Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It’s the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It’s my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps
my toxic trait is if i saw a trail of blood i'd follow it and not out of a desire to help
she cup on my noodle til i instant ?
she instant on my noodle til i ? cup ?
she instant on my noodle til I spell ICUP
she instant on my noodle till I seasoning packet on her cups
I don’t think you can fully understand transmisogyny without understanding how it’s weaponized against cis Black women.
When you find a transmisogynist you’ve found a racist who will use their ideals of the “normative female body” to demean and denigrate Black women. For years it was a popular right wing rumor/conspiracy/dick move to refer to Michelle Obama as a “tranny” and more recently sports organizations have repeatedly excluded cis Black women for not having “normative” hormone levels. Transmisogyny and antiblackness go hand in hand.
who are you when you are not watching tv or movies? when you aren't playing video games or reading a book or fanfiction or listening to music or whatever other kind of media that you engage with? who are you when your mind isn't in another world or story, when you are forced to sit with yourself and the only experience you have is your own sensorial life? can you define yourself outside of what you consume? who is that person? do you like them? can you bear it? can you bear it?
i am not asking if you can sit completely still and do absolutely nothing. are the only options a) consuming media or b) doing nothing? what lies outside of that? if you were to create space for a version of you outside of that, who might that be?
rapidly unsheathes my katana and you immediately get a phone call from your wife asking for a divorce
I've had an ongoing science project for a few years now that I'd like to share. I've been leaving raw chicken breasts—real cheap, unregulated shit from the local mom-and-pop grocery store—out on my counter long enough for E. coli bacteria to develop. Then I microwave the chicken breasts and try to produce genetic mutations in the bacteria of each batch through microwave radiation, just in short bursts of 45 seconds per "rep" and maybe 3 "reps" per "set". The bacteria that do survive get fresh, raw chicken mixed into their feed and left to rest at room temperature for a few more days to grow. Then I just rinse and repeat until I see weird shit under the microscope. Sometimes I don't even need a microscope! Pic related, the fuzzy red mound is the modified E. coli (more obvious under a microscope). It's one of my most successful batches, a relative newcomer at only ten generations. I don't really microwave it any more because I'm pretty happy with it. This batch actually still has chicken inside, it's just completely covered in the bacteria "fur". Each bacterium is about a quarter the length and width of an eyelash. They aren't as quick at eating the chicken breasts as some of my other batches. I'm not sure how it happens, but between the actual chicken and the bacteria layer is some nasty chicken glob, like they slowly dissolve it or something. But this batch is definitely my "ambassador species" since it's pretty flashy with its beautiful maroon color and marimo-like appeal, and it doesn't make me sick too much. Anyone else doing something similar?
(to r/legaladvice) i work a week and im like Phew that one was tough and then immediately a new week starts...is this legal
i am going to kiss wikipedia
Wikipedia is a bunch of servers in like a basement
boobs touching, sloppy style, with tongue, etc ..
how do you even conceptualize reading 52 books in a year. wrong with you. a book is a friend and youre killing it by reading it that fast
you got to read books slow as fuck like youre making out with them & moaning & shit and the book is like a girl or somehting. what was i talking about
the walking polar bear gif is already one of my favourite gifs so can you imagine the noise I made when I saw this version
it's so evocative..... it's so hurt, but it is at peace.. it is moving on
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it's so evocative..... it's so hurt, but it is at peace.. it is moving on