As soon as the door was opened, the aroma of homemade apple pie was lingering around the humble abode. Kathy knew who they were expecting, it had to be @r-edfield coming at the behest of Barry. Humming was heard from the kitchen. Kathy was getting other desert ready; homemade cheesecake.
Her head poked out from the corner, "I sent Barry to town to pick up a few things." Warm brown eyes followed with a smile, "But hang up your coat and come in here!"
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When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
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yesterday i was ringing up an old man at work and he asked if i wanted to see his pride and joy, pulled out his wallet, and in the place where you’d keep a picture of like your family he had this
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the stable trotters: we’re going to die!!
me going 200mph and drifting sharp turns: bro chill you’re fine 😌
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it’s very easy to tell the good satires and pastiches from the bad ones because the bad ones are too afraid to live within the form. like if you are doing work with fairy tales and you are refusing to look closer at the underlying logic and unspoken rules of what can seem at first to be a senseless form, you are not going to create meaningful work. to borrow a turn of phrase originally used by maria tatar, if you refuse to enter “the house of fairy tale” as anything more than a gawking tourist, you will miss the particular order to the way the table is set, the rooms that are locked vs the rooms that are simply difficult to enter, the set of the floorboards and the position of the furniture. whatever you build will then be a gilded imitation of how you believe the house of fairy tale ought to look, the table set according to your educated specifications and every door open. there can be no interrogation of themes from a writer who views the form as beneath them!
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ughh boys who give you an edible with a dose just above what you're used to, so that when they lean you back against them to cuddle and start lightly caressing you and feeling you up the sensitivity is so much higher, boys who kiss your neck to make you squirm and laugh at how pathetic you're being when you whine and ask for more 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
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Scott Prior (American, b. 1949)
The Swimmer, 2005
Oil on panel
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