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today is one of the days where nothing about my physical form feels right and i feel on the verge of imploding in tears. 2/10 stars, the 2 because this comes with a side of mild emotional paralysis
#robin chirps#i wanna start taking care of my physical form again#beyond basic hygeine#food and movement wise#but i also dont wanna make sacrifices or a lot of effort like#intrinsically#i WANT to#but i wont do it#or historically havent and i'm just accepting it happening again and again and again
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I just had a wild fucking dream about the cars franchise, which I despise immensely and may post a rant about at some point.
This dream took place in the first movie, where Tow Mater and Lightning McQueen went cowtipping, except Tow Mater straight up killed a man by tying them to a telephone pole and then hitting the telephone pole with lightning. It is unclear who exactly was responsible for the lightning.
Tow Mater had three siblings, named Revenge, Revenge, and Revenge. They were super emo and owned a rival paint shop to the hippies. Before any cars fans @ me, I know the hippies don't own a paint shop. This was the makings of my unconscious mind.
Lighting McQueen and Tow Mater were having an affair. I don't know why, I don't know what that entails. I get the sense of wasn't healthy since Mater did kill a man in front of McQueen. However, there was something there. Something real.
I then proceeded to have dinner with my very real human family in the center of town as a human person.
#cars#disney cars#lightning mcqueen#tow mater#stupid dream#dream#i think my new meds are messing with me#also no idea how i knew Lightning McQueen was having an affair with Tow Mater. I just knew#it was in me bones#intrinsically#it was part of the world#just like the sun and the fact i was a human in a world of cars#crackship#or maybe real normal ship#i fucking hate cars#all thrre movies but especially the second one.
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The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:
#disability#disability advocacy#described images#image description in alt#ableism#ableism tw#my full-time job is my disability and you're lucky that i am still 'productive' as-is#your boss doesn't care that you think you're superior for being hired by them. they're still going to treat you like profit machines#it astounds me how people will capitulate for oppression because they place their intrinsic value in their ability to be at the top...#...or at least 'at the top' compared to others. it's the same impulse that makes people think their cisgender status makes them superior...#...you are placing your worth into systems which not only oppress others but offer you no true sense of worth...#...ESPECIALLY if you're also being exploited (even if just a bit)...#...you have a job sure but... do you actually get treated like a human being? are you actually paid? are you actually safe?...#...if the answer to any of those questions and more is 'no' then why do you place your value in capitalistic production. genuinely.#and why would you DEMAND disabled people to have the same exploitation you experience. why do you DEMAND productivity if you are proletaria#yes being a leftist and anticapitalist are linked but. some people still internalize capitalism without questioning it#being a leftist is about challenging that rather than assuming you're correct i think#also scientists were very silly when describing time that's like. less than a millisecond i think
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* “go-to” doesn’t mean “only”! there’s a bunch of situational signoffs I haven’t put here, this is more about what you use by default
#sanders pollshit#mine is ‘au revior’#technically translates to ‘until we meet again’ but is also so intrinsically linked to melodramatic french romance films that all my emails#read just a bit like I’m trying to seduce somebody#which to be clear is my goal#my job is being silly so I can afford to get a little silly with it
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Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.
Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.
Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.
It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.
It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.
Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.
It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.
They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.
They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.
"What." Eddie says.
"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.
"Me?"
"You like dnd?"
He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.
"Doubt it," the boy says.
Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.
The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.
"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"
Dustin shrugs. "Steve."
"Steve?"
Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."
"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.
He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"
"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."
Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.
They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.
It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.
Steve.
"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.
Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"
"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.
"Um, the kids?"
And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.
"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."
Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.
"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."
Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."
"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."
Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."
"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"
Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."
Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."
"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."
"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.
"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."
"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."
"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."
"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.
"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"
Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.
He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.
And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#mechanic eddie munson#baker steve harrington#ficlet#fluff#meet cute#mutual pining#matchmaker dustin henderson#longing glances#dustin is sick of hearing steve talk about the hot mechanic next door but never making a move#dustin makes it for him#the party are a bunch of well-meaning menances#for some reason insomnia is an intrinsic part of steve's character even in an au
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i love you people who hold doors i love you people who let others pass on the driveway i love you people who make funny faces at babies i love you people who pick up litter i love you people who say please and thank you i love you people patient with service workers i love you people who share an umbrella i love you people who are casually kind
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Caution slippery when wet and dirty
Sweet girl Nicole found her destiny when looking to get a trip by car
Daddy loves fucking me and old mom sex Sleepy fellow missed how his
She ate my assHole like the Last Supper ,Salad Tossin Colon Cleansing cheating whore, Then Kissed Hubby
POV cocksucking amateur gets tittyfucked
BIGASS SAKU ANAL FUCK with STRANGER
Big titted Sara Jay takes a BBC
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#carboys#farcer#hyphemias#preattachment#purlicues#tievine#Roanne#cargason#wallpiece#thewness#hydroscopic#tabularisation#penthousing#intrinsically#Manawa#pathophysiology#placoidal#unswaddle#holochoanoidal#backstitched
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Hottie Ariella Ferrera Enjoys Bouncing On Monster Cock
Namorada safada cavalga e goza gostoso na rola do namorado pirocudo
Isabelle Deltore needs protein such as Small Hands huge jizz
Japanese wife cuckold rough sex
Sugary solo hottie inserts fingers deep in her teen pussy
Muscular guy fucks Tgirl Jennys ass hard
Busty blonde teen scissors lesbian milf
Skinny babe stretched by bfs huge cock
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Ava Devine and Sheridan Leigh leave it to beaver parody
#azogreen#harnesslike#overmodify#disedge#carboys#farcer#hyphemias#preattachment#purlicues#tievine#Roanne#cargason#wallpiece#thewness#hydroscopic#tabularisation#penthousing#intrinsically#Manawa#pathophysiology
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eroticism of the machine this, eroticism of the machine that. what about the AROMANTICISM of the machine. what about the electric comfort of looking at a beautiful turbine engine and knowing that it is just like you. what about the urge to cut open your chest to prove your heart is made of wires and your ribs are made of steel. what about that
#but ily eroticism of the machine people I’m glad you are enjoying your machines#anyways. sure ALL aro(/ace) rep shouldn't be robots#but i personally LOVE the trope#my love for robot characters and machinery imagery is intrinsically linked with aromanticism#(asexuality too in my case)#(but ‘aromanticism’ flowed better in the post)#robotposting#machineposting#aromantic
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Words of the Day
ululate: howl or wail as an expression of strong emotion, typically grief.
lauded: highly praised or admired.
perfunctory : (of an action or gesture) carried out with a minimum of effort or reflection.
elusive: difficult to find, catch, or achieve.
intrinsically: in an essential or natural way.
wayward: difficult to control or predict because of unusual or perverse behavior.
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Ululate is what Zena used to do right?
These are the words that stuck out to me the most while watching The Best Man: The Final Chapters. Which I loved BTW.
#words of the day#writing#writings#ululate#lauded#perfunctory#elusive#intrinsically#wayward#the best man the final chapters#the best man#vocabulary#dictionary#ZENA#words
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Consider for a moment: A slow-burn identity reveal “no one knows” AU with an emphasis on ghosts being taken seriously as an actual, world-changing threat.
Ghosts are treated as an exceedingly dangerous, but unavoidable force of nature. They can come and go without warning, through naturally occurring spontaneous portals. They're territorial, driven only by obsession and hunger for the living. Particularly powerful ghosts are on par with natural disasters.
Life goes on because there's simply no other option. All major buildings have varying levels of ghost shields, some stronger than others. Just about everyone has some form of personal shield, weapon, or general deterrent. For the most part, humanity takes this apocalypse in stride, barely keeping it all together because there's just enough safety to keep them all sane.
Which is why the rumors of Phantom being able to fully mimic a human body incites panic in Amity.
Phantom was already a nightmare as it was–one of the most powerful and intelligent ghosts on record. His territorial fights with other ghosts for haunting (hunting) grounds in Amity have made global news several times already. Powerful ghosts could appear more human–but to think he was transforming down to a cellular level? Hiding among them? Bypassing ghost shields and alarms? Picking them off one by one?
The focus is mostly with Lancer's class, and how the school deals with this new threat on top of everything else. Everyone is a suspect, no one is safe, and Danny Fenton in particular gets slowly more and more exhausted, apathetic, and… unnerving.
The stress, the lack of sleep, the fighting, no one to turn to, not even his best friends or family–it takes a toll on him. Starving himself doesn't help, but he refuses to do more than take small bites from the ambient life energy and emotion of the living around him. Nothing that won't actually do lasting harm. He begins to slip up more and more, which Sam and Tucker begin to notice but haven't quite connected the dots yet.
But, well. What else can Danny do when Pariah Dark comes knocking on Amity’s doorstep, and his whole class is in the line of fire?
#Danny Phantom#zilly squeaks#btw i very much hc that ghosts are so intrinsically WRONG to all our senses that Phantom basically has a built in de-recognition spell#people surmise he's a young adult but that's about it#like they can see him perfectly but their brains refuse to connect his face to a human face#anyway i have brainworms this Friday night. how are y'all doing#kinda want Danny's friends and classmates to be terrified of Phantom#as a treat#(the treat is for me)#also there's not enough Mr. Lancer i love that man#by the way if anyone wants to write this#uhhhhh STRONG possibility I'd make you a ton of art for it#if you'd like to collab even. hit me up
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(Justin Empire) Intrinsically
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The whole "breasts shouldn't be politicized because the primary purpose of breasts is to feed babies!" can be a fine jumping-off point, but I really wish people thought deeper than that when we talk about the ways in which bodies are politicized and restricted.
Like, why's it that when we talk about breasts, they must have some Higher Purpose? It's true that breasts aren't inherently sexual, but they aren't valuable solely because they can potentially feed a baby. A human body doesn't have to serve a Higher Purpose in order for it to not be legislated against or policed, and I just wish people would remember it isn't always about babies, about other people, about anything else other than the people who have that body.
#feminism#dysphoria tw#your body doesn't need to have an Intrinsic Worthwhile Purpose so that you can live without fear#and it is fine if people say this to criticize the way breasts are overly sexualized and fetishized or what have you...#...but i encourage people to not see this as an end-all-be-all argument#because this opens discussions about how we politicize bodies and how we interpret them#i see overlap between this and the way trans bodies are politicized and policed honestly#and i guess personally i'm just so tired of the idea that to be safe your body Must Have A Good Reason To Be#and i fear this may reinforce the idea that we Must Serve Purposes and Be Useful and Used#ask to tag (genuine)#and what would this say for childless people? or people who cannot bear children? if they have breasts are they 'useless bodies'#because i have seen the ways some people's bodies are treated when they do not 'work PROPERLY' and that scares me#it scares me to potentially start treating people with different bodies as Defective and Unworthy and Unproductive#and i don't always trust when people latch onto purpose-driven arguments for human bodies that it stops at that y'know#have seen some discussion amd whatnot so 👍#is it now time to clock put and be a silly goose yet?
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you take that back right now, ed
#our flag means death#our flag means gay#ofmd#so#wddits#and ofmd#the crossover was inevitable of course#and this has absolutely been done before#what can i say im a hack#also i think i just had like an intrinsic need to draw ed with sharp teeth#ive done it now and ill do it again#idk man i just have so much fun drawing them#theyre stuck inside my brain forever i think#stillindigo art#what we do in the shadows#blackbonnet#blackbeard#edward teach#stede bonnet
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t4t dykes true love 4ever
#havent drawn any cute gay people in a while#didnt think it needed 2 be said but dont follow me if u are any kind of turf#my art is intrinsically fundamentally gay and trans by nature of it being mine#and u must alter ur shitty beliefs if u are to enjoy it#goodnight
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Just remembered that Satan in the "A World of Our Very Own" devilgram says that he believes he was "born in order to meet MC" and it always sounded incredibly cheesy to me but then I thought about it a little more and--
Originally, Satan was just a small glimmer inside Lucifer's consciousness until Lucifer's wrath reached its peak with Lilith's death which, in turn, resulted in Satan's birth
MC is a direct descendant of Lilith after she was reborn as human
If it weren't for Lilith's death, neither of them would be here
Both of their existences are directly intertwined with one another, so in a way Satan's right
They have always been destined to be a part of each other's lives
#lilith's death is like a looming shadow that both are intrinsically tied together by#and that to this day shapes almost all moments of their lives#it's a shared pain that runs deep#yet neither of them ever actually experienced it for themselves#and yet they're the only ones that can fully understand the suffering it causes the other#i love satan & mc's relationship so mucchhhh#obey me#obey me swd#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#obey me lilith#obey me mc#mel's starry musings
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