Oh no I'm begging you please don't slap my pussy and finger me ill I'm screaming your name and begging for your strap before fucking my already sensitive pussy for as long as you want- I'm begging you

I'd kill for seeing Charles and Edwin dancing together.

i hope the next gorillaz album is a country album

if ryan just shows up as a puppet next episode im going to laugh really hard

this is how it feels and i want bo burnham on the pod so that all of u have to suffer

Planning on living in a birdcage? I think you’d decorate it well

:) id love to live in a birdcage but only if i was bird sized (like a robin or a bluejay) and YES id have so many swings and a lil couch and lots of enrichment options yes

Lol Brent Seabrook saying at the end of his video for Duncan Keith that he now gets to enjoy "all of this" (the lake in the background) all summer and winter... Does that mean Keith is moving in with Seabrook? 👀👀👀 Lol

I really want physical copies of some of my favorite or most influential fanfiction on my shelves

1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

darwin and araujo hanging out,,,,, idk how to act guys

April Fools day here is always funny because my dash is full of “here’s a Rick roll but it’s actually a different song” “here’s ‘do you love the color of the sky’ just kidding! It’s not the full long post!” “Here’s a drawing I made of a kitty! Just kidding! It’s two kitties and they’re best friends” and we do this unironically and completely ignoring the blood lust we all experience every year just two weeks prior

I know it’s been a couple years— but you’re like the only person I’ve seen who posted about Jim Asmr,, niche fandoms <\3

Oh I'm still here if you wanna bounce ideas about anything or like, have specific questions about certain characters,

Im just not currently on a "oh my god this character" about any of his lmao

@teddybasmanov also is into it if you need more, teddy's my go to for someone else to talk to

falin