly drowned out by your whimpering as if he was the one that came, forcing every nerve in your body to shiver.
“There we go,” Jason cooes, working his fingers until he picks up on those irritated, little overstimulated whines he recognized by memory, telling him to slow down without use of words.
Only, your body didn’t give him what he wanted. Almost, but not yet.
He listened for now, retreating his fingers, lingering about to pry your soaked lips apart, biting back a deep growl at your soaked, gaping pink hole.
Never more than now did he want to stuff you full, but he was working for something a little more… eye catching.
He enjoyed what he saw right now; maroon lipstick smeared off the edges of your lips, transferred onto his the second he kissed you against your mirror. Pink scratches and dabbled love bites that would morph into rich, wine bruises littering your neck and shoulders.
Red, pure red from your blooming cheeks, aroused skin, sore breasts, and abused pussy.
A dirty, surface drenching show only your body could provide, ignited by his favorite hue of color, by any means necessary. So. why stop at four?
Without a word, Jason dips a finger back inside your cavern, feeling your body nearly wince from the intrusion, a low little whine escaping your deflated lungs.
“Jasooon,” you croak, your rising hips instantly jolted back against his lap by a strong grip on your hip, followed by the click of his tongue. “Please—“
“Not done yet, Princess,” he murmurs, kissing along your neck as his other finger joins in, expertly finding your sweet spot and curling his fingers, determined to go for five.
Blue wasn’t a good color on you anyway.
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mistylakeee · 8 months
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That scene in crooked kingdom where Kaz refuses Nina’s plea to help the grisha escape and then Inej gives him a look and says something along the lines “rack that massive brain of yours and figure it out or I’m out” and he agreed in front of everyone. He’s so pathetically in love there’s no way the other crows weren’t side-eyeing. Someone pls find this scene for me🙏🏼
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morganbritton132 · 4 months
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Eddie post a Tiktok where it’s very clear that he had to scramble to start filming. He pans the camera back and forth between Steve and Dustin as they just stare at each other.
Dustin finally says: …What??
Steve: I said, the bat is in the closet.
Dustin: I asked if you had any protection I could borrow
Steve, like duh: Yeah, I know. That’s why I said the bat is in the closet.
Dustin: Stop saying that! That’s not what I’m ask-
Steve: Stop asking the same question! I have the bat. It’s in the closet. What-
Dustin: Condoms, Steve! I have a date tonight and I was asking if you had condoms.
Steve:
Steve: Borrow???
Eddie: A+ conversation, guys.
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flying-ham · 1 year
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Continuing my hannibal rewatch and it’s so funny how hard Alana works tryna find hannibal in Florence. Miss girl was GRINDING using receipts and figs and shit to find him meanwhile will was just going on straight vibes and a sailboat and (almost) found him immediately??
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noodles-and-tea · 1 month
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If there’s one thing you can rely on Jon for, it’s to give each archived statement the dramatic justice it deserves
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0stargirl0 · 2 months
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Taking him to my penthouse and freaking it
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